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Clenching at the infinite,
drawing back the undertow.
Solace unidentified,
impetuous my suicide.
Horrors from beyond light,
take me beyond the void.
Blackness without limits,
annihilate this broken soul.
I threw my voice into,
the chasm that you left.
To see if I could find,
echoes of your death.
I have the deadly storm,
unbounded but finite.
The ebb and flow of cosmos,
churning ever more.
For the greatest lies of all,
are ingrained in the world itself.
You and I fear the wrath of change,
for change is the blood of creation.
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And Sorrow Begat Fury
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Inside that chamber once luminous,
the caverns of hope are frozen.
I've many objections to recurrence,
but first and foremost is you.
The gateway to Paradise closes for me,
no light shall hearken to my soul.
My time runs out,
my story remains unsung.
When sorrow begat fury,
the forests filled with blood.
Vengeance erupts from misery,
a blade concealed by flesh.
My death will not be for nothing,
I'll bring my enemies to my grave.
The gateway to Paradise closes for me,
no light shall hearken to my soul.
My time runs out,
my story remains unsung.
When sorrow begat fury,
the forests filled with blood.
Born to cherish agony,
drenched in depression.
The void's promise of solace,
what else remains but war?
Follow not the path of heart,
remain averse to solitude.
Spare yourself from falling apart,
to know thyself is to know thy doom.
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Consumed in the lunar light,
your dying flame I can't ignore.
I no longer hear our song,
only death beating at my door.
Is it not enough,
that we face the weight of time?
Carrying our sorrows down,
through generations.
For the anxiety in my soul,
could not hide itself from you.
I only wish I could,
tear the stars down.
Is it not enough,
that we face the weight of time?
Carrying our sorrows down,
through generations.
Entrapped in the mires of hate,
abandoning the path of hope.
I lay claim to the blackest fate,
one held by branch and rope.
Whether we are doomed to return,
or condemned to darkness.
Know this and know it well,
we will all hear Death ring his bell.
Is it not enough,
that we face the weight of time?
Carrying our sorrows down,
through generations.
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Carcosian Enmity Knoxville, Tennessee
Melancholic blackened funeral doom/melodic black metal for the vengeful beings lurking in the stars.
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