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Mortification...
Mortification of this legacy
Paraded through the streets
Paraded through the streets
Now a jester among the fools
Exiled from their circle
As I awaken in the dark
Accused of wrongdoing
Now never to be seen again
Disconnected from the past
Now discarded as waste
Rebellion against all odds
Now I must pay the price
One for one... (but for what)
This will be the execution of the (evil one) one
We are becoming a forgotten piece of history
Severed from the fabric of our species
Now I am nothing, I know that it (you) wants me
The insidious incisions begin ?
With needles enhance your legacy
Inside out
Slowly creeping in my adversary with ?
Into ?
The moments before my death that I am now not here
I am your reaper
I am your death
I am the reaper (becloaked man in black)
Coming after you
No longer did you want anything to do with me
This tale will be forgotten
How many ages will this reoccur
What has happened to my reign here
When the dark one intended
? Battle against the. Ally
Protection of my own war possession ?
You always neglected the way, but now I will be the one to come
I will be coming after you
[¿]
Entombed by my madness
Becoming a forgotten piece of history
Insidious incisions begins as time runs out
With blade in hand, I rip your legacy inside out
Slowly creeping in my adversary with?
The moments before my death
That I am now not here
I'm am your reaper I am your faith
I am the Reaper- becloaked man in Black
Coming after you
I am the Reaper- the cloaked man in Black
Coming after you…
No longer do you want anything to do with me
This tales will be forgotten
How many ages will this reoccur
Is this the way the dark one intended?
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Nullum Emperium
09:20
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I’ve died within and hold my breath
As my thoughts cease to exist
The ending doom and crippling fear
I won’t be able to stop myself
In every step that I take
Strange symptoms I cannot list
Along these dirty paths, I paint my strengths at risk
Along these dirty paths, I paint all my strengths at risk
Through Nine levels of perdition
My greatest battle
The toughest war
Will I be a scholar in an exhibition?
I am the bringer of hate and gore
Will I be a scholar in exhibition?
I am the bringer of hate and war
The cesspit of filth wraps beneath my feet
The sounds of screams, simultaneously mourning
Unbearable agony
And these chants (of death)...
They wither away at my sanity
The scent of rot sends me back
(Into the Inferno)
The fire consuming my entire body
In fucking agony
Give me your worth
Please give me your worst
Give me the fucking worst
The voices inside never seem to stop
The control of the spiritual harvest
As it takes me to the sacred realm
Time to expel all this tarnish
A man must fall to rise again
And I will no longer sit back and watch
There is no time to wait
Remove these chains that bound me down
No longer a prisoner
In my scorched hell
Ascend the hills of the sun-bleached white bones
Climb this mountain of skulls (these mountains of skulls)
Amass the strength
And fill my empire
My empire of will
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Spiritual War Tactics
09:22
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For nights, I have traveled
In darkness
Many days have passed
As a wandering soul
For my heart is torn
The warm sun above me
Slowly takes the pain away
So I thought
Among the hills, a path lacerates the woods
Mangled trees twist. Ring the razor winds
Under maroon skies, rotten bodies lie
Far to the east
Prepare for rot feast
Upon the old oak
Up the wooden stairs:
A crack from the top to the bottom
I pushed open the door;
A creak as it let me in
A scent- unfathomable to humankind-
I carry on
I could sense her ghostly presence
It was near me
It was telling me something
So attractive- yet so vile
Five points were drawn out in front in the center of the floor
And out of the corner of my eyes:
Her ghostly figure descends toward me
Was I about to submit?
(No! Never!)
Cast by her evil spell, for I knew
That my will would be tied forever in puppet strings
Trapped in her glass case for all to see-
The end of my life-
Forever to be enslaved
By her beauty
Beauty
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Hynoptic Enslavement
05:44
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Come and tear my bones
Lifeless under the stars
Caught within the midnight skies
From the frost-covered hills
I have seen through the eyes of the wolves
Consoled by all of the dark
Waiting patiently, like the animal that hunts its prey
Now all will fall
Into my below
Knives[?]
Souls consumed by the dark
[?] in the black
Now you cannot sense the hate that awaits you
Now...
Now you cannot sense the hate that awaits you
Hate- it awaits you
Hate- it awaits you
Hate- it awaits you
Set the burning piles of the defaced and [?]
My iron is against the bone
Prophets of my spiritual war tactics
The valley of the dead
I cannot be
For only humans in this mortal flesh
For me are now bound together
And I have become one
For the end of your race
Do not what I have spoken
For we are in now the myth
Die on your knees; die
Die on your knees; die
Die
I am the reclaimer of the throne
I am the nightmare of
I am the owner of all spiritual possessions
Preside over place once lost
The age of the angels ends now
Shatter forces against the light
Face the darkness
From the sick
? standing
Coldness chilling the bones of ? night sky
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Voidthrone Seattle, Washington
Birthed in the strange Pacific Northwest, Voidthrone channels the tumult and frenetic isolation of modernity. We convey the
discomforting visions from beyond the veil with complex, aggressive, and transgressive riffs, beats, and shrieks. Our goal is to challenge and exhaust listeners and mesmerize and reprogram viewers with Dissonant Black Death.
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