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And Through The Fog She Spoke
A Wake in Providence
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To hear the screams
Of prolific agony
It condemns the respite I seek
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Iโve just become so damn sick
Of this crushing weight
With hazel in hand
I Conjure the king
With courage in command
Voice of roar
Silver touches skin
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Willingly
Iโll breathe in
The sulfuric haze
To resurrect
Just grant me the sense
To hear through the sheets of cold
Recompense
With the end
I can't tear myself away from the fog
Catatonic, existing near death
I live closะต to decay
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The grimoires tะตll of possibility
Appearing in the distance
The pale sight of hell upon steed
Shadows looming far from the eye
Obscured to me, but so familiar
I remain sure
How many bodies
Does one demon need
Only Beleth knows
Infernal servitude is quite the price to pay
But to me existing bloodless with decay is priceless
I embrace a life of madness
Slowly I let the bleakness take over
All that I see
Yes I will bleed
Continuously
O great hue of the black fire
Please torch the soul
Touching thy flame
So I know fear
I come to you a faceless hollow
Feeding the fire
Put your faith in me
Iโll be sure they mourn painfully
And even through fog
Your will is clear to me
But theyโll see
Grimorium Verum
Give birth to the monarchy
Of False ones
That breed
The fury that pulls you down violently
From which an Empty fog grows
As she speaks
To me from the deep
It's a constant struggle (Struggle within)
Liber officiorum spirituum
Seu Liber dictus Empto
The book of so many names
And they hold the instructions to reanimate
All they need is for me to Capitulate
Blood
Presenting a makeshift body
Made from torn skin and limbs with a
Demonus origin
(Enter the)
Emperors
Upon thrones (Emperors of)
Gods among the black flame (The black flame)
I, thy conjurer
Command thee
Speak in archaic tongue
When you address the body
That houses my darling
Shadows looming far from the eye
Feeding the faith
Put your faith in me
Iโll be sure they mourn painfully
And even through fog
Your will is clear to me
But theyโll see
Willingly
Iโll breathe in
The sulfuric haze
To resurrect
Just grant me the sense
To hear through the sheets of cold
Recompense
With the end
I can't tear myself away from the fog
Catatonic, existing near death
I live close to decay
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