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Shadowed
04:12
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Awoken!
A reoccurring fever dream
Dark shadowed halls
And crowned corrupted form
Town of hidden secrecy
Hiding ocean born leprosy
How here is flesh
I hear mistrusting jeers
As their bulbous eyes stare
Validating my fear
Carried on the winds sigh
Maddening chanting, ancient rites
Will I stay alive,
Through this foul, primordial night?
No end to this dream
The horror all too real
The deep murky depths,
Will be my end I feel
Loathsome idols taint my mind
Hideous thoughts I cannot hide
A blight revealed on my soul
Longing for that deep dark cold
Night still waxes strong
Now I begin to see
Ramblings spoke true
Of things I can't believe
Am I hiding within me,
My ocean born leprosy?
Lungs to gills
Skin sloughs to scales
By lineage cursed
To the oceans tide
Cursed to eternity
Dreadful sunken...
Life!!!
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Tyrant
04:41
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Tyrant! Coward! Lord of the land
This man was driven to divide his soul
Now sits among holy brethren
In. His. Own. Heaven
To the world below his soul is missing
But to him this mantle is his right to be given
No forgiveness to those people below
Oaths of vengeance to take every soul
Saves only those who live his lie
Slave to desire he will reap as he sows
No love for the many he leaves to die
For hordes of gold will not bring sun nor snows
The godly voice in his ear
Unknowingly born from demons and fear
Too late to turn back, his people are cold
Once proud but now to the reapers arms sold
Demonic virtues giving life to the mould
Of a country's' downfall among piles of gold
Violence disguised by a mask of virtue
Demons desires have a hold on his soul
An uprising slumbers, wakes up in stone
He cannot hold his throne against the will of his own
Now he sells off all
Of his disappearing soul
And that king of old
Now a specter, rules his court
The old tyrant lies now recited on scrolls
A slave to false prophets and tokens of gold
A broken spirit still haunts the halls
Where demons still inhabit the walls
All who came after now recited on scrolls
All slaves to false prophets, lovers of gold
Mangled spirits screaming in the halls
Corrupted by those who inhabit the court
Corrupted by demons with visions of heaven
Cursed by his greed, was his kingdom
Eons now the people suffer
No light shrouded hand to help recover
Generations of tyranny
Spawned from that deceited greed
First tyrant rules still within white walls
All those who follow heed his call
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Slug of a Man
03:24
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Taken in by majesty
Deluded in fantasy
A great mantle in sight
But much too lacking in might
Envision glory from your talk
But we know that's not how you walk
[Chorus]
As we rise, we watch you cry
As we fly, we see you die
Despite your ego of a king so high...
You will never be one of us
Standing here now
At the end of your time
You cannot comprehend
Neither reason nor rhyme
Wasted final breath
We wont meet you in death
[Chorus]
Dreams to be king
Will of a slug
Mediocrity
The modern garbage dump
Idol of apathy
Piloting a husk
Never to be king
Nor be one of us
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Undead Bomber
04:17
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Undead bomber fly, raining chaos from the sky
Angel of rot way up high, payload of death prepare to die
Rusted carcass screams of this tortured war machine
Decayed mouth cackling loud, at flechette rain and napalm screams
Day and night flying, immortal corpse never dying
Curses at the sun, another bombing run
Screaming blasphemies, no go will his eyes see
Just everlasting blight, forever hungry for the fire fight
Machete propellers decimate
Bubonic fuel tank filled with hate
Eyes and mind blinded by plague
Necrotic prophet fused to a plane
Nightmare of the skies, he's the lord of rot and flies
Scourge of the night, unearthly lust to fight
Undead bomber haunts your slumber, he will tear your mind asunder
Drag your soul with him down under, feed his filthy putrid hunger
Once a proud ace of the skies
Shot down by artillery fire
But in that bomb scarred ground a curse it brewed
Inside that man and machine, it grew
As days light was dying
And the wounded ceased their crying
A malevolent power was rising
That wretched plane, would soon be flying
Sense of honour long forgotten in a mind that is now rotten
Medals once of valour now signify only malice
Peddler of disease over land and over seas
Dropping napalm over trees, dropping uranium where he please
Bomber flies, avert your eyes
He's here to prey on innocent lives
Flies his course with no remorse
Scorch the land with unholy force
Down below they hear the throes
Their hearts sink as they know
Time has come, no where to run
Merely minutes 'till they burn!!
[x2]
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