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The Gathering Rites
02:37
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We who were dubbed an absconder
Await our fate reserved
We who were left behind to ponder
A penance deserved
We who weep at the feet of God
Pleading for favor
We who cannot escape the rod
Our pain to savour
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Everyday it looms
And grief follows
Counting yesterday's
No tomorrow
Every year it seems
I lose someone
Singularity
Im going numb
When All that Remains is Pain
Another passing
Another candle burning
I will remember
Another heartbreak
Another piece that's missing
I will remember
Only memories
Grave reminder
See you in my dreams
Going under
Prayers for the dead
Useless warning
'Til we meet again
I'll be mourning
When All that Remains is Pain
Another passing
Another candle burning
I will remember
Another heartbreak
Another piece that's missing
I will remember
Pain
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Liar's Tongue
05:23
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There is an language
That men tell themselves
A deviant formed idiom
Words like poison tell
Hatred for ourselves
Never to see Elysium
Liar's tongue
Where truth is hung
Liar's seed
Where anguish bleeds
Liar's tongue
Where lies are sung
Liar's seed
Where false words lead
Feigning happiness
Mask become undone
Refrain away from everyone
Guilt weighs my heart down
Shame becomes a noose
Can't speak a word to anyone
Liar's tongue
Where truth is hung
Liar's seed
Where anguish bleeds
Liar's tongue
Where lies are sung
Liar's seed
Where false words lead
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Desiderium
07:16
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We walk a razors edge
Unsure of every stride
And to whom is my guide
To which creed shall I pledge?
Towards immortality
The aim of life is death
In awe of total breadth
Succumb to entropy
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Hollow Men
05:00
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Whispers from forlorn voices tell only lies
Lips spewing malcontent, honesty deprived
Who are we if not the sum of our kin
The miscreant product of these hollow men
And so love lies bleeding
When even hope can't mend
The god that it's feeding
Worshipped by hollow men
Looking for comfort in a tangle of snakes
Finding only miswant and lost in it's wake
There is no respite within the wolf's den
Pleasure and pride, the vice of these hollow men
And so love lies bleeding
When even hope can't mend
The god that it's feeding
Worshipped by hollow men
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Oils & Incense
04:34
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The room is dimly lit
A hush falls over all
The scent of incense
Candles flicker on a pall
Whispers from beyond
Guiding hands that move
The seventh sacrament
Last rites to heal and soothe
Healing hands, anoint this pain
Oils and incense, to wash these stains
Rite and mystery, intertwined
The seventh seal, transit divine
The shadows lengthen
The hours drawing near
The strain of sickness
The burden of fear
But in this sacred space
Nothing can you keep
A chance to let go
Into eternal sleep
Healing hands, anoint this pain
Oils and incense, to wash these stains
Rite and mystery, intertwined
The seventh seal, transit divine
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9. |
Ite Missa Est
02:35
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Marble Orchard San Antonio, Texas
From the artist who forged Goat Bong, comes a new chapter in suffering. Plunge yourself into a religious fervor of penance and attrition. Steeped in the sounds of an Roman Catholic Church, where only tears can pay your toll to heaven. Subject yourself to inquisition and confess your blasphemies, only through your suffering will you pass the gates of Heaven ... more
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