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* | Star of Nothingness (instrumental; bonus track) |
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We are delusional
To go against mortality
Still we fight , love and create
As the only creatures
In on life's great secret
We sense the pointlessness beyond
There is a void between our hands
That drowns the sounds of life,
An arrow lazed in liquid darkness
For every sungods heart
It has always been right here
Like a shadow in our blood
It waits for you and me
The shadow in our blood
We are delusional from fictional reality,
To prayers of prosperity,
Loneliness, can we resist your pale attraction
Give into the dream with open eyes
How will this world within a world live on
Another page torn from the book of strangers
Who says "I" when all the
Voices fear their own sound
And who remembers the hours
No! It has always been right here
Like a shadow in our blood
No! It waits for you and me
The shadow in our blood
[guitar solo]
Here in the barren and still
Far from the shores of real
Dreams born beyond borders
On weave of thought and want
Here we're invincible
No! It has always been right here
Like a shadow in our blood
No! It waits for you and me
The shadow in our blood
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He takes a stand
And looks the serpent in the eye
This goes no further
I have the upper hand
This ends on my terms
I challenge nonexistence
Every single day
The end of mind and of freedom
End of everything
A most violent event
Praise individuality
It turns on your shadow
A devastating light
That pulls ungrateful eyes (maybe lies)
Attached to the black song
The dream oblivion
We gaze upwards
And stick into a lie
This is the last time
I am now done with this
I carry my nothing
Every single day
The end of mind and of freedom
End of everything
The end of everything
Now in reality unend
The fall of all morality
Attached to the black song
In devastating light
That pulls on desperate eyes (maybe lies)
Attached to the black song
The dream oblivion
The end of faith and of meaning
End of everything
A most violent event
The dream oblivion
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Eventually they'll come
Your name has been called
Out for eons
To claim the blood and
salvage what remains
For once we've seen the fragile nature
Of things behind its windows
Where nothing lives
And nothing ends
And seen what drives the hopeless
In between their closing yellow walls
The day has come
You are the fatalist
The day has come
You are the fatalist
You walk on soil, that dreams of blood
How can we fight fatigue,
In pre-historic sorrow?
When all is preordained
The cycle never ends
What once had been an endless realm
of possibility and dream
Now laid to waste and ruin
Laid to waste again
You wash your hands in blood
You squander time
We borrow from eternity
Is it another lame excuse?
The day has come
You are the fatalist
The day has come
You are the fatalist
You walk on soil, that dreams of blood
You are the fatalist
If nothing changes
then nothing ends
Your thoughts are broken
Your reasoning is flawed
The defense is just an act
and lies are all you've got
You are the fatalist
You are the fatalist
How easy can we see
Defeat behind your argument
The fatalistic smile
The day has come
You are the fatalist
The day has come
You are the fatalist
You walk on soil, that dreams of blood
The day has come
The day has come
You walk the ground that screams for murder
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Eyes that meet to say farewell
And linger through the sleepless nights
A trail of days that end in tears
But I can never be there
The rush of hours that never seem to end
What life has dealt you can not comprehend
I am the absentee
I know you're out there searching tonight
I'm right here
Another day and I cannot see through your eyes,
I'm right here
How could I have known what preceded your own thoughts
Wish that I could listen to what only speaks inside
Every raging dissonance
Each jarring note
But I could never be there
How can you think that I would understand
When words just go around what the heart truly wants
I am the absentee
I know you're out there searching tonight
I'm right here
Another day and I cannot see through your eyes,
I'm right here
I want to tell you,
Of the exploding light
How everything is visible
Moments before the dark
I am never, never there
I know you're out there searching tonight
Another day and I'm not there
Thrust with nails of conflict
Anxiety and pain
Through spells of anger, confusion and defeat
I wish you'd see me here in front of you,
But I am not here
I know your out there searching tonight
I'm right here
Another day and I cannot see though your eyes
I know your out there,
But I'm right here
Another day and I cannot see though your eyes,
Lead me right
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What if you are an island of sorrow
Then I'll be the raging sea
What if you are the reaching trees
Then I'll be the storm that with fire rages
The new loneliness
Your name on the door
Just like a diagnose
For a venomous disease
Man is the cemetery for unlived life
All for nought
The grand accusation
Your face is your name
Word and shield
Sharp as a curse
Man is the cemetery for unlived life
All for nought
The grand accusation
You chose rejection
Over thoughts of insight
You take action
From focus on intent
And race for impact
Not waiting for the fall
What cries here, cries inside
Man is the cemetery for unlived life
The grand accusation
What if you were a country of grief
With me the invading force
What if you were to measure the hollow
That captivates and devours you
The new loneliness
Your name on the door
Just like a diagnose
For a venomous disease
Man is the cemetery for unlived life
All for nought
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Do not hide your sorrow
Or banish it from sight
Take it out to burn,
Turn the pain against it
In our day that holds no other
What are we
The fuel or the flame
In the life that hides behind you
What are you
The fuel or the flame
In our proud momentum
Thrust ahead from the start
Our fragile frame falls apart
I hear you in my echo
A few steps behind
I see you in my shadow
Waiting inside
What if we don't question
The meaning of it all
The answer in our system
Bound to kill the spark
The moments so illusive
Hangs heavy on our heads
Scorns the dying nomads
That burn another trail
In our day that holds no other
What are we
The fuel or the flame
In the life that hides behind you
What are you
The shine of trembling stars
Worlds in the distance
Curse this lack of sight
Into darkness without end
In our day that holds no other
What are we
The fuel or the flame
In the life that hides behind you
What are you
The fuel or the flame
In our day that holds no other
What are we
The fuel or the flame
In the life that hides behind you
What are you
The fuel or the flame
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Why do I see her
to never ending nights
Why do I see her
wearing nothing but the dark
Have you come in to warn me
of what I cannot see?
