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Ghoul Gate
ia ia
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Decayed Spire
02:44
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Summoned to fulfill your role
In the village by the sea
The crashing waves
beyond the hills
bring back unlived memories
Come forth, come forth
O Congregants
Come forth, The ritual’s begun
Come forth, come forth
You’ll never leave the shadows
Where you came from
Aldebran crowns the decayed spire
While daylight slowly retreats
Gravestones peak through falling snow
As we move through the cobbled streets
Come forth, come forth
O Congregants
Come forth, The ritual’s begun
Come forth, come forth
You’ll never quite leave the shadows
Where you came from
Silent hymns to the nighted shore
Torchlight where the shadows grow long
Beneath this church that is a church no more
The ancient rites live on
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Crawl To You
02:50
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Underneath the falling sky
I crawl to you
Until the ancient stars collide
I crawl to you
As if the day would never come
We blindly danced
Unaware our moment
Was slipping past
May the oceans rise above
This blackened sand
But I’d endure the hateful sun
To drown in you again
Until your shadow consumes me
I reach out only for you
No matter the eyes of witness
Oh Depthless One
I’ll crawl to you
I’ll crawl to you
I crawl to you
Until the waters flood the earth
Once again
I’ll wait for you beneath the waves
Come the end
As the currents cease to flow
And ebb away
Return with me to realms below
Where glory awaits
Underneath the falling sky
I crawl to you
Until the ancient stars collide
I crawl to you
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I stumbled into the churchyard under my first moonlit sky
Leaving all that I’d ever known
From outside, damned to haunt the earth
Rejected by the light
The reflection doesn’t lie
Revelers flee my face, and this inhuman shape
Out from catacombs below
From my brightest moment
To my very blackest convulsion of despair
Now I ride
With the mocking and friendly ghouls of night
The reflection doesn’t lie
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You have not seen what I have seen
Salvation from the deep
Up from fathoms below
He calls to us in our sleep
His kingdom waits beneath
Amongst his chosen dreamers
We chant his name
Deniers and believers
(We) all die the same
Let the rites be shown
When he’s enthroned
Mankind will be swept aside
Only the swamp cult knows
His power grows with every sacrifice
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Our Necropolis
03:47
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May your lantern find the path by the highway side
That leads to the creaking wrought iron gate strangled with vines
Under the moonlit glow
Weave your way through the stones
Come to the graveyard down by the swamp
Descend the steps to us
Welcome to a place where the night never ends
To our necropolis
To our necropolis
If you could only see what we See beneath your world
We await your company As the wings of death unfurl
Pry the slab aside
You’ll know when you’ve arrived
Turn your back on the sun
Don’t close the crypt on us
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approaching the edges of the limited confines of the the human's ability to cognize the nature of existence
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Encircle Me
01:54
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Encircle me
Vector of madness
In your miasma of doubt
Encircle me
Unbridled chaos
Cleanse this abhorrent plain
Encircle me
Agents of indifference
Swallow us whole and swarming
Encircle me
Gulfs of outer darkness
Infinitesimalize me
Encircle me
In tendrils of despair
And drag me beneath the waves
Convince me
Prophets of hope
Of anything
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Psychopompos
00:40
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Lyrics from the poem Psychopompos by HP Lovecraft.
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Something So Wrong
02:31
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Like plague he descends
To shatter myth, to bring about the end
He inverts the modern rites
He watches truths ignite
And smiles in the fire light
I’ve been turned from your light for so long
I’ve become something so wrong
And I no longer belong
He comes to desecrate all that came before
He’s here to incinerate all that came before
He lives to annihilate all that came before
I’ve been burned by their light for so long
We’ve become something so wrong
But soon it will all be gone
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Sundwellers On My Tomb
03:02
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They speak of cloven hoof prints
Found in the dirt
In hushed conversation
That and much worse
Ask the boy what he saw
Chased through moonlit fields
And what they found in the house
Ask about the bones
In the hubris of daylight
These cemetery trees
Feed on the ancient dead
Sundwellers on my tomb
Speak of things best left unsaid
The wind whispers through the window overhead
If memories of faces
Trapped in the glass
Survive through the centuries
What of the unseen?
In the swirl of a thousand shapes
I writhe
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12. |
...That Ought To Crawl
00:31
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the words of the octarine liber with intention to invoke/evoke it which sleeps adrift atonal clash of accursed flutes
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