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Lady in the Clocktower
05:55
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This huntress of the old days
Locked away alone
Self-imposed imprisonment
A guardian of the unknown
A history of violence
This huntress grieves her sins
A sentinel of a cursed past
And regrets she hides within
The secrets beckon sweetly
A dead god washed ashore
She was anchored to this nightmare
Her hands were stained with gore
A history of violence
This huntress grieves her sins
A sentinel of a cursed past
And regrets she hides within
This corpse you should have left alone
Now rises from her blooded throne
No one must know or ever see
Her heinous, bloody memory (Or sate their curiosity)
She had murdered in search of eldritch power
Now she sits atop this morbid tower
She fights with blood and with arcane fire
In her vigil she will never tire
With wild curiosity
You stand with baited breath
Her blade shining in moonlight
She'll grant an honest death
A history of violence
This huntress grieves her sins
A sentinel of a cursed past
And regrets she hides within
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Graveyard Earth
05:04
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Free my mind
From terrors dark
Solemn sights
grim and stark
Ghosts that dwell
in periphery
A woman clothed
in drapery
There is no hope for my rebirth
clawing into graveyard earth
One hundred years
Won't soothe this guilt
This ossuary
I have built
No escape
from cardinal sins
A pain without
A pain within
clawing into graveyard earth
"Join her" They screamed
"In the graveyard of eternal dreams"
Through the
gate
formed from a
noose
Black and
cold
Alone here on
Graveyard Earth
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3. |
Heaven So Far Away
01:37
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4. |
Dregs of Desolation
08:01
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The Sky
Grows Dim
With a sorrowful
Dark hymn
No
Leave me here
I am done
I curse the sun
I have walked
For too long
Dragged my feet
Where I don’t belong
And I shall rest
In this corner
In the darkness
Forever
Heaven
So far away
From my eyes
From the day
This arid dust
In which I lay
Is desolate
And so beautiful
The soil
Stains my face
Stings my eyes
Darkens the day
I can not walk
I can not crawl
Death shall come
Come for us all
Soon I shall
I shall be free
So lonely, wretched, and weak
O’ Christ, come for me
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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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