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Calf of the Sun
03:35
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Bring forth the calamity, oh fallen son of Ishtar, killer of serpents thy will shall be done, calf of the sun, immortal son of Utu, breeding of Ea, ruler of Euphrates.
Make the ancient pantheon rise again, eternal enemy of Assur.
Great lord of lords, lord of the oracles, reviver of the dead, young breeder of revenge, bow of the flames, thunder of arrows, piercing the flesh of the ancient Tiamat.
Whirlwind of souls, bleeding the ghosts, holy city now in dust arising with a new sun.
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Burial
02:29
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One thousand voices, I hear them all, pulling the strings to the verge of madness, servants of the wounded faith manipulating the illusion of reality.
Magnifying the suffering of this endless descent.
Exclaim for pain, until you're out, to be the master and not a servant, I roam in nothingness through nights of vigil, I belong to no place, no time.
Magnifying the suffering of this endless descent.
Gathering the shadows of past lifes in the presence of the great abyss, the burden of remorse outweights the will as endless amounts of souls walk the path, they rise their glance in awe as god beheads it's son, the dead salutes them.
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Nihil
02:59
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How long have I waited, walking corridors of nonsense, the air becomes nails in my lungs as I realize the truth in darkness, waiting for my final hour I become everything I summon, a timeless spectre banished from time to time.
Light becomes darkness, blood turns into fire, hands covered in the dirt of a thousand funerals, light becomes darkness, blood turns into fire, I leave my faith here to never ascend.
Days become bitter with this obsession, an erratic torture gaves birth to a thousand doubts, in eternal defiance I wait for the day to come, a black tempest that will devour us all.
How unsure our fate was reaching step by step the end of the tunnel. A sick grime draws in my reflection as the air finally disappear.
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1914
03:27
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Unleash the tempest, horses of eternal chaos, the sky cries as it witness the arise of the dead, this is the time for us, breeders of the endless night, the great war begins as the prophecy becomes real.
In twisted visions of pain, misconception and death.
All the nations send their soldiers, clueless maggots marching to suffering. All the flags will burn before the dawn and the time has finally arrived, 1914 the year of the end, there will be no kingdom for the lamb to rule.
Unleash the tempest, the sky will cry, breeders of the night as one will die, the prophecy becomes real in twisted visions of pain.
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