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A Looming Resonance Staring onward,
As time stands still.
Devoid of tribulation,
While time stands still.
Starlight breaks this darkened haze,
Filter through decay.
Moonstruck children indisposed,
Malignant culture thriving on.
Defile the sanctum,
Of this place.
Winter now converges,
Drenched in all its blackness.
The last stalks of light are devoured,
Shadows[...]
And so they march on hallowed ground.
History repeating,
Behavior that has been burned into the bone.
When time stands still.
A thousand years of fruitless searching,
Object of desire beyond the reach,
Of old and brittle hands,
with bated breath,anticipate the end.
Voices of the vanquished echo in the dreams
Where is the fire
That dwells inside,
Darkness returns with cold embrace.
Staring onward,
When time stands still.
Devoid of tribulation,
Time stands still.
Staring onward,
Time stands still
Vastness and SorrowBehold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land
A dark and Fell Rider clad in garments of shadow Is the lord of this place
A cruel and wonton king, A priest of a black religion is he
The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth
To this rhythm the world moves
The sun blasts down upon the earth
Until the soil turns to powder and blows away
Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons
Ancient kings Cairn now have been defiled
The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind
The pillars of holy places lie dead
He rides day and night
The relentless Hoof beats echoes
CleansingYes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
Bathe in the clear cold stream
Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the
mountain
We will sing the most ancient song
Spark the fire upon dry tinder
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
know the tune
jaw bone driven through
the skull of a great foe
bested with wooden spear
the tip hardened in fire
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Red & Anarchist Black Metal
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