The Child
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We pray and we pray and we pray
We are blind, we are blind
We pray and we pray and we pray,
We are blind we are blind
We pray
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The Mother
09:32
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A frenzied burning in our tainted hearts,
the deathless light that glows, dim and still
smothered with but a blink of our unseeing eyes
As we stare through the blood swept windows into the starless sky
We see not, but hear your call
Faint, but ever clearer than the chimes of his bells
We are the lambs lost in the mountains
Sometimes comes the Mother
sometimes the wolf
Her voice draws near
Through the purple mist in the West
In our wigs of dried blood we pray
As the dying Sun flushes its last pale streaks of light
With deaf ears, I hear you
With sightless eyes, I see you
With wounded flesh I feel you
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Seven Trumpets
01:54
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The Child
06:55
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See the child
Wounded and frail
In the atrocity of birth
A cage of flesh
By our makers hand
A dying prison
The Devil’s vessel
Dans le vide
A tunnel of horrors
The comforting nothing
A silk bath of madness
We pray and we pray and we pray
On broken knees, with broken tongues
We bleed in ecstasy and bliss
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The Madman's Dance
08:13
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in ruins and flames
we march ever on
through smoke and fire
a madman's dance in the eyes of a fool
we are blind, blind, blind
oh Satan, pierce my eyes of deceit so i can see what lies beyond
beyond time and space
beyond the palpable lives we live and the worthless breaths we breathe
beyond the cosmic horror of the tyrant in the heavens
all lies untold
all pages torn
the seal unbroken
the fire
it burns
Mankind trembles in fear
Before a legion of horribles, hundreds in number
unleashed upon all life
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A Choir of Null and Void
04:38
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Death in a Rosary
08:25
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i hear the whispers of our past,
the absurdity of our hearts,
the once so deathless light is fading into oblivion
the fire of god's love quenched by the devil's venom
pouring
glowing
purifying
showing
existence in this world is not our end
the snowblind and the sunburst
existence in this world is not our end
ribbed and vained
we kill our body
we writhe in vain
we kill our body
we die in a rosary
we kill our body
o, holy death! salvation!
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Wolves of Hades Amsterdam, Netherlands
Carving the sound of broken bones and desperate cries through analog decay since MMXIV.
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