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Procession
00:20
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Malady
04:48
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Within the minds of the feeble
A mimicry of strength resides
False impressions, apocryphal veil
The blind follow their omniscient leaders
Bewitched by their spell of lies
Spreading them, a plague of dishonesty
Cold men compensate for their failings
The wizards utilize their only skills
Deception cast straight from their scepters
Infecting those not guilty
As self defense has slipped with their life
Cancer fueled by cowardice
Incised by the wise, the ones still left with vision
A cause all too transparent
The shroud pierced straight through
Despicable, puerile fiends lacking emotion
Desecrating timeless legacies
For the gain of the otherwise nameless
An attempt at fame, a success in infamy
An illness created by man
Those immune shall expose them and exact justice
Fighting for the voiceless ones
The victims of this malady
Tortured in life, no peace in death
A symptom of this cruel reality
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Our land bes pretty, crushed by stupid heretics
The hammersies kill majesty
They says they are growing, profane lies!
Manfool deceivers, He am true!
They chases their texts with blindness
Sees His ways in oblivion
Punishment skulkses in shadows
The Cataclysm bringers back perfection
He callses forth the rotting army
The great Maw givesies warm protection
The vital nectar bes flowing again
Chaotic King, rebirth!
His songs! We feelses their passion!
Them trees! Hims tender giftsies!
Desire! The hammersies to be removed!
Chanters we for the Woodsie Lord!
“He am the Honeymaker and drinkers we them meads,
He am the Jacksberry and eaters we them leafs,
He am the Trickster, and the Woodsie Lord He bes.”
He am the one who carrieses nature’s key!
Gathers us now in the place of Chaos
The Tricksie altar stands big and strong
Them fruits and flowers bloom and we bes happy!
The Eye makesies the universe whole
Bound for rule He leadses the way
He am the one who bringers life
We bes nothing lest he remain
Chaotic King, create!
His songs! We feelses their passion!
Them trees! Hims tender giftsies!
Desire! The manfools to be removed!
Chanters we for the Woodsie Lord!
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Ave! We who quest for total supremacy
Dominating weaklings content with foolish ways
Thriving on sheer power and might, the collective makes its mark
With the heartiest of leaders, the great Empire reborn
Seek now for the only way the world can carry on
A wasteland turned utopia with our victory
Ensured, an eternally prosperous land
The past will live forever
In the sign of the bull
You shall conquer them all
Strengthening our ranks with tomorrow’s fiercest men
Steadfast warriors who live to make it real
No regret, no compromise, they know this is the way
Stopping at nothing, we’ll own this fertile plane
The peons fear his force just the way they should
They lack the honor and vigor that we so need
Only good for dismal labor, still an honorable place
In this conquest for perfect sovereignty
Relentless command
Cruelty only in the minds of cretins
The glory of Caesar luminous
Behead the bear, torch the House
Legion reign
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5. |
Hedonistic Devastation
04:36
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Our niche in this tyrannical society, carved deep with precision
A darksome mass of fiendish souls we compose
Insouciant towards the lives of our so called masters
Ego seen as anathema, and that will be their downfall
Fires flaming high into the skies
Blasphemous rage to burn the puppets down
Cackling while the opposition cries
Orgasmic pleasure, heathens strike like hounds
Enraptured by bloodshed
Full force assault on the docile herd
Tipping the scale in favor of pure turmoil
Their daft existence stolen as penance
Bleated the word “equal” as their dogma
Wasted effort on others who never cared
Our wrath takes the form of skies turned the color of rust
It clings to the smoking ashes of the clergy
They wonder now if they had walked the righteous path
Their god an abject failure as they smolder
Spent a lifetime groveling under guise of infallibility
Too late for regrets, the demons have taken action
Fires flaming high into the skies
The ending sign of their anemic rule
Cackling while the opposition cries
Pride is humanity’s one true jewel
Splitting the chains of despair
Thriving on the desires they called selfish
Not superior, but simply practical
Primitive, yes, but as the cosmos intended
Insouciant towards the lives of our own
To live and die in solace is our only goal
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Crimson Succubus
04:54
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She waltzes in from a distant land, a delicate grace in her step
Adorned in red, she dazzles the eyes and the thoughts of the simplest men
She plays on their vain sense of ambition
Once they’re ensnared, she reveals her evil ways
She gives a performance those charmed can never forget
Teasing with motions only possible in the wildest fantasies
Blinding pirouettes that serve only to beguile
Leaving them open for the slowest, most excruciating kill
Freedom seized with the clasp of the cuffs
Submitting to the one that appeared so gorgeous
Conditions change, but only in her favor
Their lifeblood gradually slips with every new denial
No matter how many lives she claims
Her wiles persist and the corpses pile higher
The upcoming victims retain their desperation
Some just never break the cycle of lunacy
Her swaying hips and thighs agape invite men to their doom
A grim history that repeats with all that she grooms
She preys upon the downtrodden, hopeless and the weak
Dupes them to believe in the ambiguous technique
She claims that her companionship will lead them to the stars
But uses her position to make them bleed and starve
This age-old calamity has an obvious solution
Memorize her face and renounce her foul illusion
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Bitten with frost, wrapped in snow
Majestic Elderm towers
Far in the north where few dare to venture
A place where spirits once thrived
A cavern lies deep within the pass
Battered by aeons of ice
Home now to creatures large and small
And Gildias who rules, though he lies dormant
One daring wanderer braves the mountains
A blazing red, his body and soul
In search of the final key
He clambers his way into the cave
The baron stirs, the intruder’s scent fills the air
His den defiled, his children slain
He awakens to defend what’s left
The red one has thwarted the most powerful beings
The dragon king cares not
Commanding blades and spikes of ice, Gildias stands his ground
His shivering castle must live on so the shadows have their home
The idol of light he hides, the journeyer seeks
But in his inferno, the red one ends in blackness and cold
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I stand alone now, gazing at what I’ve done
The corpses of those that gave their trust
How foolish I was to expect something else
Chaos always finds its way
A reflection upon the events of my life
Was it all just for this cruel irony?
The beings I’ve slain, the souls my god drank
The treachery, deliberate or unpremeditated
I sought what was best, but it wasn’t enough
I had to then seek great knowledge
The ways of the world outside my own land
Perhaps more drab than what I’ve known
Along my journey, I’ve had varied company
Strangers from distant folds, lifelong allies,
Foes with unfathomable strength
I should have known the closest were the worst
I slaughtered my own, left them ones with the ash
I’m sure that that was meant to be
But where it has led me, I desire just as little
Despite the renown from my companions
Now they too lie lifeless on the earth
Snuffed out by the demon by my side
Even this close to relief, I cry
To follow me was to guarantee demise
The blade nears the end of its concerto
Only one note remains to be sung
It’s apt that this should be my end
Destiny decreed it long ago
It strung me along in this existence
Forever imbued in darkness
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9. |
Farewell, Friend
02:24
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