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The Mirror
05:07
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Time turns taxa towards the truth with revelry
Like a reflective simulation, a dichotomy
In fields filled with modification and mercury
Now a distorted image of change turned destiny
To remove yourself from chemistry, bound to data, a constructed ecology
Perfection lives in progress, in purity
Phyla flies from instinct borne of centuries
To turn away from progress borne of need
And see the poison that drips from human leaves
Come bathe in the altar of life
Forms carved from the ancient design
Wiped clean, shedding dolorous pride
Born and drenched in the sonorous light
Growing wide but artificial, not borne of soil
Needless words like innovation pollute the source
Trickling at the heart of every beat
The flickering flames of man grown obsolete
Gone away are the times of true progress, leaving only a system in distress
Only shadows, becoming shadows
Lingering shadows of man once bright
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2. |
The Helmsman
03:43
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Just like waves we dance along the flow of life
Steering slow but firmly on the course that’s been set so long ago
For every storm fulfills a moment of discord
Brings about a cleansing of sky
With all the wind that rides upon the strength of the tides
Until we need turn the hand, the corrective word spoken to all on earth
It’s a warning and a sign
It’s a verdict of what will live and what will die, exist and expire
For quietly reigns the sky, above scattered seeds and upturned eyes
So be swift, for even Hilda knows the call
Of worship’s wash and blinding awe
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Rudderless
03:19
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It’s all broken, just needless motion, the scene of man
A looming omen of life once praised, now turned to sand
Without the way the hands are apt to fall
To selfish praise, erosion of the soul
So all the motion, the innovation and pointless toil
It’s all just pointless extenuation of poisoned soil
“What kind of people are these?
Do they ever think?
Or do they only shuffle pointlessly over the earth?” - Franz Kafka
Speaking the poison word of progress and path
Developing nothing but greed, paths of ash
For now the rudder is a god
And in his absence you are lost
Now all the motion, the pointless struggle to survive
When things are broken from the beginning, motion’s a lie
Was there a day when things just went awry
Or were they broken the second they arrived?
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Drought
03:45
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The ground grows strong within slowly parched paths of plague to come
The cities fill forth in thickening heat, exothermic they seethe, breathing too deep
So that the closer you come for the drops of life
Orographic it bleeds, pressure rising inside
Bringing carbon to bathe in the inertia of desire
At the brink of a dream, flickering in a gleam of fiery eye
So that when you look West at the waters of tides
What salinity whispers your cracked lips can’t abide
And from amidst the fields growing dry with cries
Of falsity planted with a short sighted eye
The prayers for rain are answered with skies
Holding only disdain, a cloudless demise
The drought will dry up all of the mire
And push into light Homo Rodentia pronounced, the final design
Shedding the flesh of desperate times
The drought will purify the minds
Of those who wish to sacrifice the trials
Of perfect systems built to stand through time
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Luciferin
02:31
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Anconitun Napellus holds from afar the brush of which the light is born
Drawn to the glow but set aghast
By the beauty and forecast of death
Look forth and they shall know
The shame that’s buried below
As the day of false light dawns and sets in flame
The eternal ember glows showing its true claim
The wind shall turn with gentle coaxing of the sun
And greeting all those planted sins
Sows pentanes to conjure up flames
Like warm breath upon your neck
The great fire comes to collect
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6. |
The Great Fire
04:29
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Snapping and howling, rage rips across the world
Immensity mounting as the flames grow and curl
Holding more than destruction in its arms
It’s a fire borne of abundance and brought on by disregard
The fire grows greedy, feeding on the greed of the world
It licks its lips with the last sip of mankind’s disgrace
Now it tastes, tastes the same
As it first did on the first day
Planting lies, expecting grace
And now they burn and feed the flames
Of life decayed, burning bright and fading away
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Ash
04:28
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They float in the air and glimmer in murky sun
They dance along with the wind in beauty yet ominous
See the fields empty and covered in grey
The way, the light it plays
In jest, to dissipate
The death, its icy breath
That lies on everything
A suffocation that will not end for days
They fall at the feet, those left to reap what they sow
At the altar of grief dusted in would-be snow
For now it must be that everything breathes the poisonous ashen smoke
For even the leaves must take of their leave in order to bring new growth
Achieved through purity
So now in the air silence will reign once more
Covering all with its song as ashes continue to fall
But flickering, a bit of hope that gleams darkest before the dawn
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The Birth of Elkinsia
06:19
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To pave the way a cleanse was made
And what the fires brought was much more than a grave
For the stage is set for the golden age
We will reach new heights by death’s foundation laid
Solemnly, bearing leaves, our glory will grow in a new image built from coal
A tiny leaf that buds at dawn
The birth of a savior to bring along
A bloom of beauty from the ash of yesterday
The ground will move and shifts take place
That will open up in a great display
To bathe in light, the dawn of a new day
To crown the coming of a world for Nature’s sake
No thorny wreath will grace our queen of the new world
Spawns the kingdom of Elkinsia
For now we breathe a virgin air
That’s been purified by those who dared to stay the course
The steady hand
The patient heart
The end that came...
And now delivers us the right to maintain
The throne that has always been for her now rightfully claimed
Adorned with all the simple laws that she has come to proclaim
A tiny leaf that buds at dawn
The birth of a savior to bring along
A bloom of beauty from her hand
No thorny wreath will grace our queen of the new world
Spawns the kingdom of Elkinsia
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Post-black metal worship of the Natural world. Enter the Verdant Realm.
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