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Alabaster Box
02:39
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Spectral Divinations
06:39
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A sign of the vision
Holy untapped
Spectral collision
Of a dark mass
Makes holes in horizons
We watch in an uncomforted lean
Speaks heavy derision
Toward all things, toward all things
The battle begins- a trumpet call,
We feel the earth shake
To our knees we fall
All we desired pushed on us,
Cant find a hold to so we thirst and we lust
Separate and silent he's crushingly cruel
Keeps death letter sentences in an alabaster box
Separate and silent he's crushingly cruel
Has the red heifer been birthed
Is the temple mount succumbing to the holy dirt
Watch the sky darken with the three headed beast
Fire and lightening are sworn to be the least
The battle begins-the trumpet call
We feel the earth shake
To our knees we fall
Watch the sky darken with the three headed beast
Fire and lightening are sworn to be the least
A battle begins-the trumpet call
We feel the earth shake
To our knees we fall
Watch the sky darken with the three headed beast
Fire and lightening are sworn to be the least
Where does the blood flow
Has the heifer been birthed
Sign of the vision
Holy untapped
Spectral collision
Of a dark mass
Makes holes, makes holes, makes holes in the horizon
Spectral collision of a dark mass
Makes holes in horizons
A sign of the vision,
Holy untapped
As we watch in an uncomforted lean
Speaks heavy derision
Toward all things
He is crushingly cruel,
keeps death letter sentences in his alabaster box
Is the temple mount succumbing to the holy dirt
All we desired pushed on us
Cant find a hold so we thirst and lust
Seven stars and candlesticks
Seven angels here after this
Words as sharp a two edged sword
A prophetess to teach
To teach and to seduce
Her legs a pit to hell and her arms a noose
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Hands of Orlac
06:16
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His hands shake his mind is gone
Shifting visions between eyelid flutter
Parasites gnaw tunnels through grey brain matter
Skip a beat synapse pulse irregular
Caught between a shimmering thing
Light at the end of the tunnel
Follow beam what's the heavy breathing
machine metal steam
This is no crossover
he's lost, he's lost
Shift plane to the ulterior
A lesson in degradation
Crushing exhale he's loosing time
like an ancient vestige
His mind is misaligned
A glimmer of hope much too hard to find
Even as he sleeps in a white walled silence
His hands shake and grasp at thoughts of violence
he's lost, he is lost
Caught between a shimmering thing
A light at the end of a tunnel
Cryptic vision he claims to have
Directs him to vengeance
Carried out with his own hands he is lost
Parasites gnaw tunnels through grey brain matter
Skip a beat synapse
His hands shake his mind is gone
Shifting visions between eyelid flutter
Parasites gnaw tunnels through grey matter
Skip a beat synapse pulse irregular
Cryptic visions he claims to have
Direct him to vengeance
Cut the chord that binds
His mind is misaligned
He is lost, he is lost, he is lost
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Blind Auspice
03:49
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Nebulous
09:02
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It's not the closeness
It's the spaces in between
Smeared lust drowned secrets in the dim
A kiss like a skeleton key
Unlocks your mind so your body feels free
Then the truth you will find,
But you may not like what you see
Then the truth you will find
But you may not like what you see
Divine vengeance from heaven fall
From flesh to salt standing catacombs
Twist the tendril round the loom
Sucking strength blessings undo
There's a figure in the distance
Coming closer on a cloud
His hand is stretched forth
Will you take it
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Will you take it put your ear to the ground
And all the saints haunting in between
Latching on in the bleed in the bleed
Then the truth you will find
But you may not like what you see
Twist the tendril round the loom
Sucking strength blessings undo
And who are you to leave
A slave to entropy
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Listen for the sound of evil put your ear to the ground
See the dust rising from the surmounting mounds
Artifice daughter
Does your faith lie with the dogs
Is your true face hidden to reveal it you could not
Is will to weakened in your clever words
An incantation knot
Hiding your intent to keep faith
But your soul is downward bent (3x)
Who are you to leave a slave to entropy
The right hand man of malintent
Mother to a broken art bent by blood
Broken reverie you lament, broken reverie you lament
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Something tells me he is not what he seems
Listen to the sound of evil put your ear to the ground
Watch the dust rising from the surmounting mound
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