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Prologue
02:24
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Time stand still
As were are floating
Light can never find its way
For all what’s relative…
You were my everything
A nightmare. A reason to live.
But you were burned
As iniquity was found.
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Harlotmoon
05:24
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It was cold at your home
So I dragged you under
Under my skin
Where you used to belong
Gospels were torn,
Life was sour underneath
Under those thin
Layers of fear
Tried to catch the eyes of the wolves
Never seen such beauty
For howling at the moon
Night has new meaning to me...
I’ve felt so secure
Mislayer of flesh
I’ve spelled your name backwards
For every moon (that) stayed to rest.
Witnessed the great intensity
Of lights and rays creating new forms
Christians hailed the moon
Heathen promises of light...
...Hide. Hide my sacred love.
Curse. Curse the Harlotmoon…
Sidesleeper, rested well...
...Hide. Hide my sacred love.
Curse. Curse the Harlotmoon…
Sidesleeper, rested well,
While war aroused in hell...
‘For sins of the wicked
Harlot to burn...
My Love, purified by fire
Wolves for the walley
Witches for the light
Burn, harlot to the fire…
Harlot to the fire...
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3. |
The Call I Follow
06:07
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Rot... I laid my hands on your flesh,
The hunger for Assiah’s offer.
The call you follow is muted
Called… called out your name in the wind.
Thought your home was nigh.
The call I follow is yours.
But you never loved me.
Nights... when moainings were echoed,
Whores hailed the trees of ours,
To ascend above the heights.
Decree… Of Coloman the Bookish
Had been forgotten awhile
...They tended to burn the witches
...you never loved me... because you were in love with all the seas,
And in the storms satisfaction you have found…
Rot... I laid my hands on your flesh,
The hunger for Assiah’s offer.
The call you follow is muted
Called… called out your name in the wind.
Thought your home was nigh.
The call I follow is yours.
Burned out sphere
For all I care
With your fire
Purge this mire
There was a Coven by the river, and its mass consumed the dark.
There was a cross in your neck matched the silver of your eyes.
And the Lords and the Masters were proud of your ways,
But all you did was the harm.
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4. |
Malady
04:50
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Here below, the blank white star
Harness yourself for the fatal scar
Gehenna...
high places of Topheth
Untouched is the shrine.
Where beauty never lurks,
There was a place next to the fire.
All the offer was the heat,
For nothing I did for your bright.
Malady…
this sickness is a curse
I bear the sun
For the dead of night
All the places you call home,
All the bodies you admire.
Will be swallowed by the night,
By nameless blank white stars
Remember the Sabbath day
To keep it holy
For the lies of our fathers
To have its glory
Malady.
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I worshipped the Sun,
Warming my broken hand.
I worshipped the Moon,
In darkness, safety I’ve found.
I Worshipped the doctors,
Failures of my heart they cured.
Yet lights, spheres and structures leading me.
I envy the engine,
And the mechanic system it runs.
...and the gathering rust,
Reminds us to the past.
In the rot of water I saw devilish reflections
In forbidden mires I felt the lurking blackness
Never saw the snow piling up on your shoulder
Never felt the cold winters on our white skin
The summers I regret
The false visions of cold
I envy the engine,
And the mechanic system it runs.
...and the gathering rust,
Reminds us to the past.
Reminds us to the past.
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6. |
Mila
01:45
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If blood could burn as wood
It would have lightened up the night
The flames of the twelve
Envied the brightness of the stars
Black leaves covered the blue night sky
Whispered, I’m far away from home
As I walked among the trees
I felt your need
….All of these horrible symptoms,
Measure the weight of your loss.
(Years since you’ve passed,) still I find no redemption
In the whores of my land that you have left me
...Floating was never easy for me,
In lethargy I felt more comfort
Keen to leave all you hold precious in your life.... cold blood circulates.
Tried to search for remedy
In the hands of the many
...Floating was never easy for me,
In lethargy I felt more comfort
Can’t reach out for new gods
Can’t make peace with old ones
And the rain won’t come to clear
I’ve crawled to altars of grief
In cursed times of the drought
Can’t reach out for new gods
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