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Rapturous War Machine
02:37
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Rapturous war machine
Spiraling war tusk
Sequencing into dust
Injecting coffinite, green salt
He who wouldn’t want me to give him shelter
My luminous reptile with the smile of a goat
Tearing deep into the veins of earthly pleasure
Celestial vitality in pangs of lust and love
Injecting dark seminal fluids
Filled with Satanic might
Glowing blasphemic knowledge
Pulsing to the core
Rapturous war machine
Capturing rhythmic pulses
Disrupting the flow of earth
Spiraling war tusk
Gleaming uranium underworld
Spew forth the winged beasts anew
Scarring teeth within the mantle
Erupt from Danakil
Hellish mutations of bones and flesh ensnare the book
Ensnare the book
New species arise
Become the rook
Fortified by fire
Winding bullets, winding flares
Spiraling artillery, tearing through the smoke
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Landing of the Gods
01:46
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Paths are scorched
Into the globe
Elusive angels engulf the throne
For our minds are weak and plentiful
Parasites taking from the gracious host
I did not know if it was dream
I saw his face in the crowd and turned away
Did i become him or did he become me
Lost engineer of the galaxy
Chariots of alien form
Descend upon, experiment
Indoctrinate the lesser form
Subjugate
Penetrating psychic entrances
Flay the old mind
It’s pulling me into sleep
but it’s pulling me in too deep
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Stormed by Stone
02:18
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Black hole conception
Tearing limbs apart, perceiving
That which cannot be
A broken chemistry
Weaving
Conjuring broken hierophants
Idols of perversion
Braving storms of stone
Capital punishment
Pulling us down into worlds
Breaking backwards
Captured in portraits of misery
For which to look and reflect
With melting eyes
Crushed by the weight of a god, bending
Which doesn’t exist
Whores of divine mercy
Mend and coddle thee (believing)
Filled with a sense of gluttonous guilt
Gorging on blood from wounds of self infliction (so relieving)
Our heroes stoned to death
Legs pulled behind ears
To show you what you’re missing
Living inside your fears
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Underneath the wounded seams
Purpose is a flowering beam
Servants are cackling into your sleep
Ghouls are ascending, tearing at the walls
Hammering into every morsel of the brain
Reverberating cries of depravity
Throbbing organs undulating
i hand this beating curse to you
Underneath a fleeting dream
Pulsing rifts between the senses
Spreading a disease of cognitive dissonance
Nuclear fire, the trumpets blaring
Leprous ears crumbling
World destroyers answering the call
Invertebrate, exoskeletal, undead forms
Our minds, infertile
Susceptible to inorganic mutations
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