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Unlike Body
06:30
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Born defective
Disgusted by his own form
He carves at the skin not his own
To shape one new
Hands that wind separate from mind,
Eyes that see not self,
A voice buzzing, snickering, “this is wrong,”
Is what is seen really there?
Will I see this with anything but disgust?
Will any sculpting satisfy?
Will I ever accept this unlike body?
Dispiteous perceptions
In the black abysses
Fingers which reach through the mind
Influenced by outside avarice
Emptiness, erosion of mind
Vision perceives outré form
Engulfed by ageless grievance
Could he be wrong if told this his whole life?
Will I see this with any feeling but disgust?
I know no sculpting will satisfy.
But will I ever accept this unlike body?
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الصحوة من إله الميت
03:53
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(Mysticis)
احرك الفراغ
(Vanitas)
إله القديم يصحو
dog tiodi na dnuor gnilaripS
setulf sseldnim niht eht ot gnicnaD
A contract to be signed in blood
In the house of primordial chaos
I know this name to be pure fear
Beyond angled space I cannot tread
I must end these dreams
(Mysticis)
حركت الفراغ
(Vanitas)
احتاج هذا حلم ينتهي
(Durantia)
أغلق الستار
(Aeternis)
إله الميت ينام
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00:48
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I. Λυπη
Rend this filth made flesh,
Tear away your woes.
Transcend this body of excrement,
Become as gold.
Return to the earth stained by blood,
Receive the pain earned by conquest.
Bask in the ecstasy of pain.
Λυπη--embodiment of agony,
Accept this humblest of sacrifices.
Rend this filth made flesh,
Tear away your sins.
Escape this body of excrement,
You can never be gold.
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II. Αχος
Ache in anguish,
Weep and grieve.
Let these tears stain the blood-soaked ground.
Hear the waves crash upon the shore.
The plunge, the churning depths of your ache,
The tall crags reaching at ink-blotted clouds.
The son beckons,
The sun weeps.
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III. Ανια
All is lost to you!
Beckoning is the call beyond,
The distant undulation of sweet sorrow,
Rising and falling.
"The wood rots, worms crawl beneath.
The flesh decays, reducing to bone.
No sight of light in months,
The sun and moon have gone from me."
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В тумане…
03:45
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Я не вижу... это вы?
Мои дети? Мои дорогой?
Я не понимаю.
Где вы? Где я?
Я не могу связаться с вами
В тумане.
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Vous Seulement
04:34
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Tongue severed, left impotent,
A dream meaningless after you left.
A disgusting creature, have I become?
For two long years this name has echoed in these walls.
Egg of Divine Ruler!
Claim your rightful heir!
Let us begin the chant of offering.
A kingdom paved by millions of dead,
Their bodies fertilizing long-dried soil.
Many more are needed for your reign,
All you need is recite the words, and power will be yours...
Vous…
Parmi tout les milliers de camarades et des dizienes de milliers d’ennemis,
vous, et vous seulement, avez obscurci la vision de mon rête.
Je sacrifie.
Arm severed, eye gouged out,
My love taken before me, a family sacrificed.
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Gasp and sputter the acrid air
Fingers which twist and pluck at spirit
Muscle and sinew, the feast of giants
The sum of our labors: a gilded platter
Invocation of material gods
Earthbound and ephemeral megaliths
The right hand: beasts imbued with vile cruelty
Sentinels hollowed and preserved by avarice
The left hand: the chattering teeth of power
Whispered promises which keep their favor
Be embraced by the smell of foul smoke
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Ecliptic Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Experimental music with an emphasis on sound design, timbre, and abstract storytelling.
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