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Memento Mori
05:19
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Mortal pawn, ambitious indeed
Beyond your grasp, is another day
Like you, the earth needs to feed
Within her clutch, forever to stay
Life is not a constant
Our only purpose to consume
Vile, a man is a monster
Our salvation, is our doom
Rise, rise up from the ashes
But lest you forget, the clock's turn
For every second that passes
Those very ashes beckon for your return
Son of Sar, sow your seed
For time is not on your side
Like us, the cosmos needs to feed
So go forth, my child, and abide
Life is not a constant
Your only purpose to lay waste
Vile, a man is a monster
Lying in wait, for your embrace
Rise, rise up from the ashes
But lest you forget, the clock's turn
For every second that passes
Those very ashes beckon for your return
Rise, rise up from the ashes
But lest you forget, the clock's turn
For every second that passes
Those very ashes beckon for your return
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2. |
The Pale
04:15
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You
Destitute, void of hope
You
Young, and unbridled is your fury
You
Have more power than you understand
You
Carry the weight of existence
Follow me, child
I have a path to salvation
The peace you've only known
Before birth bound you to this plane
Leap into the pale
The weight from your shoulders
The flesh from your bones
When you leap into the pale
No longer does your plight
Fall on deaf ears
I,
Have the guidance that you seek
I,
Have been in your very shoes
My duty is to help those in need
My hope is to end all woe
Follow me, child
I have a path to salvation
The peace you've only known
Before birth bound you to this plane
Leap into the pale
The weight from your shoulders
The flesh from your bones
When you leap into the pale
No longer does your plight
Fall on deaf ears
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King Of The Dead
04:10
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Lost in the annals of history
But not forgotten by all
The legacy of a secret victory
And an ancient civilization's fall
The prophet, holiest, obscured
Forsaw the end to be
And who believed what they had heard
Would assist, in bringing destiny
With our founding father
The end of all began
Using saltwater
Barren, he rendered the land
May His shadow grace them and thine
He, who lay upon his bed
Kneel before the corpse, divine
And hail Sar Mitu, the king of the dead
By the void, he is graced
And to us, his husk, was left
In our dwelling, his remains were placed
A beacon of of hope, though life bereft
The father of blasphemy
Passed down his stories of olde
a Pioneer in literacy
His tales of destiny can still be told
With our founding father
The end of all began
Using saltwater
Barren, he rendered the land
May His shadow grace them and thine
He, who lay upon his bed
Kneel before the corpse, divine
And hail Sar Mitu, the king of the dead
Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu!
Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu!
Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu!
Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu!
Like maggots upon the flesh
Are we, upon the earth
Reach out, take the hand of death
Ushering a great rebirth
I have seen what lies beyond
What bliss, the future holds
When all of life has gone
The pleasure of endless cold
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Tusked Terror
04:39
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They ride, alongside
Demons, gargantuan
On the horizon, strikes fear in our hearts
They kill, at their will
Carthage hath sent them
Under the weight, even the strongest, fall apart
On our doorstep, war has arrived
Tusked and fierce
Aching to crush
On our doorstep, death has arrived
And he extends
His cold hand
They fight, through the night
But none could prepare us
For what the general had in store
We die, end is nigh
For we cannot counter
This otherworldy beast we've not seen before
On our doorstep, war has arrived
Tusked and fierce
Aching to crush
On our doorstep, death has arrived
And he extends
His cold hand to us
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Infirmos Twin Falls, Idaho
Beneath candelight
Before sacred shrine
In this carnal pleasure
we profess, and prove our
faith
A faith, in evil divine
Guitar & Vox - The Mouth
Guitar - The Hand
Bass - The Earth
Drums - The Thunder
Vox - The Siren
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