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Snowbound Soul
01:12
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2. |
Alone
03:20
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
-“Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe
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3. |
Death
03:53
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Enslaved by life
The darkness falls at thy behest
Feed the thunder, endure the wind
Engulfing are the flames that burn within
A shred of hope cannot be seen
A haunted soul, tainted so foul
Death
Pained as a being, self-hatred is sure
A life full of dread, with no known cure
The only way out
A bullet to the head
Ending the pain
Better off dead
Death
Descending into madness
Wrought only by a lingering sadness
The mountain will kill your suffering breath
Composed from the shadows
Blackness, deprived
The end has arrived
Consumed of all life;
Freedom through a knife
Death
Consumed of all life;
Freedom through a knife
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4. |
Foreboding Winter
01:33
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5. |
Beckoning Abyss
06:35
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Sailing the seas of infinity
My journey into the caverns has begun
Here the body is split
Here the soul may unite
Only through the streams of madness
Can I again be complete
Fiddler guide me
Your melodies echo within
The sun-ship has descended
A blood-red moon takes it place
Lost in the catacombs of judgement
This insane quest leads me on
Black are the rivers beyond the Ogdoad
Burning, the serpents beneath the universe
Beckoning abyss
Insight is the Key
Beckoning abyss
Creation and creator are as One
The final answer
Creation and creator become as One
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6. |
Feasting Vultures
03:19
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Impenetrable wall of thorns
Prying open catacombs
The vultures pierce my skin
My armour worn and thin
Revealing bones within
The body aids digesture
Laying in my Adam's vesture
The corpse defiled and weak
Contorted, dry and limp
Barricades of razor wire
Caught in Satan's crossfire
Sinking in the mire
The mirror in which I scryer
The vulture, bird and seagull
Pecking at exposed skull
Falling deeper down the hole
Of despair
The raven, crow and crane
Pecking at exposed brain
Gushing is the rain
The spirit sits, drained
Sore covered tongues
Licking tar filled lungs
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7. |
Dead and Buried
03:51
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Cut my wrist, end my life
Depression hidden in plain sight
Cognizance, my strife
Mortality becomes our blight
Haunting and prevailing
I walk in shrouded mist
The prison of flesh; our constant ailing
A darkness will assist
Haunting and prevailing
I walk in a shrouded mist
Prison of flesh; constant ailing
A darkness will assist
Steadily we sit, failing
A darkness will assist
Steadily we sit, failing
The prison of flesh; our constant ailing
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8. |
Abandoned
02:08
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Starved England, UK
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