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Hypomonē
03:44
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The Great Awakening
09:47
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Retribution has been served
No more do we suffer the world of old
The flame extinguished
The world of ash has been reborn
Hidden beneath the crumbled brick and mortar
There is one
Chosen by the sages of old
Freed from mindless philosophy
Constructed to surpass newly found fealty
The devotion to endure this new life
To carry the hollow shell into the new light
For darkness will carry us, light will guide us
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Ex Nihlo
16:01
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Risen from the deepest bowels on the unknown
Once was man
A primordial Being
Formed by flesh and bone
The fragile remembrance of the open wounded earth
Searching the ashen land to find
Subjects to his will
The heretics of the old age
Lending an arm and thought to such hollow humanity
The newly arisen prophet
Offers us cursed anemoia
A hazed dream
The primordial being
Born from flesh
Born from bone
Born from void
The self-proclaimed
Nameless King
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Fallen from the walls and pillars of heaven and beyond
With newfound fealty they build
Broken backs and broken wills
The deep void within the eyes of these mortal shells shows us grace
We will struggle together
As the temple arises bearing testimony to the superstition and sloth of men
Carving the earth
Shifting mountains
Bending rivers
like a candle I wasted away
gathering up at dawn, my melted wax
and read within whom to mourn
excess justifies nothing
Without memory we erect a familiar security
A monolith to humanity's last comfort
An invincible peak
A silent shrine that reveals only a numbing deception
Constructed from ash and stone
Made from ruin with only the desire to serve
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Mourning under the blackened sky
A lament for light long forgotten
The new sacred mass rituals assert themselves
For we shall not hinder nor rust
Condemning our fate through self-flagellation
Through pestilence and pain
For the abhorrent sins of old will be absolved to prevent doom and despair of the tormented soul
But to what avail
We who are alive
Who are left
Shall be caught together in clouds of thickened ash
We trust in the illusion of life
Only the fate of immurement waits for the mindless drone
We shall bathe in his majesty’s righteous light and at thy twilight, old thoughts return
In great waves of nostalgia
This forced reality is nothing more than a curse
The king’s blessing that is true to every fault.
Forgive me
For I have not felt this grief in my heart
The overwhelming burden and questions of my tortured soul
His righteous light calls and it fills me with the warmth I once desired
The mind is a cell so cold and dark
For this is the only comfort humanity can endure
The endless endeavour to serve a foolish trait.
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