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The Chimney
09:10
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We learned from mutations
while the stars vomited through the vault
but everything is as before
except we pray to the shadows that cast on the rubble
Deep into hell
screaming won’t help you out
we enjoy all evil we have the most humid crypts
but we need to extend your sacrifice
to become pale again
You will give a little more of your blood
Nobody deceives the chimney
as high as Babel
In a place where sacrifices go on everyday
Nobody deceives the chimney
as high as Babel
We get to reduce
the entropy using claws and fangs
but we worship the chaos that creates
the chemical ash of our substance
We forgot the word
in the cracks of the old world
although the masses are gathered by the priest
with the language of the after death
In front of the mirrors of the palace
where the smoke is collected
Nobody deceives the chimney
or its dead landscape bricks
Screaming won’t help you out
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2. |
Macarguer's Gulch
12:59
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I woke to the sound of a spade
A spade hitting my head
A corpse near
Night has fallen
Inside Macarguer's Gulch
Something in my mind
Takes me to this house in ruins
Although I prefer the cold night
One room
Inside Macarguer's Gulch
Darkness
Silence
Hiding a face
Inside Macarguer's Gulch
Lying on a bed of branches
Something crawling on my face
Evil and threatening
Embers of a being
Inside Macarger's gulch
Without fear of getting lost
Door through the unknown
Wicked closed eyes
His expression lives in me
Inside Macarger's gulch
Looking for someone
Who had never seen
Intermittent weak gasp
Of a creature dying
Feet dragged by the screams' loneliness
But now
You're a pile of bones
Your skin is dry and brown
Inside Macarger's Gulch
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3. |
Neckplaster Graveyard
08:20
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The tentacles have dived
Cypresses have flooded the sand
Trust me, live in its roots
that I will strive to be your graveyard
Where their spirits wander
to their corpses
abandoned by their electric god
and a hundred armies of moon demons
A prayer crawls from the lanterns
It reveals them
Because I want the dead
to pray to me tonight
Sleep cold forever
without removing your rope
You're already part of the museum
of a suicidal civilization
Because you are guilty
of being the Cytherea's wind
that brings the sorrow
the sorrow of the hanged
Of being that cloud of seagulls
that smells like rotten meat
Of being the justice that built
this mechanic realm,
the Neckplaster graveyard!
When you died your ideals changed
Ideas that show that you were born dead
That's why at Neckplaster graveyard nobody rests
Eternal night by arcane suns
I'm not what you love
I am the worm that rots your guts
I'll melt you in the magma
while pleading to forget
I'm not what you love
in the silence of the pack
my pus was your blood
I am the worm that rots your guts
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4. |
Summoning
11:24
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SUMMONING:
No light,
no form
and empty
Staring at the summoning potion
no light,
no time,
there's no end
Staring at the summoning potion
A sip to sustain the life in the dark abyss
A sip to bring you to the warm bosom
A sip to fool the rotten lost man
A sip to punish him through centuries
No light,
no form
and empty
Staring at the summoning potion
Black snakes crawl through time
Through my eyes, through my heart
They leave a metal bitter trace
The taste of despair
Dark voices laugh from other ages
Timeless beings whose wisdom mocks men
Get into me and listen to my prayers,
Reveal me the secrets of Carcosa
I saw the sins boiling
I summoned death
Sweet eternal torture
Now I enjoy the truth
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