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Psalm I
04:37
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Stealing their prey
Bound with rope
The burden of light
Shall be revoked
Forced to the podium
Revealing their plan
Concealing sacred knives
Marked to be damned
Sadistic intentions
Cutting fresh hell
A sabbath of cloaks assembled at the chapel
Chanting hymns to summon him
Bring thee the knife, completion of the sermon
Dripping the beast upon his head
Something's here with us, the candles light
Trapped inside the circle, his soul takes flight
The burning of the olive branch, inhaling sin
As the moon changes phases in the night
The damned's life drains
Fists that were once gripped so tight
Silhouettes of specters on the mass
Farewell to another life has passed
To wonder on equinox
The chill of spirit air
It passes beyond
Trapped between worlds
Stranded and forgotten
Blank, the unnamed
Silent and haunting
He beckons the cunning
Candle light is flickering
Writhing, hear him scream
Moon spells, cast them now
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Psalm II
02:37
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Descend into obscurity, ascend into the sky
Funeral winds now rage and my body shall lie
Upon the sacred alter they spoke my name in hate
Recollections, life and sin, now decide my fate
Incantations set my soul free
They drag my shell towards a shallow grave
Songs sung in Salem
Memories only remain
Is there life after death?
Will I live again?
Light now fades on my crypt
Eternal sleep for the dead
My ghost will not rest until there are less, doubt that there will be
Utopia/euphoria in my world to see
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Psalm III
14:13
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A figure walking shadowless
Gently grazing with a frozen touch
Under ash and unnatural fumes
The saber dripping endlessly
Glaring faces of victims and lurks for more
Drawing them near, past the gate
Behold the Crow
Be gone the temptation
Beckoning Heathen's call
Moved by forces of withdrawal
It paints my soul abstract
Plaguing skin, flesh starts to react
Clenched by the ground, a vice, and conspired to turn my skin into ice
As the Martyr looked down upon the natural rubble of the ceremony, he dreamt his soul to be lighter than the incantational smoke to escape the evening. Chained to the atmosphere and forced to look at the blasphemy which eroded his body, his name had been cursed with sacrilegious hymns. Blinded by disbelief and a dizzy psyche, he questioned. How does one suffer after death? How can one endure so much torment? How is misery so capable as to entrench itself into the cracks of a broken spirit? To be battered and to witness the desecration of his human remains. Obliterated, so loved ones cannot pay homage to what used to be a man. Feeding the sadistic needs of a despicable being. Giving life to fuel another. A vicious cycle, it continues.
(3x)
Full moon
Compelling
Forces
Ensnaring
Recluse
Twining
Patient
Starving
(3x)
Bastard
Menacing
Captive
Fading
Smoldered
Lifeless
Mangled
Hideous
To thee that find me, just take my eyes and leave me be
I am no longer, disrupt the earth for my remains
A burial
Burning in vain
His final remains
He cannot be one
The sleeping sun
Screams turn calm
Howling the psalm
Swaying gone, for far too long
The night burns on
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