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1. |
The Progeny of Ishtar
01:45
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“Our story begins...
On present day Earth
The sands of time, have now run out
The guardians of mankind...
Are no longer able to contain this disease
A funeral march unto a new Aeon…
Now resonates throughout the land
Deafening with each blow
Curious minds, feast thine eyes on these giants…
Only to be blinded by the sight
The scriptures tell tales of this day...
As it was foretold, by the herald of the serpent beast
She comes
Upon the Pestilence horse, the Annunaki ride…
The alpha and omega
To usher in, a new dominion
To reclaim supremacy…
For the newborn heir
Hear us now...
Ye bastard descendants of Eve!
Sound the bells of thy absolution!”
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2. |
The Fall of the Usurper
10:24
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(The line drawn in the sand…
Has begun to fade
Tempest, further pushes the limitations of this heresy…
Burying existence, of allotted boundary)
Desecration!
(A crime punishable by eradication)
Summoning thee…
To reclaim thy realm
Provoking the olden ones…
Unto their return
To eliminate the “line”, and it's trespasser...
(A plea
A sacrifice to the immortals)
The catalyst?
A promise of atonement...
In glory of, restitution in grandeur
Arrive at last!
To set thy accord in motion...
(A plea
A sacrifice to the immortals)
The skies now fall
The oceans have run dry
The winds breathe disease
The flames purge the land
A sight that has been revisited…
Over and over again
Divergent realms, and it's universes paralleled…
Doomed to the same fate
Waves colliding in vibration...
It's resonance, washing upon every planet
As they swallow themselves whole
When such horrors become reality…
What is the omniscient to feel?
Detached?
Deceased?
Indifferent?
(In mind's eye)
The catalyst?
A promise of atonement...
In glory of, restitution in grandeur
When such horrors become reality…
What is the omniscient to feel?
Detached?
Deceased?
Indifferent?
(In mind's eye)
The light of Earth…
Quivers, upon restoration
Pestilence!
War!
Famine!
Death!
The light of Earth…
Quivers, upon restoration
A candle burning at both ends...
Dissipation nears
As the ancients paid no mind...
Man toiled away in shadows
In conquest of, and surveillance…
Of it's own?
Ye bastards!
Foolish children…
Accrediting themselves, as kings!
(An act of treason, to one's patrons)
Justice hath brought penance…
For such debauchery
Bestowing unto them a noose...
And no other hand to tie the knot, but one's own
Ye bastards!
Foolish children…
Accrediting themselves, as kings!
In punishment, the civilization swings...
(Choking on it's own weight)
(Lunacy overcoming the dream state in asphyxia...
Poisoning the remaining cells of the hive mind
Madness runs rampant…
As a regression unfolds attributes of primal ancestry
As it was…
Engulfed, in chaos)
A final gaze unto the cosmic jury
The amaranthine council...
Deafening, with it's cries of castigation
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3. |
The March Toward Megiddo
06:18
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All Kingdoms fall...
As the monuments have before them
Stone and steel
Bonded together...
(By the blood of the begotten)
In truth?
‘Tis a fragile design, a poor bond
Fertile lands
Cloaked, by what sustains life...
A harvest doth not flourish
(Neither, should an empire!)
There are no Kings in this domain...
Land is the law
(Nature)
Man is a bastard son…
Ungrateful in it's blessings
Such fools!
Unable to see, the fate…
Staring back from afar
A destiny…
Delivered unto themselves!
Through premonition...
Through "divine" tongue
They march to the hymns of a hypocrite…
A king of lies!
(Backwards into oblivion)
No such divinity…
Is of this world!
Yet for Aeons, you have bent the knee...
(Born and bred, into submission!)
Stone and steel
Bonded together...
(By the blood of the brothers and sisters)
In truth?
‘Tis a fragile design, a poor bond
Fertile lands
Cloaked, by what sustains life...
A harvest doth not flourish
(Neither, should an empire!)
There are no Kings in this domain...
Land is the law
(Nature)
Pray to no gods...
Prey to no gods!
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4. |
The Threads of Moirai
05:58
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"Clotho"
"Lachesis"
"Atropos"
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5. |
The Virtuous Remliel
06:04
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“Assimilate, Gloom!
Ingest, Apathy!
Fathom, Filth!"
This calamity, is called modern existence!
Years wither in a self-induced haze...
Yet generations mourn a life, that was never theirs
Seasons spent, in severance of sentiment
The hammer now falls on this naive society...
In contempt, they are torn asunder by lions!
Bathe in thy blood!
Bathe in thy salt!
(Each step taken, trudging over carrion...
Servants gaze upon exotic form
The embodiment of sacred loin...
Has fallen unto you!)
In torment and awe…
(A feeling so obscure)
Generation-after-generation…
Conduct a symphony to thine ears!
As each tooth repeatedly pierces the flesh…
You now know what it is to be alive
To fear, to love, to live…
Realization, hath come crashing down
At the eleventh hour...
A new found grace, cultivates amongst the numb
Look to the azure!
Admire thy heavens!
Inquire unto darkness, into desolation!
The utopian response is bleak!
A cold unknown...
A premonition of what's to come
Ages spent dwelling in the stars...
Only to soon, be matter themselves
As it is above, it is below...
This is no work of the cozen!
In blood!
In flame!
A new era is born…
A dystopia to be
To tremble, substructure of creation
To rattle, authority of man
(The eternal awakening, to be)
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6. |
The Manus Dei
08:10
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Like a pack of wolves…
Tearing at the game of the hunt
Mouths drenched, in the blood…
(Of it's prey)
Leaving it's corpse, to the soil
The murder of innocents
Human trafficking
Public persecution
A trail of "being" resembles…
Such, carnal violations, to nature's law
A perpetual offense, against thine creation...
A ceaseless infraction, against thine kin
There is no courtroom on this Earth...
Corrupt enough to punish these deeds
There is no gavel heavy enough…
To sound off, it's deafening sentence
A defilement of innocent flesh...
A desecration of the temple
An eternity of torment will be thy penance...
An eternity of torment, you fucking swine!
(Applause echoes throughout generations…
As death is on display
Ages have come and gone…
With no sign of intervention)
A global metastasis…
Transmitting affliction to the heart of the world
With each beat, with each pulse...
(Disease spreads)
Leaving her corpse, to the stars
The rape of innocents
Human mutilation
Public oppression
A wasteland of "being" resembles…
Such, carnal violations, to nature's law
A perpetual offense, against thine creation...
A ceaseless infraction, against thine kin
There was no courtroom on this Earth…
Corrupt enough to punish these deeds
There was no gavel heavy enough…
To sound off, it's deafening sentence
A defilement of tainted flesh…
A desecration of the ruin
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7. |
The Epilogue
01:27
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“A fertile Earth…
Now, stands alone in the cosmos
Reborn...
Awaiting the seed of a worthy suitor, to begin anew
Forward into an eternity spent in hope…
She will wait
As it is above, it is below…
(Remember?)
For the creation, is a mirror…
Into the design of the creator itself
Inheriting traits of an architect…
Seeking the answer to it's own flaws
The echo of one's imperfection…
(And the desire of it's reform)
Resonates onward, with each creation
Each entity…
Will look to the heavens above them
(As their forefathers have)
Waiting, to begin anew
An untraceable answer
An endless cycle
An unforeseeable end
Such, is the tragedy, of existence”
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