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Voices From The Pyre
05:47
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Racing through the vacuum,
gradually losing faith,
voices from the pyre,
turning in my head.
Gathering my thoughts,
to preserve my spirit,
their eyes they crave denial,
chasing my own death.
Closer to the fire,
I walk in the shadow,
always craving,
eternally cursed!
Racing through the vacuum,
gradually losing faith,
voices from the pyre,
eternally cursed!
Drinking the blood,
of the cursed giants,
turning the pieces,
elemental death!
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Hail mother death,
everything fails...
Mother death,
serpent divine,
cutting my veins
wide open,
for her grace,
for her divine power,
everything fades,
hail mother death!
Mother death!
It's getting cold,
all around me,
memories flash
before my eyes,
a pool of blood,
under my knees,
everything fades,
hail mother death!
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3. |
At The Gates of My Death
05:53
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Waiting for them to take me,
tomorrow, to the chamber...
Saying my final farewells,
inciting, inviting...
Obsessing of my coming death,
anxious, a battle...
Wishing for just one more day,
tomorrow, death...
Igniting the strength within,
hopeless, afraid...
Trying to make sense of this,
lonely, cornered...
Obsessing of my coming death,
fighting, hollow...
Searching for the words to say,
to follow, the light...
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Eons of Merciless Dreams
04:36
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Sparse recurring anxiety,
existential demons exhumed,
perpetual shortness of breathe,
cohorts to proxima centauri...
Light years that hurt just to follow,
no more tomorrow,
loyal to death!
Fleeting serpentine dreams,
eons of merciless darkness,
declining muscle mass,
cohorts to proxima centauri...
Light years that hurt just to follow,
no more tomorrow,
loyal to death!
Turning the cold hands of death...
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They're all, they're all laughing at us...
I will never yield,
to their irrational structures,
I will always follow,
the god of my night.
They're all, they're all laughing at us...
Why can't they just accept
the beauty of death?
Why can't they just accept
that they're already dead?
They're all, they're all laughing at us...
Genocide! Genocide!
The wolf, the eagle!
They're all, they're all laughing at us...
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6. |
All Hail Mother Death
05:38
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She takes my sorrow,
she takes my misery,
guiding me over,
the weakness of my flesh.
She takes my eyes,
she takes my memory,
taking me over,
the ashes of the dead.
All Hail...
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Louksna is the one-man black metal project of Etienne Tel'uial.
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