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In the house of my Father
With a rope at the altar
Shall I tear the sin from my flesh
Out of all that is under the sky,
There is none as wretched as I
Is this what you would ask of me?
Merely wish it and it shall be.
In the house of my Father
A red cloth is draped over
All of the things that I adore
Defy
Deny
Confide
Confess
Decry
Denounce
So that I may be absolved
In the house of my Father
I can go on no longer
The rope's bore my blood to the air
Out of all that is under the sky,
There is none as wretched as I
Is this what you would ask of me?
Merely wish it and it shall be.
And so is my mark of shame
As personal as is my name
Gaze on and you shall see
That the abyss that stares back is me.
House of my father, rope at the Altar
Nothing can satisfy my rage that bleeds me dry.
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3. |
Judgment
05:30
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Frequency Modulation
01:03
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Iron God
04:16
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And so I stand as master
at the dawn of the age, My words to fill every whitewashed page
A new reality itself and
I am the architect, None
dead or alive
shall be immune to my effect
I sacrificed
So little time I bought
A good smith knows to strike
while the iron is hot
The pinnacle of creation
wears a face that resembles none
An image so
Estranged it's will is mine let it be done
The icon, likeness of an
obscene god
The same hot iron
my impervious facade!
Iron Fasade! [siq.]
Hope for me! Want for me!
Ache for me! Live for me!
Die for me!
Suffer for me!
Pray to me and only me
for it is I who rules
the world
rip apart your
flesh for me,
for it is I who made your world.
Pledge yourself to my god of iron
might seems hard and hot like fire
But inside, this god is hollow It's my rule you're meant to follow
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6. |
///Rotary Matrix\\\
00:48
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2 Riffs
05:31
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8. |
Republic
01:27
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What the fuck?
Are you fucking serious?
What?
You fucking cock fucker what the fuck are you think you doing?
Sneezing
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9. |
Empire
03:44
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In empty halls the children starve
They bear the weight of sin
The marble hills alight
But clouds obscure what lay within
The fog creeps from the chalice bronze
By the liar's will
A ritual, material
Are you worth more alive?
The moon it looms so low
He has abandoned his place in the night
A devil in our midst
Takes the mantle of guiding light
Now does this all seem real?
The law of the Ambivalent Crown
At the Taygetos cliff
Is there any way but down?
The ancient gears they turn and grind
A decrepit machine of man
(Empire)
The rusted orchestra is desynchronized
(Perched upon a broken spire)
The small are subject to it's architect
(Set to fall upon those in it's shade)
And so in turn they'll burn to fuel his lies
(God only knows who'll find their graves)
The microscope of those who hope
Still obfuscates
A needle in the supple skin
The prying eye turns inside
The moon it looms so low
He has abandoned his place in the night
A devil in our midst
Takes the mantle of guiding light
Now does this all seem real?
The law of the Ambivalent Crown
At the Taygetos cliff
Is there any way but down?
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10. |
Collapse
01:24
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11. |
Lord Hollow
04:58
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Come and face me, meek and lowly
So much time to kill, but I have lost the will to
go on...
In haze I watch the hours
go on...
Why does he make me go on?
Down I was, consumed by a burning need
Like a howling beast that demanded to feed
My wild greed unsatisfied
Hunger for naught but material gain
My heart was hot, my pride aflame
And out his name I cried
Then from the dark, from every shadow
His twisted form, his soul so hollow
The honeyed word, the wretched Lord
Evil men bow down to the King of Rot
In the quiet moments he is the fear you can't deny
He is the darkness in the corner of your eye
Our deal concluded, he reached to claim his prize
My soul surrendered, he remarked on it's small size
He said, "It's no wonder that you have called me here."
"You lack the spirit to see the price is so dear."
Dearly should I have held on to what I lost
For the wealth I gained was never worth the cost
And I had tossed my very essence away
Hedonic pleasures take their toll on me
Addictive vice, chemical slavery
The revelry hastens my decay
And to the dark, into the shadow
My soul was drawn into the hollow
Inside the void I was destroyed
Remade a servant to the King of Loss
In the quiet hour feeding on desire you feel inside
The empty evil seeks to claim you when you've died
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Silent words in the cavern of my conscious
Sow the seeds from whence all sins derive
An ancient tongue, much older than time
Of what is dead but never once was alive
Draw the water for my soul
Up from a poisoned well
Though I walk in the world of Man
I am living in pain in Hell
ANGELUS AD SINISTRAM
My endless appetite
Has led to where I am tonight
I've lived on the edge of his blade
ANGELUS AD SINISTRAM
I destroyed myself with greed
He found joy in every deed
As he watched from behind my own eyes
Crawling on my skin
Looking from within
Pulling at my heart
And I have played my part
The years all led to ruin
With none to blame but I
The voice that once sold happiness
Now pushes me to die
Locked within my chamber
And tempted by the knife
I hide in my nostalgia
There's nothing left to show for my life
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Father Moon Calgary, Alberta
From the celestial beyond comes the great entity known as “Father Moon”. The ethereal riffs, the grounding bass, and the plodding drums cast their gaze upon you, the weary listener. Only the most ardent True Believers among you know that Father Moon is here to stay and its clutches are ruthless. Hang on tight, traveller, for your journey has just begun. ... more
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