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Before the Storm
02:37
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As you drift into the far horizons twilight embrace
While these sorrowful waters rise with the coming flood
What you are carrying must never befall our enemies, hide or all is lost
The Huntress waits on the far side of this ocean come between us
Our time will come
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Towering Graves (Osmos)
05:11
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Buried alive
By unworldly possessions
Inside these towering graves
Begging the dirt won’t blind us
This is where dreams come to die
Among promise and lies
Enslaved in abundance
Now left redundant
The cracks in the walls the empty eyes
Reflecting my withering soul
Whispering city across the lines
Trespassing worlds and time
Buried alive
By unearthly possessions
Inside these towering graves
howling spirits surround us
carriage collecting the dead
roaming inside of my head
Ensnared by the idols
false smiles of the icons
The cracks in the walls the empty eyes
Reflecting my withering soul
Inside these towering graves
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The Prophet (Methusalem)
07:28
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I stand upon this island, a castaway of sand
From withered bones an ocean, a howling storm
Reading from the omens, I fled the scorn
(The) work done by my hands, no one understands
Burning tales of end times, world lost of form
Prophecy of shadow upon these lands
An unkindness of ravens, where we stand
In fragments of time I hear your name
As a whispered silent song
In the aftermath when the towers fell
In the ashes a broken picture frame
a fire that burned so long
In the aftermath when the towers fell
I wonder who I am
Madman or prophet?
I saw the seven horsemen, riders from the dark
I told of words of demons, voids of scarlet stone
Now is naught but silence, our sins atoned
I hollered from the mountains, in crowded streets
I carried heeds and warnings, of flood and flame
Lost in the wind, nothing left but my name
An unkindness of ravens, where we stand
Are we cursed to be ever blind?
Shall we seek but never find?
Will we make the heavens burn
To live and never learn?
I wonder who I am
Madman or prophet?
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Tell me a story that makes me feel like home
All I hear are whispers coming from the stone
Talking to me, talking to me
Write me a letter sent to a distant shore
all my pages have been burnt and torn, but they are
Talking to me, talking to me
There’s a breeze from the tunnel above
a bell is calling and the darkness is coming to an end
Through the clamor and bustling of chains
From the fiery caverns below
The only thing that remains,
is a Song of a distant Earth
Bring me a candle, into the halls of earth
a faint light, between these walls of dirt
shining my path
There’s a breeze from the tunnel above
a bell is calling and the darkness is coming to an end
Through the clamor and bustling of chains
From the fiery caverns below
The only thing that remains,
is a Song of a distant Earth
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Burn the barricade, uprising of the hive
no holding back the incoming tide
storm the palisade for the reckoning days
gathering storm for masters and slaves
Casting off the irons, the mask upon our eyes
planetary prison, end times of our lives
Breaking the chains, a fire to flame
the suffering years of struggle and pain
Cinder and smoke, a dawn of no light
Watching the flames so bright
remaining ashes of white
cinder and smoke, a dawn of no light
Wrath of the Huntress, by our side
shadow and starlight collide
Underworld armies, a swarm from below
The wretched will rise, we come for the glow
Casting off the irons, the mask upon our eyes
planetary prison, end times of our lives
We live in the dark, the children in black
As we run for the light, There’s no turning back
Cinder and smoke, a dawn of no light
Watching the flames so bright
remaining ashes of white
cinder and smoke, a dawn of no light
Wrath of the Huntress, by our side
shadow and starlight collide
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The Dreaming Sky (Anur)
05:21
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Under a dreaming sky, a maze an endless spiral
Crooked streets where no one walks
the whispering silence lingers below the faded stars
under a dreaming sky
The messenger arrives, On the last boat before daylight
Secret names and knives, webs in the dark drawn tight
We know where we must run
Will the henchmen find us, our ciphers be lost
come agents of the Eye with cleansing fire,
Should the henchmen find us
Writings that tell of an incoming tide
blasphemous signs on the walls
Poisonous words of an empire crumbling
Those of the oath, in the shadows we hide
heeding the unspoken calls, to send these towers tumbling
Under a dreaming sky, gathering of spiders
Twisted words entangled sparks
The darkest of fires, like a moth to a flame
under a dreaming sky
The messenger arrives, on the last boat before daylight
Secret names and knives, webs in the dark drawn tight
We know where we must run
Will the henchmen find us, our ciphers be lost
come agents of the Eye with cleansing fire,
Should the henchmen find us
Burning streets of the Anur
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Reflected skyline, shattered by the rain
a world so close yet so far away beneath a veil of light
Lost in time, the memories
The fog remains, the portal’s lost
I hear them calling from the barren lands
Whispers silent, telling me to choose the flame or despair
How to see? How can I see?
How to see?
I fall apart, I fell so hard from grace
into the darkest space, below these streets
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I embrace your storm through the caverns of your soul
a deep and buried universe
A long road have I wandered, the burden of the ages in my bones
I am coming home
I embrace your storm shed your darkened disguise,
Your faceless gaze
Bear this silent life, cast upon me as I stand before your halls
To walk alone
This circle of light, search of lost traces
beyond is only night, secret dark places
Have I gone too far, lost the path behind me?
Have I gone too far?
Cords and glass, in a thousand rooms
the electric mass, a living tomb
Sentient machines, a bleeding mountain heart
Madness of my dreams, worlds torn apart
beyond these howling winds, these rusted plains
from the formless voids, invisible chains
Sentient machines, a bleeding mountain heart
Madness of my dreams
Is there no return, am I too late?
to make it back, through the shards of a black gate?
I embrace your storm through the caverns of your soul
a deep and buried universe
A long road have I wandered, the burden of the ages in my bones
I am coming home
to this desolate place
Illuminated weaver
Dreams in restless sleep
Cryonic ancient seal
Sentient machines
Mountain of Bahb-Elon, Lord of scars
Madness of my dreams, the darkest star
beyond these howling storms, these rusted plains
from the formless voids, invisible chains
Mountain of Bahb-Elon, Lord of scars
Madness of my dreams
Is there no return, am I too late?
to make it back, through the shards of a black gate?
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Cities of Mars Gothenburg, Sweden
Fuzzed-out sci-fi conceptual doom trio from Sweden.
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