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Cadenza Of Decay
01:28
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The Inversion
05:55
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I awaken the servants of misery
Inverting the righteous charms
Possessing the virgin woodland
The glow of infinity emerges from the skies
Arisen to capture the lust of humanity
Devouring the promises of heaven
Merciless magicians
A disruption to cosmic cathedrals
Welcomed by unholy storms
Retribution, so true and lethal
No one is spared from erosion
You cannot hide beneath the fog
You cannot run from the nightmare
No imagination can comprehend
The force is too bleak
No gravestone is passed
The raptured angels cry once again
Black crown of the macabre
You cannot run from the nightmare
No imagination can comprehend
The force is too bleak
No gravestone is passed
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I return, to the site of black graves
Whereupon they lay in darkness
Beneath the broken soil
Among the worms and vermin tentacles
My rotting treasures, I surrendered you to sleep
To gander into obscurity,
And there lay my children, we shall reunite in hell
For we have not chosen the nether
it has chosen our souls to perish
The incandescent beams of moonlight
Reveal the festering pit of sand
Tearing me and stripping me of life
I dwell in the sorrowful dreamworlds
The memories of the fallen living
That persist in the howling gales
A guiltless existence is bestowed
My mind reaped by a black cloud
Visions of my past stolen by darkness
A crown bejeweled with obsidian spirits
Never yielding to the howls of dogma
Dragged to the bottom of an endless grave
writhing from torment fighting for my life
My soul has been forsaken to serve this earth for all eternity
There is no hope in death's grasp only certain doom
Straight to the bottom paralyzed by the dark
Shackles of roots and thorns binding my limbs
The stench of death enters my lungs devouring my body and mind
never to return, surrendering to eternal slumber
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Once the bearer of life
I have forgotten the touch of pity, diminished to the void
Scattered through my past, the remains of vanity
A torch of haunted fire now feeds my aura
Here in this labyrinth of nature, I can augment my spirit
To become a bane of presence
The black substance of existence is my unbroken coffin
An eternal orchestra of suffering
Burning like fire
Devouring my soul
The life fades from me
My body left to die
A shattered womb gives birth to my being
I am now the dancing shadows
A beast of the macabre
At night I will come to you
And tempt you to renounce the dawn
Burning like fire
Devouring my soul
The life fades from me
My body left to die
I can wither, far from the night
into suffering, kingdoms of the night
Seven seasons of darkness, watching beyond the trees
All the spirits surround me, aging children awaken thee
My rage burning like fire
Consuming my fading entity
Succumbing to the nether
This place where darkness prevails
Bestowed in the palm of my hand
Ripping the light from your eyes
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Wait for the calls, the midnight spells
Poets of a graven world
The sons of shadow provoke us
Among the winged witches
And marvelous ghostly forms
A portal cuts a frail fabric
We can hear the screams
A triumph of darkness
singing sirens of doom
Insane creations in the depths of illusion
I will go to them,
my lantern in hand
My sight has healed
forever to see anew
What dark secrets to ponder
The darkness will be seen
Nightmarish fantasma
I covet the knowledge of darkness so I might
Live forever, and on into the void
And on into the void
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Soul Scorched Rebirth
06:12
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Now is the season of evil
The innocent wisdom of the cosmos
The pale blue energies transfix me
Why is the light so far now?
It cannot reach my eyes
Morbid comforts consume my thoughts
We have all gathered to witness
Transformations to behold
For all time
Will we survive the horror and dread?
The pursuit
Of fleshly pleasures mocks me
I will plague the living eternal
But will I ever enjoy the sight of seasons?
No warmth to touch, this black domain
Dark desires reap my mind
For all time
Will we survive the horror and dread?
The pursuit
Of fleshly pleasures mocks me
Shackled now to the emptiness
I can see it all as transparent palaces
Where angels glide through lost corridors
Winding into nothingness and eternal shame
For all time
The light so far
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Premonition
07:10
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Vision of past and future
From beyond the waves of the sky
The black haze of demonic tempests
Sealed in the chasm, my earthly ignorance
My eyes are blinded by the sights of sin
But I delight in phantasmic visions
A wind, so cold, from the space between
This world and the abyss beyond
Now it is clear, my destiny
To adopt the way of chaotic nightfall
To see clearly in the misty limbo
A face will appear, not born of halo
Rising from the shadows
The wings of dark incantation
and I can see my misery falling
from the heavens
Black Iron gleaming in the fog
There is no longer judgment
Dreaming of forgotten names
Where pain and pleasure are one
Eyes tearing matter from my useless cadaver
I will welcome my own demise
So there can be another existence
My Wretched form dismissed at the gates
At the gates
Relentless agony
Hidden by the illusion of life
I belong to the nether
A final sacrifice
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Invisible entity, cruelty to invoke
Laying waste to our dimension
Powerless to resist occult atmospheres
An intrigue beyond us all
Floating through the vast space
A tornado of atomization
Constant horror transforms
Perplexing my terrestrial sight
Not to be seen, but to be believed
Will they find what they came for?
It is an unknown journey
We can only offer our icy tears
Never understanding the darkest dominions
From where have they come?
Another world so distant
Whispers and laughter so faint
Only the chosen can decode their poems
There are no devices whereupon I may trust
No truth to be told to humankind
A shallow promise of after-being
Never understanding
An empty shell
you shall become
Mockeries, so terrifying
To comprehend
Only the chosen can decode their poems
There are no devices whereupon I may trust
No truth to be told to humankind
A shallow promise of after-being
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Scytherium Orlando, Florida
Mother Death (2011) was an exercise in nightmarish discovery. As the band's sound began to organically form, the final
result of the recording sessions yielded an atmospheric debut opus with a very raw symphonic voice and bold musical statements.
The Midnight Cadenza (2013) is a step deeper into the void, revealing a more intense and melodic barrage of sound.
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