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Subterranean Rivers
06:33
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all five rivers
are hidden deep beneath
traversing the underground
into a sunless sea
in the twilight of the fathomless depths
streams fall into gaping chasms
endlessly shaping structural patterns
remnants of primeval aeons
the only thing casting shadows
are fluorescent beings
prey of the troglobites
evolved in isolation
if you drink from its water
everything you are and
ever will be is forgotten,
meandering through
hollows and narrows
eventually floating down
into the allembracing voidance,
the relicts of time, pressure and erosion
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2. |
Disassociation
09:16
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a dense, unpleasant warmth
the humid air hangs heavily
in this godforsaken nekropolis
and forlorn buildings rise
against the cavernous skies
like sharp fangs inside a critters mouth
so many doors
leading into this cage
the districts are glowing
in a faint revolting red
its contours shimmering before the eye
the city's built on several layers
of dust and bones and brickwork
it was meant to last eternally
so many doors
leading into this cage
I roam the crowded places of this city
constantly in search of honest people
hollow eyes behind insincere faces
the inner world's eclipsing the outside
and with the approaching fall of night
I loose myself in narrow alleyways
unknown constellations shining above
- cave-painted stars and stalagtites
I feel like I'm to blame
can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me
and when I turn around
to find the stalker, it is always me
in hiding places
always on the run
I feel like I'm to blame
can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me
and when I turn around
to find the hunter, it is always me
the sharp smell of embalming fluids stings inside my nose
the countless times I've been awakening inside these halls
doors leading to nowhere - inviting me to disappear
I'm neither hungry nor thirsty, only estranged and in fear
the city is a maze and I try to avoid its gaze
days are becoming indistinct in this staggering daze
I watch me from a distance
hide myself from my sight
a mirrored specter
that is always on the run
I reach the city walls
as death embraces me
and every time
the journey ends where it begun
so many doors
leading into this cage
but not a single one
leading outside
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3. |
Cotard Delusion
06:33
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as I always presumed in reality hell is a cold place
a forlorn precipice, ever shifting, a burial ground
the tunnels spreading endlessly
and I see all these ghostly apparitions
of past companions
distorted
unreal
mask-like
condemned
disintegrating
the only guidance I have is the bearer of the sigil
a kindred spirit - I would have been lost a long time ago without him
he shares the weight of my descension
a weight that's resting heavy on my shoulders
as long as he is wandering beside me
we will never fade completely
and there is still hope that we can leave this place
this god forsaken underworld
and find a place for us beneath the planes
leave me in this darkness
this is where I belong
where I'll rest my bones
where I'll decay
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4. |
Prometheus' Agony
09:04
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they're begging for redemption
from their fears and their sinning
in my becoming I've seen
the end in the beginning
(I) feel the power
running through me
growing inside
defining me
(I) sense the knowledge
of ethereal planes
a weight that is
bracing me
it feels like I'm slipping far away
from all that made me
it feels like I'm losing my domain
the loss of synergy
it feels like I'm slipping
kneel before me
worship me
sacrifice yourselves
to strengthen me
a storm is on the rise
the earth starts to shake
the crystal towers
will fall in the end
the suffering
brought upon you
the time of the cleansing
while I see
and I see all
this wretched world, these pitiful lives
I realize no one deserves salvation
mankind is in demise
out of the dissolving shell the spirit breaks free
transcends the barrier to the material realm
the annihilation of the source of time
withers everything that was and that will be
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[instrumental]
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6. |
The Time of Contempt
07:16
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silence is falling
through infinite spiracles
solace comes only from spiritual tension
in narrowing depths
no one expects a miracle
the deceitful heart's longing for redemption
staggered and torn by the sincere desire
to undo the stains of an ancient ghost
the gathering screams of a hollowborn choir
a cerebral tumour draining its host
the dim light is casting shades in the tunnels
strange apparitions cloud the mind
a planar transition, unnoticed and subtle
to face the delusions that were left behind
water is pouring
from cracks in the ceiling
distant sounds echoe in the cavernous dark
the whispers they carry
are strangely appealing
all the promises broken left their mark
born from a wish by the sincere desire
to undo the stains of an ancient ghost
the gathering screams of a hollowborn choir
a cerebral tumour draining its host
the dim light is casting shades in the tunnels
strange apparitions cloud the mind
a planar transition, unnoticed and subtle
to face the delusions that were left behind
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7. |
Infinite Staircase
11:01
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awaking in freezing cold
on a grey cellar ground
contorted memories
vague as a mirage
seized with panic
and gasping for breath
I break through the door
heading into the dark
a feeling of nausea
the lines begin to blur
my mind drowning
in impervious gloom
the scenery has changed
as I regain my sight
a staircase spirals downward
shrouded in faint light
the passage behind me
vanished in the walls
and from the lower floors
resound eerie calls
despite the menace
these noises draw me downstairs
further into the depths
of this otherworldly place
fissures run along the stone
pulsing like foul veins
spiraling from the deep
stretching in every direction
a sense of unease grows inside me
and every floor I pass
in this wretched panopticon
brings me closer to the verge of despair
no exit to be found
no way out of this delusion
and as I venture down
this mortal coil consumes me
spectral bodies accompany the way
molten lights pierce through my phantom eyes
whispering to me with voices of decay
shattered fragments, memories in disguise
empty shells once known are now fading away
and in this time of need
the visions become clear
this mirror world loses its dread
caged in this reverie,
but now I reawake
from this neverending daze
relieved from this burden
yet I have to travel on
until this journey ends
I continue my way down
the infinite staircase
until I vanish completely
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8. |
A Sea of Flames
06:21
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stones are falling from the skies
upon a burning world
sulphuric fumes arise
from the surface
swept away by the winds
a meandering fog
and in solidified basins are
traces of coming life
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Cosmic Void Dresden, Germany
Losing ourselves in the progress.
Becoming one with the void.
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