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The Glass Delusion
06:23
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Heavy is the head that wears the martyr’s crown
Unwanted and uneasy, upon this weary brow
Laden with the weight of expectations, a thankless burden that I did not choose to bear
That steals away my reason, and robs me of my peace, and it will not let me be
A moment of madness is all that it takes, a momentary weakness, as I begin to… break
I feel like I am made of glass, always a moment from collapse
And all the strength that I once had has left me, and all my hope is gone
All my strength has left me, and all my hope is gone
But still the cracks keep growing, deeper and deeper
As I feel my body growing weaker and weaker with every breath
The fractures slowly spreading, through my fragile bones
This never-ending agony
One wrong move and I will shatter
Into a thousand broken shards
That cannot be put back together
One false step and I will fall apart
I feel like I am made of glass, always a moment from collapse
And all the strength that I once had has left me, and all my hope is gone
All my strength has left me, and all my hope is gone
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Samsara
06:21
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This life is a journey that has no end
And no beginning, as the wheel keeps turning
And so we wander without purpose
Searching for something that can free us from these shackles and these chains
From this never-ending cycle, something to break the bars, of this gilded cage
But when our footsteps falter, when we are finally laid low
We are reborn again to suffer, and this is how the story always goes
Each time we wear new faces, yet still we leave no traces
Nothing to mark the empty pages of our lives
Everything changes but somehow stays the same
Everything dies only to be born again
There is no greater blessing, no greater curse
Than the promise of endless rebirth
A life that lingers on
Even though the joy of living is long gone
Samsara
Are we only born to suffer?
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Black Soil
07:10
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Bury me where I fall, and lay my bones to rest
Beneath the black soil, so I may sleep the sleep of death
Oh bury me, so I may sleep, in dreamless slumber, and wake no more
And so I will return, to the womb that once bore me
And I will feed the roots of the earth, with the essence of my body
This is my flesh, this is my blood
All that I am and all that I was
My flaws and all my failures
All of the choices I have made
The consequences of my actions
And I will take them to the grave
Bury me where I fall, and lay my bones so deep
That no-one can find me, and light can never reach
Oh bury me, and let me sleep forever, in endless darkness, beneath the soil
From ashes to ashes, from dust into dust we return
So it is and always will be
From nothing into nothing, without pause and without mercy
Watching the hours as they pass, falling like rain, through the hourglass
Counting the days, slipping away, the sands of time, are all that remain
Oh bury me
So I may sleep
In dreamless slumber
And wake no more
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The Void Which Binds
09:03
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There is a void inside us all
An empty space we cannot fill
An endless absence that haunts us still
There is a void inside us all, which binds us, defines us, and unites us as one
What is our meaning, what is our purpose?
These are the questions, the phantoms that haunt us.
These are the thought that torment us, as we stare into the abyss
We are all empty, we are lost
But we are not alone
No man is an island, except by his own choice
For we are all united, by the substance of the void
We are united by our loss
By the void inside of us
No matter the distance that divides us now, we are united by our loss
We are all empty, we are all lost, but we are not alone
We are like empty vessels adrift upon the ocean, longing for shore
We long for something more
Like empty pages, waiting for the coming of the word
To fill the empty spaces in our lives
The empty spaces that define
The distant edges of the void which binds
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5. |
Bloodsong
08:17
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Listen closely, can you hear the melody flowing through your veins?
A silent symphony of movement and motion, a wordless compulsion, an instinctive drive
That orchestrates your every action, and cannot be denied
This is the music of our blood, the siren song that lives inside of all of us
Like an aching in your bones, an echo in your marrow
The pulsing beat of your heart as it bleeds, building to a great crescendo
Can you feel the music move you?
Can you feel it flowing through you?
Can you hear the crimson choir within you?
Dying to be heard
Can you hear the music? Can you hear the song?
Can you hear the choir? Can you feel the urge?
Speaking without language, and singing without words
So listen closely, can you hear the melody?
Flowing through your veins, running through your marrow
The pleasure and the pain, can you hear the echo?
A silent symphony of movement and motion
An instinctive drive, an impulse that cannot be denied
This is the music of our blood, the siren song that lives inside of us
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Towers of Silence
06:24
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The tower stands before us, etched against the sky
A silent silhouette of stark unyielding stone
Its shadows stretches out towards us, as if reaching for us, as if it calls us home
As if it calls to us alone
Each of us must make this journey when our time comes
Each of us must travel into the stillness that lies beyond
Behind that solitary door, and find our place among the ones who went before
And there we will lie, beneath the open sky, exposed to the elements and the passage of time
As silence descends, so do the vultures
Bleached by the sun, our bones shall be gathered, and finally interred
Alongside our brothers, in the depths of the earth
Into the silence, we all must go
Where those who went before us, wait for us still
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Time and Tide
07:43
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I have seen the old gods die
I have seen their idols crumble
I have seen new gods arise
From the ashes and the rubble
I have witnessed, I have seen…
The death of our hopes, the death of our dreams, all of our great works collapsing
And oh what fools we have been, thinking this would last
Empires rise, and empires fall, time and tide make fools of us all
And the best laid plans of mice and men all come to nothing in the end
Both the wicked and the divine must fall before the march of time
As it was written, so it will be done
Let history remember, that nothing lasts forever
Empires rise, and so does the tide
Only to fall again in time
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Viktor Jonas Söderköping, Sweden
Sorrowful Melodic Death/Doom Metal from Sweden.
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