Voidwalker
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05:16
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Collider
05:47
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With our sore eyes
Thought becomes our guilt
With plagues in our souls.
Reaper and savior,
Prayer and sinner,
Usurper and deceiver.
Through the red mists of abolition
Through endless waters, burning cold
Deafen the ears, release all your own fears.
Our hands feel darkness, here the light never shines
The blame we solemnize burns all lights into the gloom
As we preach, we cult the abomination,
From under the flooded corpses of a corrupted entity
Deafen the ears, release all your own fears.
Our hands feel darkness, here the light never shines.
The blame we solemnize burns all lights into the gloom.
With our sore eyes
Thought becomes our guilt
With plagues in our souls.
Deafen the ears, release all your own fears.
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Endbearer
04:25
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Release the shadows we casted,
We invoked through the darkness.
Refusing genesis before mankind.
Scorn, starvation.
A glimmering void, a strive to breathe free,
We’re possessed from puppet’s strings.
We deceived, we grieved, we shameless vermin.
Slough our masks from the smoke in our breaths.
A thousand broken knees, a tyrant born, a nightmare released.
An endless breed forever will fall.
Scorned by the life itself,
From malevolence pierced,
Glare. Condemnation.
Witness of the fall,
All vows extinguish
from the chasm within
to relinquish the earth ablaze.
A monument to the end, the worldfire has come.
Burn all lights until the barren ground.
Belies our fate and flesh like everything has never started.
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Voidwalker
05:16
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Swarms from under
Pollute, desecrate, violate.
Rise and become curse.
With the curtain onto the eyes,
Beneath the wounds unhealed nails kisses with steel,
Through deepest ties flows what we can’t forgive.
In front of the pyre of grief, praise yourself to let you go.
Bring the embers of regret, praise yourself to let you go.
Swarms crawling beneath.
Scourge, torment, descent.
The heart become curse along the path.
Crossing burning stakes.
A gruesome light, a forthcoming void,
In the midst of nothing no mind can spoil.
A vanished path, a soundless rite,
The pyre stands tall to cleanse and solace.
Praise yourself to let you go.
Cleanse and solace.
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