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The corpses
Scattered across
The empty
And the lost.
At night,
Eternity's in sight.
Death looms,
With no end in sight.
Cold slowly turns into death.
What once was my place of rest.
These fingers of the dead,
Show colors all but red.
One death is all I need.
To my death bed, I plead.
The corpses
Inside my mind
Though empty
And behind.
In light, I beg for the night.
Life's doom by my side.
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Though hell doth burn,
In metaphor it still avoids the sun.
And prayers of solace return.
In coldness, for heat I yearn.
Death's embrace.
My journey of disgrace.
A grave seems the perfect fate.
And death seems the only way.
The light has been devoured in sin.
Cold blackness; I strive for this hour.
Death's embrace.
My journey of disgrace.
A grave seems the perfect fate.
And death seems the only way.
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Eternity of rest
In a cold death bed.
Illusions left in woe,
Poisons this mind of old.
Suspended in suspense.
In mental fog, O so dense.
Slowly wrapped in time,
Forfeit all hope of life.
Now these gates close on thou.
Let the hearts fall down.
No man will find true love,
Illusions man writes of.
Death incarnate
And end the being of late.
Eternity rests in all,
For sorrow is not forever long.
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Thinking out loud,
while trapped in a crowd.
Imagining a fantasy,
of life lived on a cloud.
The dangers of a life
incarnates as ones strife.
When one man gives his all,
all mankind suffers this fault.
Believing a lie.
Told through generations till they die.
Not fitting in and innocent.
Life is lonely in a godless covenant.
Curiosity is concealed by false pride.
In fantasy the world doth live their life.
Scared and tolerating what they're told.
Believing that judgement day will soon unfold.
The dangers of curiosity,
meet life's animosity.
Where men choose to die,
for fairy-tales and lies.
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(Instrumental)
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Empty Eyes of the Stray
04:27
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Empty eyes...
Of my darkest state of mind.
No man seems to save their time
For a stray man not divine,
Godless and left behind.
Empty eyes...
In lone darkness life resides.
Man's not different after life.
Under blank states that I call my home,
Lonesome I doth roam.
Trudging the cold black night,
Through my eyes I hide.
From a world that's blind,
To a man with empty eyes.
...With empty eyes.
Suffer the empty stares
From men who see it fair.
But life has it ways
Of fucking over the lost and stray.
...the lost and stray.
Pierce my hands...
With nails of utter decadence
And tares from men of circumstance.
From imagined holy lands,
Come the false and lying man.
Trudging the cold black night,
Through my eyes I hide.
From a world that's blind,
To a man with empty eyes.
...With empty eyes.
Suffer the empty stares
From men who see it fair.
But life has it ways
Of fucking over the lost and stray.
...the lost and stray...
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Lonesome and Frostbitten
05:03
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Frostbite in all eyes.
Worldwide snowstorms; all blind.
Chasing spirits; all lies.
A not so lonesome world; when will we realize?
Summon giants to fight.
Only the few are right.
No gods, no love, just pain.
I wish I could take holy water over frozen rain.
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8. |
Serenity, Part I
01:27
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(Instrumental)
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Serenity, Part II
06:35
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Under the cold winter sunset,
We sit together and wonder where time went.
And in your eyes, I see a light is shining
Your beautiful serenity is lively
I am losing my heart inside you.
Though I may be dying, it's all for you.
I may no longer be there to bleed,
But take my heart because for you it beats.
In your hands I see the world is turning.
My heart used to bleed, but now it's yearning.
Blue skies are replaced with the earth.
All life returns to its blissful worth.
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Wounds of Recollection Atlanta, Georgia
Atlanta based solo artist, Wounds of Recollection, weaves bright bursts of black metal and crushing detours into doom metal
in between somber moments of shoegaze, emo, post-rock, and drone to fuel a sound inspired by loss, coming to terms with aging, and long-forgotten simpler times.
Formed in 2014.
Created and produced anonymously and independently.
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