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Trudging (Intro)
01:10
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Something has gone
No return
Shadows penetrate the wounds
An eternity has passed
How many times must I die again?
Embrace that feeling
Dark flame that blazes
Ghostly shapes cross the shores
I must follow, follow them
Fragments of existence slits the skin
With anger I look further
A spectral call from nowhere
I must reach that
See them running
I mark my passage through the trees
Mind being torn apart as I see
Corpses, they are, they are me
Fragments of existence slits the skin
With anger I look further
A spectral call from nowhere
I must reach that
Wailing gates covered by black leaves
An eternal dusk lights up the graves
Dust wraps the forgotten throne
Silence will forever reign
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Obscured, the sun will shine no more
Blood will flow, here comes the dawn
Darkness is my realm, I shun light, acid that corrodes
Our funeral marks the eternal return
Kingdom of Fog, screams and blood lead back to the womb
Kingdom of Fog, I cradle myself in the sorrow of doom
Dark desires haunt the depraved and corrupted mind
A single grim thought moves my limbs
From weak and creeping beings we are condemned
Sudden influx of pleasure when I drink your blood
Ancient coffins, where I find comfort
Death manifests itself
Demonic melody, I torture my mind
Maniacal obsession for a feast that cannot end
Kingdom of Fog, screams and blood lead back to the womb
Kingdom of Fog, I cradle myself in the sorrow of doom
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Absence
Of Empathy
Climbing
Mountains made of flesh
Restless
There is nothing worth
Shreds
An abortion
Soon,
Soon I'll be old
Carving my skin
Vomiting hopes, martyr of
None
And again
Shit
Hanging a rope, end
Live
This
Illusion
Soon,
Soon I'll be old
Carving my skin
Vomiting hopes, martyr of
None
And again
Shit
Hanging a rope, end
Here I lay thinking of you
I cannot sleep even at night
Pulsating hate through my veins
Multiple stab wounds, bleed-to-death!
I canβt breath and I accept it
Suffocation liberates me
Worms are crawling inside my corrupted flesh
Smell the pungent stench of this squalid end
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The Mourner
06:25
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Memories
Grappling her mind
A skull clamp, recklessly cursing her thoughts
Scorching the pale face a bitter tear
No mourn will give her back what she left
Exiled in a dark valley
Slim logs of wan birches like nails holding on the grey clouds
No dark, no light
Between the earth and the sky
No one knows who she is
No one why she cries
The only thing is known
Is that it's time
To die
There she stays
Just sadness and complains
The only thing she cared
Is now left in despair
There she stays
Just sadness and complains
The only thing she cared
Is now left in despair
In her colorless dress
Raven hairs in a bank
No human sign
No dark, no light
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