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The Symbology of Ruin
05:57
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ancient tome wielding the death of everything held sacred unto us bleeding leaving drifting beneath of the remnants of ruin are all that remains from time all fades as do we of scars and of pain acquiescing into dust what manner of shadow crawls within these walls eyeless parasite waiting to strike out into the darkness stalking into antiquity this entity without form a cycle that will soon end sanctify this my unclean skin for horror lies deep within testaments in blood and spit of screams that linger still the bleakest cycle of this descent down into pain within the crypts of anguish lies this endless suffering
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Of Bones and Ash
16:22
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of stones soil bones ash becoming succumbing dissolving into fingers grasping in the white noise of the earth ghosts of exploded stars that linger within night fallen leaves decay into the memory of spring reflections of blackness in this dead light these motions are hopeless no end in sight trapped under this grave weight nothing gives solace buried beneath all of this dampened earth suffocate inside natures tomb we give in to the worms relinquish stones soil bones ash endings in the dirt
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Beneath the Embers
13:18
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spewing blackened bile vitriol and hate i succumb to emptiness lying in wait trajectory of this malice in severed wings upon the ground this bodily display of suffering raw nerves granite spires bleak view all around tenuous grip blackened towers waiting for the ground red memories deep fissures drowning in this place pain is a mask burn the effigies no solace in gods embrace the fire i wear your mark raw nerves granite spires bleak view all around tenuous grip blackened towers waiting for the ground red memories deep fissures drowning in this place vacant watchers darkened forests soulless at your wake burn the effigies no solace in gods embrace the fire i wear your mark
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Only Death is Forever
05:29
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biding time in this consuming darkness the only things i see are lurking glimpses of a pale horse stalking this cancer this plague it’s eating from inside disengage this mortal coil in the coma of a dream waiting the wolves are circling grains tumbling through this blackened spiral death becomes unto the sickle is shining waiting just behind
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