You want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
I know where you live
I can see it through your darkness and
When you sleep I hear the heart that beats you
Have you come in to warn me
of what I cannot see?
You want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
I fought into the distance
A life that does not connect
Time played out its part
On the strings that bind us
Encounters in silence
Words allude the fading light
Wish I could fathom
what is too hard to tell
Her head hangs low
in the silence of the room
Her head hangs low
She takes a bite out of her heart
Have you come in to warn me
of what I cannot see?
You want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
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Held by winter's chokehold fast
Fixed in anxiety's firm grip
Frost that burn the arteries
Underneath the heavy clouds
The lifted sword, the broken shield
The hand that drew the final word
From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk
Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
And let their heads hang down
Falling through the tungsten skies
On the burning grounds of Arkhangelsk
To the eye of judgement now
One will stand in the time of the end
Sun to stone, air to fire
All to nothing and nothing to lose
They gather, drowned to the sounds
Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk
With one word, one movement in the fabric
Everything dies
The storm that sweeps the world away
From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk
Inherit from the morning star
What others brought and the land forgot
Soaring through the narrow belts
Through blazing stars, through dying suns
Collide not now, but carry us
Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
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Drink this water again
that runs by without memory
Where your name is lost
drink and forget yourself
This featureless stream
that carries your face further on
These waters know you,
it calls you by your one true name
Have you ever noticed
the spaces in-between
where life is in recession
and agony begins
I am the call
I speak inside of you
I am the void
that hunts you
I am the howl
that calls you out
I am void
I am void
You rest your weary head
on to the underworld
and let the silent whispers
guide your waking dreams
In time with the pulse
of what is long since gone
the beat of the fallen
is cold already in your blood
The machinery of chaos
comes alive in you
chained to the grinding wheel
of forces unseen
I am the call
I speak inside of you
I am the void
that hunts you
I am the howl
that calls you out
I am void
I am void
I am void
You have always been between
another set of walls
outside of which the world
is watching down on you
Inside the silence speaks
Kept close to the endless alibi
never reaching out
never give in
I am the call
I speak inside of you
I am the void
that hunts you
I am the howl
that calls you out
I am void
I am void
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It starts below,
The bile and the burning,
Darkness in the recipe,
A fire of the soul.
To paralyze and stranglehold,
Disable the design,
The remnants of reality,
In our measured time,
Is torn apart.
We carry the fear inside,
A space that holds the darkness,
We stretch our skin around,
to cover the abyss.
The smirk on our reality,
At the future we foresee,
Blood that seeks redemption,
In endless nights of sin,
Stays with the spears,
That pierce the blinding Sun.
We heard from the heralds of grief,
That nothing remains.
We carry our fear inside,
A space that holds the darkness,
We stretch our skin around,
To cover the abyss.
Breaks into day,
Upsets the system,
It's in our nature to bear,
The hidden to the end.
What if this feeling contains a truth,
What if our dreams give away to the dogma of old,
What lost desires can be found?
No shelter,
No barries between,
What's already inside,
Betrays what the surface holds.
We wear our lives,
On wires and dust,
Like demons of the lost,
Still wrapped in our own confusion,
The call of the abyss.
We carry our fear inside,
A space that holds the darkness,
We stretch our skin around,
To cover the abyss.
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Let the horizon lead
On through the ether of the night
Draped across the burning heavens
Flying homeward like a bird of the soul
Shattered into a million brighter suns
each flare unique and rare
Scattered across forever
Out from creations core
An end beyond compare
Iridium
Now is the time to leave
We lie awake, we stand afire
At the edge of the world
Above, a myriad of light
Below,the mantle of the stars
And strangely they fall
Shattered into a million brighter stars
each flare unique and rare
Scattered across forever
Out from creations core
An end beyond compare
Iridium
Shattered into a million brighter suns
each flare unique and rare
Scattered across forever
Out from creations core
An end beyond compare
Iridium
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We throw ourselves,
Like rocks against the heavens
To call to us - attention,
And set our sites for higher ground
Weaved within the nervous system,
Of the blood to devote
We keep the dormant fragments,
Of self destructive code
Into the emptiness
Where fires cannot feed
No way to hold
A burden of another name
We gnaw at each other
From across the opening grave
And go to memories
To visit our own lives
You carry my life
Inside you,
My only witness
We hide in the bodies of greater beings
Together as one,
Through endless trials
Into the emptiness,
Where fires cannot feed
No way to hold
The burden of life, alive
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