1. |
Bloodred Whales Chase
01:46
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We are chasing our whale, blinded by rage.
We act, but we do not think.
Is this an immutable cycle? If so, we are doomed to failure.
We hurt, chase, we fight, but we do not change.
I ask myself, what can define ourself as “alive”?
No answers. No echoes.
Now, blood-red is the wake that the massive beasts of the sea are leaving behind.
The eternal spiral of pain that we cause will be both our liberation and our end.
Therefore, there will be no empathy before doomsday.
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2. |
Poseidon
04:47
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I was searching for the cradle of life
reconstructing from above
for the eternal tree of knowledge I’ve seen
and I’m cursed eternally
a thirst that I can’t stand
I will feed on the weak and grow my powers
For I am Poseidon
I’m the king of a world unbound
beneath the deepest ocean waves
No one shall move on
all the keys shall be covered in rust
as long as we can’t see the downfall
Shattered like my will to fulfill
I’ve been chained in the depth of the abyss
sinkin’ low but still I’m not perceiving - nothing
through the golden doors of knowledge
the purest truth awaits
where all are one and one is all
To become Poseidon
to reborn in the water pulse
but blind within the stream of the Maelstrom
No one shall move on
all the keys shall be covered in rust
as long as we perceive the endless stream
We’ll be rejoined in chaos
free from the sightless demons of the deeps
enlightened by the overwhelming stream of light
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3. |
Nephilim
07:36
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(Awakening of the creators)
It was dark and mysteriously black, among gloomy arches
the Immortals were dreaming wrapped in drapes
of pride and darkness
and I came to light, the second of two
creator of time out of time
and I saw the whole, and I mirrored myself
I glimpsed the morning of black galaxies
(Awakening of men)
I live in the nightmare of mortal repetition
eternal spiral of undying frustration
Now, as then, our rebellion
no more kneeling in blind worshipping
of restless self-denial
Oppress! Consecrate! Scare! Teach!
We live crawling in the light of the moon
a new reality of carnal humiliation
and our fate is upon us
wearily avoiding the only truth
breathing
we are addicted to our future
It was dark and mysteriously black, among gloomy arches
the Immortals were dreaming wrapped in drapes
of pride and darkness
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4. |
Kintsugi
02:18
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5. |
My Brother's Light
05:36
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Have you ever tried
to cry out tears of pure joy
it clears all evils from your heart
restores your soul
Is over, his luck has run out
The sun has already laid in the palms of our hands
This is my brother's light
to be immersed in all this light
it’s like being immersed in the deepest darkness
as well as in an ancient torture
so I force myself to move forward
towards the mists of the unknown
When the landmarks vanish
like blinding reflection of the winter sun
rediscover that you are not the one
leave the white wall to get lifted
Have you ever tried?
Losing one's conscience into the stream of another
to know a thought that’s not yours
to understand before you know
Over! Light!
Light! Drown in golden light
it’s like being immersed in the deepest darkness
so I force myself forward
Light! Overseen by my sight
rediscover that you are not the one
leave this plane of existence
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Brother!
We are one in this communion
Brother!
How long we have been separated
I can feel I’m not alone
but I can’t ease the pain
I can feel your sincere tears
half of my heart has been ripped away
(Now) roots are piercing the clouds
look with me at the sky
the last rays shine in through our hands
there will be no goodbye
Waters and fires and forests in bloom
doomed to be two in this wasteland
vultures on our sight and restless nights
for sure we will survive
Together we’ll return to the source
we will quench our thirst
and see how to rejoin our souls
how to come back to the spring of the ancients
Born to fulfill the higher good
trapped in mortal remains
we will pursue the path, to know
what will remain
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7. |
Døden Og Livet
00:48
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8. |
Blank Premonition
04:43
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Solemn monks in heavy robes
emulates the ritual
my interiors has been removed
carved out with a golden spoon
Blank and mutilated
in a scented room with crimson drapes
where dusty rays of light pierce
the concept of extinction itself
Dropping slowly from above
black oil is filling my insides
toe to skull
it will drip from the orbits
For I have broke the seals
I will finally descend
to the gate of the jackal-headed god
to reborn as the sun god again
Hear my premonition
“who once was God shall be God no more”
thus, fear illusions
beware the storm of the memories to come
Hear my premonition
“who once was God shall be God no more”
be the judge of chaos
laughing hard in the belly of the whole
Through the fires of Amenti I’m reborn
through the eternal circle of life
reunite the elements
reconstructing the essence of existence
By the waters of Nile I was born
giving birth to the circle of death
perceiving chaos
reconstructing the essence of existence
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9. |
Autumn
07:33
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