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The Last Relic of Axen
05:45
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"The cosmos is a mindless vortex;
A seething ocean of bind forces
In which the greatest joy
Is unconsciousness
And the greatest pain
Realization"
Still, darkness torments me
As I'm engulfed by light,
No thing beneath me
But the all-consuming sea
Death smells familiar
And its fumes ignite my eyes
Still, I see nothing
As I fall to my demise
"For what does it matter
Whether we suffer or not?
Our feelings are
The most trivial of incidents
In the unending cycle
Of existence"
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Iced, In Extremis
07:36
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In this tomb
Wrought by
Ice, solidified my eyes
Stare blankly at night sky
Cold, and soulless
As I die
Helpless,
Unable to look away
Iced, in extremis
A frozen god,
Damned, alone
'Til time is gone
Time will end
In this tomb
WROUGHT BY
Ice, solidified
MY EYES
Stare blankly at night sky
Cold, and soulless
As I die
Watching, waiting slowly dying
Never to decay
A shell preserved soulless
For all time
Iced , In Extremis
A frozen god,
Herald of death lives on.
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Wormwood
08:16
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All the trivial pleasures of Erthe
Are but bile and bitter venom.
When all has darkened,
Hatred's light shall guide me
The torrid winds of my home
No longer warm my flesh
I turn my gaze to the sea,
To my forgotten enemy
The weight of prophecy
No longer burdens me
I save my strength
To be reborn
Behind me is that world of ash
The cold air shortens my breath
Winter's Spirits grow stronger
As I draw near
I hope my death
Absolves me
Of my wrongs
I hope it's cold
I hope it hurts
And as my life is ripped away
I hope I try
To hold on
I go alone
Into Erthe's frozen womb
The weight,
The weight of the cold
Is too much to bear
I hope it's cold
I hope it hurts
As Wormwood fell
Into the sea
I became
Nobody
Though tales are told
Of the cold
No one knows
How it feels
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Incultus
08:22
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Cursed be thy name
The outcast one,
Companionless.
Who by his will betrayed
His beautiful creation
It is unspoken
And he is resolute
He is broken
He will not say
If he's the enemy
He is no one
His mind will rot
And crows will tear his flesh
Live long, feel naught
When given life
He found a way to die
He is no one
Nothing will ever assuage
So here's your land
This barren Erthe
Both thorn and thistle
Shall it grow for you
And though you'll eat of it
It never satisfies
And you shall curse its name:
INCULTUS!
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Xanthochroid Lake Forest, California
Woven throughout the intricate and vast soundscapes of Xanthochroid's music are tales of another world, strange names and foreign lands are characters and places in the world of Etymos. The story of two brothers; Thanos and Sindr (better known as Ereptor) forms the cornerstone upon which Xanthochroid builds their cinematic metal universe. ... more
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