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Wuthering Mural
07:10
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Pointed towards blackened sky
Arms reaching ever outward
Quivering in lustful gale
Wilted limbs hanging bare
Haggard conscript blindly rides
Pale fleck on covered dusk
Frigid whip, lashing their backs
Physical absence, fleeting selfdom
Sallow aura eclipses all
Lachrymose agony, the beast halts
Frenzied whirl neath silver eye
Ceaseless ebb of ancient myth
Black sea churns with fatal tide
Glow forgotten, abandoned light.
Withered core, spirals ever down
The ichor turns turgid venom
Scorched earth cracks in gelid air
Tendrils cleaved from their source
Revelers flit, entrancing round the circle
Kowtowing to ersatz belief
Respite fleeting, deus long estranged
Primordial will, it commands
Winter’s sorrow
Shadow’s call
Wuthering mural
Displaced in time forever
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Sacramentum
03:45
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Cowled shades beckon sanguine ecstasy
Clustered ‘round covenant of ashes
Caper alight, wreath of conflagration
Sudor drips from malevolent forms
Moonlight casts a baleful shadow
Dark effluvium rising from the earth
Infernal presence is reborn
Putrid shape, glistening with oil
Wretched wings, extended in the night
Impressive shape, a being made to cull
Flurry of horns, claws, teeth, and eyes
Wrath of demons, brutish strife
The dead lie bloodless, sated, he takes flight
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3. |
Beckoning Dark
02:28
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Disparate Verse
04:40
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The heavenly doors stand agape
No gilded protector to guard against
The chariot’s flames are long extinguished
Night’s cold visage is on display
Promised land, soon forgotten
Her fertility, long erased
Raped by lies of fortunes
Tossed aside as mangled stump
Shrying poet’s faulty hand
Their opus left unfinished
Casts torch towards Alexandria
Tales of yore, mere embers
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Concordia
03:40
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Pointless derision built from ignorance
A blight on the earth, this movement and humanity
Antiquated bigotry and a past which never was
No strong man exists to justify a sorry existence
The great eternity calls
A resting place for fickle failure
Mockery ritual of self-effacement
Fall before our unity
No fourth Reich will rise
No putrid violence of nationalism
The plight of the marginalized is tangible
Yours is a childish imagination
We march forward and stand opposed
To the abhorrence of your reactionary cause
Embrace nuance and remain steadfast
Our dream is not dead, it will crush your Nazism
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