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Solstice
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2. |
Orbit Weaver
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The Crescent King
06:20
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As the dust sinks to the soil to bury the bones
Those left behind crack their eyes upon this shattered stone
Beholding ashen oceans of holocaust
The meagre minds of men cannot comprehend
Loss in such capacity
The foul truth guts their hearts
Collapsing in the pallid sands of life deceased
Blessed to survive, cursed to be alive
In perpetual perdition till they cease to breathe
Tarnished and torn, they move on
To find another world where they belong
This wilted kin will grow again
Under the guiding light of their Crescent King
So they writhe in their woes, seething in their blight
From the deepest, darkest pits of their wretched souls
A feeble flame endures as they witness pure
Light of golden grace cleaving the sombre skies
A shooting star aligning their common fate
Found in the heart of the crater's fiery depths
Their messiah returned to flesh
Crowned as their saviour
He who defied his fate
Now destined for greater
Their smouldering faith
Now rekindled within
Hail the Crescent King
Stride into the darkness in perpetuity
Dive into the parlous seas of vacuity
Thus, their journey begins
In pilgrimage to their forthcoming promised land
A new dawn at hand
Forsaking their sins and the stories of old
A new tale shall be told as the universe unfolds
Tarnished and torn, they move on
To find another world where they belong
This wilted kin will grow again
Under the guiding light of their Crescent King
This wilted kin will grow again
Under the guiding light of their Crescent King
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Maelstrom
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Usurpers
05:22
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Upon this end of eventide a fateful plot ensued
The morbid usurpation of the throne
Silently they slither to commit the grievous sin
In regicidal ritual, they raise their blades as the bloodshed begins
Spewed out by the swirling abyss
They peered through the windowpanes with bittersweet bliss
Unto a realm unknown
Still the King's path to paradise was filled with loss
Faith yet remained, but who was to bear the cross?
A seed of doubt sown in the least devout
Bathed in black, they converge as darkness falls
In a clandestine congregation
Foul usurpers, all
Upon this end of eventide a fateful plot ensued
The morbid usurpation of the throne
Silently they slither to commit the grievous sin
In regicidal ritual, they raise their blades as the bloodshed begins
It festered midst the colony
A pustule of apostasy
In search of hearth and haven
They scoured this system of solar twins
And the foreign worlds within
Each one bewitching to witness
Yet these lands were not as foretold
A terrifying truth dawned on their souls
Through pyroclastic torrents and lakes of rot
Desolate monolith forests with leviathans ruling the storms above
Planets aplenty in this cursed realm
All unfit for man to dwell
Bathed in black, they converge as darkness falls
In a clandestine congregation
Foul usurpers, all
They trusted in his guiding light
With naught but death to show
Upon this fatal fall of night
His last breath, they shall bestow
Upon this end of eventide a fateful plot ensued
The morbid usurpation of the throne
Silently they slither to commit the grievous sin
In regicidal ritual, they raise their blades to kill the king
Fiercely the daggers descend like guillotines
Drowning the sheets in sanguine streams
Petrified as the chamber abruptly comes alight
They gaze into the martyr's impostrous bloodshot eyes
Forced to their knees
Sentenced to die by the king's decree
Left to suffocate in the cruel vacuum of space
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6. |
Scourge of the Stars
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7. |
Harvest
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8. |
Solace
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9. |
Throne of Cosm
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10. |
Endless Majesty
06:22
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Growth for growth's sake is a cancerous doctrine
Everything touched by man grows so very stale
On his own sits the vainglorious sovereign
Yearning for a fitting end to his tale
To solely serve oneself
Is to rule over none
You had it all
In the palm of your hand
Yet by holding on too tightly
You ended up smothering your land
Bored of your people
You toyed with their lives
Slowly plucking their wings
Like worthless flies
Did you think yourself a god?
Your kind has called me by many a name
Choose your delusion, it's all the same
I am one and all
I gave you life eternal and made you king
To see how far you could fly on borrowed wings
Now you beg for mercy
For your misery to cease
But this is your kingdom come
Forever, where you shall be
Chewed more than you could eat
Your only god is greed
A lord of lifeless lands is no lord at all
Long may he reign in atrophy
Rotting in his endless majesty
Were you the one truly pulling the strings?
Or were you merely a pawn?
Everyone is a slave to something
For the curse of life, is the curse of want
Bled to the bone
In planetary ecocide
Countless worlds collapsed
Feeding the monster, you designed
Thus left with nothing else
Your leech had to feast upon itself
You sentenced your kin to death
When you became their saviour
Now all you have left
Is a microcosm of human failure
From wilderness to wasteland
None are quite like those made by your hand
And for that you shall repent
In the never-ending nightmare of an endless end
On his own sits the vainglorious sovereign
Yearning for a fitting end to his tale
Long may he reign in atrophy
Rotting in his endless majesty
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LIVLØS Aarhus, Denmark
LIVLØS (translates to ‘lifeless’) performs death metal, merging grandiose Scandinavian melodies and melancholy with intense American-rooted death metal.
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