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Convoy reduced to utter decay
Eyes encrusted
Blind men search for a thoroughfare
Finding ourselves
Between sand and void
We speak in tongues
Solidified in the illusions of motion
Peripheral stigmatism
Unscathed, unaware
Stitched into the fabric of existence
Who then is wiser?
The leaden veteran who's foresight failed
Or the pallid youth who knows now
These wounds are not the type to heal
Fucked pilgrimage
Cursed lineage
Bodies beg the ancient sands
Accept surrender, become one
Kneel where the Rot Preacher stands
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Acid Sweat
04:11
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In the words of the ditch digger:
The winds push the sand
The sand fills the holes
Crippled
Skin worn away
Bloodied
Digging his grave
His father
His father’s father
He buried his family
He murders his brother
He eyes the company
We hold out the seeds
Despite his thirst
He spits at our feet
He stares as we depart
A shell of a man
His last words never heard
As his lungs fill with sand
Ditch digger
Getting stiff
Drawing flies
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In a sea of baron
Quantum fluctuation
Through dark forces
Polarize the divine balance
Like skeletons of trees
Void of consciousness
They are not of his blood
Nor his kin
The rift wanderer walks
Between the cracks of past civilizations
A foreigner within the realm of man
He is unfragile
Poisoned by the milk
From the creature’s breast
Nature’s burden becomes his
Becomes him
He does not seek reparations
But refuge in a grave
A cosmic tomb
Fit for the dead
They speak
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Burnt Offerings
07:24
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The smoke rises from the funeral pyre
He watches as his remains contort at the will of the winds
Much as his body did in life
They pushed and pulled at his skin
The ancients called to deaf ears
A primordial instinct disowned
He walked among the ones who walk
And fell amongst those who die
He who built the shape
And denied his form be shaped by them
He who fought his ways
The smoke consumes him
Come, enter the salt circle
Discern this use for the dead
A shorter path is revealed
By he who eats his time
The symbol grants his passage
He is embraced within
Spirit coalesced
He, the great waste
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I: Tribe of Shuggnyth
02:09
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A line drawn in the sand
Where on one side death reigns
On the other
Life sprouts abruptly from the earth
Branches entangle limbs
Sinking to our knees
The old ones ponder our intention
Now at the mercy of the trees
Gaia's stronghold
Her last gasping breath
No great man in our presence
Lesser men have reduced her to this
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II: Spirit River
02:53
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The bonds fall away
Passage is granted
Along the spirit river
Along the holy river
Proceed
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III: Passage of Tears
03:03
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Beset by tree and fog
Our sisters disappear
Silent into thin air
The mother tastes death
Hood sneers
His vile limbs find purchase
She recoils
A mass grave
Generations wide
Our children lay
Faceless
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संसार
06:55
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The man from another place lays atop his funeral pyre
The deathrone of a king
But not of here
Not of this place
Not of here
Not of this world
Fated Tribe of Shuggnyth
Bearers of the void
Who bore witness to the pillars of creation
To kneel here in the halls of extinction
Behold the tool of your undoing
To light the fire
To shift the poles
To stop the rot
To end the world
The man has seen things
We know
The man has pondered existence
But we know
The man is a conductor
We know it well
The man lives in a dream
We know it all too well
And we never sleep
The solution
Darkness
Only darkness
The void has spoken
To spark life
In the heat death
A seed is planted
No rebirth is without pain
Take us
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