1. |
Seance
01:30
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2. |
Rebis
06:55
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There is a somber woman
Calling, begging to be free
Smothered in a profound dark
Her oppression a travesty
I do not know her. We’ve never met
Yet I have known her for all my years
A subtle presence, an influence
On all my pleasures and my fears
I am searching for the truth
The double matter I must become
The union of the sun and moon
This flesh I must overcome
My magnum opus; my great work
This drowning woman, I can’t confine
Putrefaction. Purification
I must ascend, become divine
It is a chaos to understand
This agony inside my head
Do I reject her, or let her lead?
What do I fear, is it my own need?
I reach out to take her hand
A chaos I hope to understand
The realizing of my soul
I wish to finally be made whole
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3. |
Night of the Hunt
04:14
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Moonlight predator
Skulking in these woods
Curse-born within former man
A ravenous wolf where he once stood
On this, the night of the hunt
Vicious beasts stalk their prey
We the hunters grab our blades
And cut and tear and slay
Blood moon hanging low
Illuminates razor claw
Fur red and hardened
By Blood dried and raw
(Good hunter, free us from this curse of red eyes peering through the night
howling, screaming, quenching their blood thirst with carnivorous delight
Take back these streets, slicked red with death
and survive another dreadful night to, at the dawn, draw breath)
(x2)
On this, the night of the hunt
Vicious beasts stalk their prey
We the hunters grab our blades
And cut and tear and slay
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4. |
This Dream a Respite
02:00
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5. |
These Sombre Mountains
05:08
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Looming above these jovial valleys
Wretched to my eye
A frightening beauty, cloud-shrouded titans
Cutting through the sky
From up here, within my ken
Lies the vulgar world of men
Far from grief, from tragedy
These somber mountains set me free
Vaporous dancers crash below
concealing the distant Earth
Ephemeral surface, yet grand in scope
obscuring man-kinds worth
And here, alone, I sit and weep
What pleasure do I seek?
A respite from such frigid hearts
Colder than these peaks
From up here, within my ken
Lies the vulgar world of men
Far from grief, from tragedy
These somber mountains set me free
The Earth in tumult on every shore
The truth of mankind's tale
Petty squabbles they call war
Placidity so frail
As these clouds
Yet still I sit atop these somber mountains
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6. |
Obsidian Butterfly
04:01
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7. |
The Shamisen Player
06:30
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The whispers
From the wood
Where lovers
Once stood
Resounding outward
A haunting tune
luring travelers
to their doom
The solemn plucking
Of a shamisen
Waited with sorrow
Beyond the end
So wretched
These tones
She weeps
Alone
She waits eternal
For her lord
Who met his end
By the sword
The solemn plucking
Of a shamisen
Waited with sorrow
Beyond the end
The forest enshrouded with unnatural mist
Darkness profound
Bereavement manifested into spiritual rage
And a lonely sound
This apparition sates her sorrow
With the blood of men
A mononoke trapped in torment
Plays her shamisen
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8. |
Step Pyramid
09:35
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It is Time
I stand under
The brass bull
My god hungers
Take my soul
I am chosen
I am food
And fear flows in
My soul belongs
To the temple
Ground up, slaughtered
My bones tremble
Perpetuate
Mutilation
Feeds the green god
exploitation
I ascend the pyramid
To become a sacrifice
Priests and kings, they sit and watch
Fat and safe from all the death
I behold
The crowd below
Cheering fools
Soon to follow
This grim show
Told by liars
We’re all meat
Lord’s desires
For a purpose
I will be killed
To ensure the
Coffers are filled
Perpetuate
Mutilation
Feeds the green god
exploitation
I ascend the pyramid
To become a sacrifice
Priests and kings, they sit and watch
Fat and safe from all the death
My death will not appease it
This god is never sated
The blood flow is unending
This is its purpose, stated
Our blood will raise more temples
And give the god more power
willingly we stack the stones
We will all be devoured
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9. |
Transitions
04:18
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Immortal Orchestra Weston, Florida
We are the cawing of the crows that sit atop the leafless trees, and the morose beating of the wings of skulking vultures. We are the grandeur of the greatest cathedral and the humility it conveys. We are the storms that comfort you in your darkest hour, blotting out the hideous, mocking sun. We are the laudanum in your hand and the absinthe in your throat. We are the Immortal Orchestra. ... more
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