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What you’re looking at is the legacy that man has left themselves.
Remnants of once was paradise hang in the balance of one.
Finding solace in a mysterious being.
Is it safe? Is it safe? Is it safe?
Frantically waiting through the product of madness.
Going insane, its insane, I’m insane.
A brand new ceremonial habit.
Man's basic instincts proves history will repeat its self.
Show yourself, old man in the cave, and reveal the truth to us all
Witness man's imperfection.
A devastating harvest, altruism an impurist form.
Living in a sanctuary found in an obituary.
Death spiraling brought on by Lotkey, what’s the point of being, really?
What do you think the solution should be?
Unruly, tired, unrest, I’m losing all my faith in this.
Why won’t you leave me be? Bury me 6 feet deep.
Now die, fucking bitch. Stay dead.
This will end for you.
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A force that has drawn out the curiosity out of us,
Unexplainable feed
Startled words from afar,
Unclear for us to heed
Is time really capable of showing the truth,
The horrors embedded in my dreams,
Scrubbed off from the skin?
But this is its origin,
Older than time, it is
Even your god might decay in it
We're never really free,
The prison's just too big for us to notice
All of us have the key to this unbearable quantum
All of us have the key to these unbearable lies
Through the mouth of the cave,
I'll follow you down to see what is bizarre underneath
A prophet, embodiment of aphorism
Concise to what we believe
Connected from the liars whom we've learned from
Here, you cannot escape
Now time to prove your faith
He appears to animate dead bodies
And those who are already succumbed to his deeds
How admirable the idea that lurks beneath
Breathing and scaling the summit of sleep
I have the power in numbers
I know that it's never enough
Is time really capable of showing the truth,
The horrors embedded in my dreams,
Scrubbed off from the skin?
But this is its origin,
Older than time, it is
Even your god might decay in it
Bleed through time and listen
Dance to the wailing
Death has its countdown
This is the force of bleeding
The malignance, the science of death
For we must hail the unspeakable
True violence shall be shown
Wreaking havoc
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Something stirs. It yearns for patterns.
It years, it yearns for control.
Dumb down the infinite, conceptualize.
The covenant swallows despair, born by mistake, mistake.
This murderous urge is what they crave, what they crave.
Dispose the pupils out of fear for idiosyncrasies.
This anomaly is the god seed that we once knew,
Eccentricity for the faceless one.
Something like fire tears through this skin.
The birth of suffering, the end.
One by one, I’ll make sure they all pay.
And something’s not gonna go fucking my way.
I kneel right now, when all my plans have gone not to plan.
Wait for him to speak.
Plagued by disease,
For the burning pig,
Tell me God, why?
Well, I’m hearing him speak and he’s in my ear.
Why not put on me fucking tears?
While these words, they break me slowly,
I know it’s one thing.
Born of despair.
Born of despair.
For the fallen ones in my ear,
I just want you to hear.
For the fallen ones,
I bathe in the rage.
Pain, broken systems fuck but I’m in your grace.
Plea, plea, plea, plea!
Pray that the fallen nations plea, plea.
One more day, we’ll be seized.
Bathe in blood for the pledge of allegiance.
Bathe in rights.
I’m dirty.
Shattered, staring back through glass.
Glimpses of eternities dissipate as past.
Oh seer, where is your sight?
When you go looking, what do I find?
I am up
There’s nothing left for you.
You took it all, now I’m just here in ruins
This riot, there won’t be the plague.
My god is dead. I have been freed.
Praise his spirit be.
His spirit be, be.
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Thus, it was said henceforth,
"A force unrivaled by none."
Peer into the dark, you'll see
The puny messenger called "God"
Dormancy unawakened,
Grains of millennia gone.
Bred to quench the appetite,
To feed the faceless
Hide us from the face of the One seated on the throne,
And from the wrath of the Lamb.
Destroy those who destroy the earth,
For the great day of their wrath has come.
Permeated dreams.
I am the voices,
Dimensions above.
Cursed with choices,
To seed, or love.
Uncontrolling urge renders the body incomplete.
The beauty of chaos shall return order in deceit.
See, and rejoice.
God is dead.
Usurpers of the highest crown,
Return now to the dust.
Echoes of a generation, new breeds of inheritors.
Ill-begotten incantations swallow their minds.
Called by the abyss.
Broken minds wander aimlessly,
Aimlessly in absence of time.
Temporal disillusions clear out the slime.
Failed by your god.
Failed by your kind.
Failed to accept, and move onto the next.
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A gateway to the confines of these tortured minds,
We’re facing our damnation, bodies lacerated.
The corpse is walking, wander to the abyss.
On my name, I call the purge.
On the steps, while you’re kneeling
Bowing down for your empty king,
Mindless slaves turn the key.
This is my favorite seed.
Lost technique of the brigantine,
We enslave the blade and piglets,
When we swallow the soldiers pride.
Bowing for your empty king,
My dominion, mounds of bodies lacerated.
“Your dominion will fall before you while the men of the kingdom beg.”
“I don’t want to fall, there’s so much I want.”
“There’s so many things that are getting away. I want to crawl.”
And then it starts,
The cries and the horrors fill these ears of mine.
The predominance still in my mind.
We’re out of time, and I don’t know what to do.
I rot slowly with the end, fucking god die.
Blade in my legs and my back,
As the angels die, fucking slowly.
End of world is here,
And the world is mine.
Bind spines, they’re dead.
I’m no fool.
Their solemn blood,
They make sacrifice, lusting to me.
One more time while the stew is stirred slowly.
Ending jealousy, I’m not silenced yet.
I am Lotkey. Call on my fucking name.
While the bodies stay on foreign land and you can’t wait a second,
While there’s nothing waiting for Lotkey too,
End our suffering and disease.
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Beg
00:33
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That which was prophesized is coming to pass
The land rises and tunnels crop up as the townsfolk amass
As he whispers without words:
“Follow me down”
And they follow him down without question, below
Into his vast catacombs
A hive mind, with lives to be placed in tableau
Filing in, side-by-side
For a ritual older than time
Beneath the soil, a roar infests the air
From the mauling of minds
A wretched pierce of the cold, damp black
From the cave, pregnant with cries
Oh, what a horrid sound
From both young and old
As each wail is drown out
By another damned soul
Engulfed by dark ancient powers
Enfolding until brains turn sour
They slump towards white hot screams blindly
Deeper until they float silent
Their eyes
Glowing dull, pale, yellow disks
Too painful to describe
Almost blissfully sick
Levitating and struck through with awe
Suspended beyond he keeps them all
In his encompassing maw
Foxfire-like ooze drips out from luminous mouths,
Pooling atop dried tears and drool
Like biologic torches, hanging above ponds of agony
Muffled, moaned melodies
With notes in gross keys of confused, torturous sleeping
Caught and held in his huge labyrinth,
While the Light from their faces now dances for him,
As Lotkey now has Dreary Hollows
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Lotkey (Instrumental)
03:50
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Faceless (Instrumental)
05:00
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Beg (Instrumental)
00:33
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