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Into The Abyss
00:38
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Plague Keeper
03:11
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Ashes rain down from the sky,
signalizing my impending end.
The deepest abyss of my soul,
is the reason for your heads in shame.
I am worse than ancient plagues.
From birth to grave the locust rain,
constant falling onto your heads.
From my creation till the end of my days
i´ll be the endless sickness spat from the sky.
Drowning your bodies in lakes of lies,
black clouds, ash rains, always cloaked your heads.
Bodies filled with hate and shame.
Faces signed with guilt and blame.
Hate me!
All these plagues will drench your feet.
Rotten flesh is swelling up.
Sickness nourishes from my wounds,
digging through my guts.
Fire is running through my lungs.
Oh hell, please….
Make them pay!
Crawling beneath my skin.
Feeding from my flesh.
There is no tomorrow.
We´re at the end of everything…
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Eater Of Days
02:37
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I´ve walked among angels and men for three thousand years.
Time has no beginning. No purpose. No end.
I am everything and I am nothing.
I don't exist and overwhelm everything at once.
I am lost in time.
I swallow myself.
I´ve done things you can´t believe.
Dreamed the dreams you didn't dream.
Saw the sights you haven't seen.
It's a burden. My mind is endless.
I wandered the tides through time and space,
always seeking for forgiveness.
I am nothing and all seems lost.
I got nothing at all.
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From Bitterness And Hope
03:43
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I marked this world with cold bare hands,
as a place of harm and disbelief.
Remember the day we engraved these words,
into stone. They shall outlast
wind and water, sand and time.
White wings got ripped from your back.
Black feathers burst out your shoulders,
unfold and darken our sky.
Our torch has been taken.
I´m howling these pains into the night,
still wondering if they will disappear.
Someday I hope, my heart can rest.
Please spark the light into my dark.
Just these golden shells we carry
can guide our way through this night.
We shall regret.
We shall persist.
We will regret.
We will persist.
We will come off with flying colors.
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Reflections
03:28
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I am sick of living someone else's life.
Of hunting someone or someone else's dreams.
You´re the black patriarch of all these slaved souls,
shattered hearts and wasted lives.
These hills you climb, don't know my footsteps and they never will.
The reflection shows a wasted soul.
I see a wasted life. I feel my wasted time.
Forgotten hopes.
A broken man.
Forgotten dreams.
An empty shell.
Lost all hope…broken inside…
Lost my dreams…I´m empty inside…
I always tried to become a reflection of you, but ended up...
Like a picture from shattered hands.
Like a song from a broken throat.
It´s better to turn at the darkest crossing,
than keeping silence in harm forever…
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Hieroglyphs Aschaffenburg, Germany
Blaming You EP - out in january 2013 -
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