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Scar Harvest
09:59
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Ahvalen
Esen
Clauneck
Kiar
Ha agal Dinasta de duna
Hulitiva tenebrez de nu sin
Over this rusting skin
Light has not shined
Embrace your mutilation
Live only to die
This necrotic flesh
Your throne of amputation
Upon shrines of torment
Harvest your scars
Cherish your pieces
Pawns of annihilation
All your diseases
Wear the crown of genocide
Ahvalen
Esen
Clauneck
Kiar
Ha agal Dinasta de duna
Hulitiva tenebrez de nu sin
Some came to see agony, some to afflict
Some created graves from their wounds
Where they were buried alive
For more suffering
For now tyranny rule over this hell on earth
Slaughters of feeble Gods, for they never saved a soul
Era of death, Pray with your cut up hands
Lethal offerings performed with sharp cold steel
Spill the blood of Christ, the holy wine from the veins
Rape trust, Admire lust
Onslaught the tears of broken faith
Greed for gluttony, Pride on sin
Bludgeon out of envy for lies we were fed
Take shelter in the scars
Clean skin from parasites
What's warm should be alive
What's cold should be dead
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2. |
Dying From Your Wound
08:07
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Scorn is overtaking the ruins it destroyed
Flies have gathehered on decay
Feasting on the corpse and despair from the farewell
Like rotten flesh the world turns grey
Moments of desperation have themselves locked up in a cage
Surrounded by constant rain without any possibility of escape
Between the ghastly figures it has made
Feeling the gripping and scratching of the cold dying hands
Trapped for years like this it turned on itself
Apologies like colonies fly out to break the glass
After years of being in shackles it has thrown away its mask
Now it serves the wounds it brings them gifts
Cherishing them like the queen of the ends
Accepting to the fate it has succumb itself at last
This fear exists of bankrupcy and emptiness
Running head first into mazes knowing they're without ends
May there be a reason to believe in freedom?
How does one create a paradise from hell?
Just surrender.
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3. |
And With Fire, Perished
10:30
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And with fire
It all perished
All I cherished
Now gone
There is no way to restore
From the holes in the deepest shadows are the heartworms
Under the concrete and cement
This be it's grave
Where you can look but cannot see , there it will stay
The shadows be it's grace, from it's birth till it's decay
Under concrete and cement
Buried without a trace
Swallowing lies like once glasses of champagne
Choking on syllables and deprive my lungs from air
Mixing alcohol with cocaine to forget about the pain
How many promises are here?
How many promilles are there?
Reading out loud page by page
Counting the letters
How many mistakes did I make?
Will it get better?
Dry mouth from a panic attack
Saying the prayer
Asking for penance
Repent for betrayal
Seven days without sleep
Everything is spinning
And the week just repeats
Never ending nor beginning
Paying back for everything at once
With chest pains, cold sweat and only the bitter truth
Putting my heart in the freezer with the alcohol
Gagging on each word uttered with hands around the throat
Eat your own lies
Swallow your fucking words,
Each syllable. Eat it. Fucking gag.
Choke on it.
How many promises are here?
How many promiles are there?
Can the liquor burn?
I'm burning, I'm burning
And with fire
It all perished
All I cherished
Now gone
There is no way to restore
I'm burning, I'm burning
I'm burning, I'm burning
I'm burning, I'm burning
I'm burning, I'm burning
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