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Bound Forever
05:45
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"I will sing of well-founded Earth, mother of all, eldest of all beings
She feeds all creatures that are in the world,
all that go upon the goodly land,
and all that are in the paths of the seas,
and all that fly: all these are fed of her store"
And To Earth I'm bound forever and for all that is mundane I hunger
Destroyer, creator
The scourge of the nihilistic enemies of life
Souless, corporeal
I have no spirit - I am the spirit
The cowards promoted
The castration of the strong
In a wave of vilification
Out of enmity for their masters
And all would be justified
If they had transcended their condition
Alas the weak, resentful
Only sought to enslave their oppressors
And this is where we're at today
Man fears its own emancipation
They celebrate the cult of death
Where life's a burden - a plight to overcome
They celebrate the cult of death
Where the Earth is blighted and a prison for the soul
And To Earth I'm bound forever and for all that is mundane I hunger
I see no truth
Without making demands
For the world to become
An ideal reflection of me
The world does not imitate man
In darkness I feed
Where the void has no colors
And I'm not betrayed
By projections I make of the world
Reality does not imitate man
There is not an essence of things
Only one's yearning for beauty and order
There's no knowledge that is true
Only attempts to find purpose in chaos
"Through you, O queen, men are blessed in their children and blessed in their harvests,
and to you it belongs to give means of life to mortal men and to take it away
Happy is the man whom you delight to honor"
It has happened: the time of the last man has come
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Artifact
07:16
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A quest from ruin to ruin
Walking blindly through misery
Reaching for a soothing light
In the wreckage of dismal feelings
Reaching for a soothing light
It's a ruin they're after
A ruin of lies and despondency
Anything but what happens back home
Crawling as force withers
Searching for answers
And the path punishes those who dare
To ask for meaning
Searching, crawling, searching
For mere structure
Searching, roaming, lurching
Defeat is certain
Through the ruins, relentless
They still march, stubborn
Leaving behind all that remains
The reality of the ruin of their lives
Digging up the wreckage,
The remains of tragedy
Only to find their own misery
The reality of their ruined lives
And the barren waste is but a mirror of
The misery of their tragic lives
Searching, crawling, searching
For mere structure
Searching, roaming, lurching
Defeat is certain
Searching, crawling, searching
Searching, roaming, lurching
No relief
Can be found in what was
Never
Meant to calm the restless
Never
Never
One will find solace in
Nether
Made to tempt the frail
Bereft
Never
It's a ruin they're after
A ruin made of lies and lost hopes
Anything but what happens back home
There has to be more
There has to be more
Even that wasn't enough
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Bastard Hive
05:42
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Death awaits you!
So immersed in the idiot’s tale
I was blinded by a veil of hope
But searching life for meaning and truth
Revealed only gloom and emptiness
As the world dissolved and became intangible
I remained stoic, yet forever I’d changed
Now, fully drained of worth and compassion
I’m driven only by my will to destroy
My fate prevails
The void prevails
I am a passive witness of the cosmic drama
I am a hopeless worker of a bastard hive
God is silenced
Only chaos remains
My fate prevails
Yet I revolt
I am the unsung hero of futile endeavours
I am Sisyphus in his descent
I’ve learnt to scorn the lurkers of the beyond
And their search for eternal comfort in the dreamworlds of dead gods
Formless, inhuman, bereft of sense and purpose
The universe, indifferent, provides no consolation
Distorted perspectives draw a nicer picture
Yet the world remains as alien and indifferent
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A Sick Man's Dream
06:47
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You know your targets
Hunt them down, one by one
She has spoken...
I have sworn oaths
In tongues I do not speak to appease the voice
What voice? A voice!
All I know is it speaks to me in my dreams
My life is a picture drawn by a blind man - means without ends
I feel the skulking beast
With Her warm and wet breath
Approaching me
Her words are the sound of colors
But the message is clear
Blood must be drawn
Oh Nameless One
I'm Yours to command
May Your will be done
I live for You
Whoever You are
The storm dims the sunlight
It creates a perfect backdrop
A canvas so clean and pristine
For Her art sublime
The artist
The tools
The muse
And blood as the ink of the gods
The works must commence at once
Red I'll dye the night
I've become the terror of legends
Self-proclaimed Antichrist
Lucifer
Baal
Satanas
Are the names I'm being called
Before the noose breaks my neck
And I thought the Beast had forsaken me
But she spoke again
Though your life is over you still emerge victorious
And with these words I die in peace
Dead, hanging limp as the crowds applaud
I won
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Despot Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Originally from Belo Horizonte, MG, Despot is a Black Metal duo formed by multi-instrumentalists Marcelo Murrer on guitars, bass, keyboards, lead and backing vocals, and Diogo C. on drums, keyboards and backing vocals.
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