Plaguewielder (LUX) : Chambers of Death
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1. EXISTENCE IS OUR EXILE
Existence Is Our Exile
The weight of being drags me down
I long for delivering blackness
Beside the layers of reality
Not behind
Nights drenched in promises
Of other lives forlorn
I am not able to escape
Derelict prison
Existence is our exile
Nothingness our home
2. DROWNED
Death
The universe emerges
A billion flickering lights
Birth
Ephemeral cycle of awareness
Storm of images and desperate questions
A lifetime expands
I cry out
Until Sleep finally drowns my fragile voice
An echo vanishes in the void
Unheard
3. CASKET OF DYING FLESH
Trapped inside your mind,
No escape
You feel that you're left behind,
Stigmatizing fate
In constant disbelief,
You spend your existence,
There is no true relief,
You choose the path of
Least resistance.
Your mind, slave to your excuses,
In shrouded daze,
You can see that the truth is so near,
You can grasp its blissful rays
You choose to exist within your head,
And before you know
It's all just illusion,
You go into life and realize
You are dead
4. FATHER SUICIDE
May the worms procreate,
may the angels guide your way.
Life is strange, sad and deranged.
Dying felt good today,
dying felt good anyway
5. THE FUNERAL MARCH
The depths of the forest wide open before me; drenched in crepuscular light
Irritating roots and branches lead me into an infinite absurd maze
As I am slowly walking above grey leaves, I perceive the funeral march
The procession of black-clothed ghosts crawls towards its impending doom
Their faces are empty masks of forgotten hope; relinquished by it long ago
As I am being petrified by their appearance, their gaze suddenly grazes me
They are turning
Their judgement; cast towards me
They are approaching
I am running past the trees, hag-ridden; breath abandons me
I have not been prepared for this; I have not been chosen for this
Finally, my fall I bury myself beneath the ashes of their shattered dreams
Existence Is Our Exile
The weight of being drags me down
I long for delivering blackness
Beside the layers of reality
Not behind
Nights drenched in promises
Of other lives forlorn
I am not able to escape
Derelict prison
Existence is our exile
Nothingness our home
2. DROWNED
Death
The universe emerges
A billion flickering lights
Birth
Ephemeral cycle of awareness
Storm of images and desperate questions
A lifetime expands
I cry out
Until Sleep finally drowns my fragile voice
An echo vanishes in the void
Unheard
3. CASKET OF DYING FLESH
Trapped inside your mind,
No escape
You feel that you're left behind,
Stigmatizing fate
In constant disbelief,
You spend your existence,
There is no true relief,
You choose the path of
Least resistance.
Your mind, slave to your excuses,
In shrouded daze,
You can see that the truth is so near,
You can grasp its blissful rays
You choose to exist within your head,
And before you know
It's all just illusion,
You go into life and realize
You are dead
4. FATHER SUICIDE
May the worms procreate,
may the angels guide your way.
Life is strange, sad and deranged.
Dying felt good today,
dying felt good anyway
5. THE FUNERAL MARCH
The depths of the forest wide open before me; drenched in crepuscular light
Irritating roots and branches lead me into an infinite absurd maze
As I am slowly walking above grey leaves, I perceive the funeral march
The procession of black-clothed ghosts crawls towards its impending doom
Their faces are empty masks of forgotten hope; relinquished by it long ago
As I am being petrified by their appearance, their gaze suddenly grazes me
They are turning
Their judgement; cast towards me
They are approaching
I am running past the trees, hag-ridden; breath abandons me
I have not been prepared for this; I have not been chosen for this
Finally, my fall I bury myself beneath the ashes of their shattered dreams
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