1. |
Canyons
06:41
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Collide and climb
Crumple and fold
Water carving stone
Crimson striped canyons
Run to the core
The hand of god
wreathed in gold
Growth and collapse
Falling apart at the seams
Carving our message in canyons
Speaking our will into form
Changing the land with our steel
Raising our hands to the sun
Fading might
Struggle to maintain
The power left behind
Entombed in stone
Collide and climb
Crumple and fold
The hand of god
Wreathed in gold
Growth and collapse
Falling apart at the seams
Carving our message in canyons
Speaking our will into form
Changing the land with our steel
Raising our hands to the sun
Land of god
Decays
Deformed
Growth and collapse
Too far gone
The closing hand
Wreathed in gold
Growth and collapse
Carving our message in canyons
Speaking our will into form
Changing the land with our steel
Raising our hands to the sun
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2. |
Hunter's Mark
04:30
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Close your eyes
All the wolves are in hiding
Open wide
Teeth flashing with lightning
White branches
And golden fields
Overrun by the careless
With blasphemous steel
Pray, praying for rain
I’m falling in love
With the thought of dying
I’m here, here in your arms
Oh goddess of hunters
Waiting for blood
Red branches
And sallow fields
Stripped away by the endless echoes
Of claws on shield
Pray, praying for rain
I’m falling in love
With the thought of dying
I’m here, here in your arms
Oh goddess of hunters
Waiting for blood
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3. |
Archon
06:02
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Under a borealis sky
Lie the bones of 700 beasts
I told each one they’d never die
That they’d never know defeat
That they’d never know defeat
Crystallizing into matter
Shaping essence into form
Mining broken constellations
In an asteroid fire storm
Another fragile world of creatures
My conjuration, another lesson learned
They’ll never know who came before them
How many times this wheel has turned
Another lesson learned
Another lesson learned
And the wheel has turned
Crystallizing into matter
Shaping essence into form
Mining broken constellations
In an asteroid fire storm
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4. |
Lesser Gods
02:48
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5. |
Beholder I: Downfall
03:51
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Older than time
Each step that it takes splits the earth
And shakes the sky
Rending the fabric
Tearing the ties
Shattering minds
Eons in darkness
Out of the void
Projecting its filth on paradise
Hunger
A force without a name
Our downfall
There’s no one left to blame
Eons in darkness
Out of the void
Projecting its filth on paradise
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6. |
Archivist
06:47
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How curious to witness the worlds of man
Observing them from far away
Their history recorded by tranquil hands
With halls as silent as the grave
Archives of the many
That have come before
Countless shelves undiscovered
On countless floors
A scrying eye their fate unsealed
The understood becoming real
The archivist of all
the scribe of what has been
With every opened scroll
another planet lives
Archives of the many
And all that lies within
Countless shelves undiscovered
The scribe of what has been
Archives of the many
That have come before
Countless shelves undiscovered
On countless floors
On countless floors
On countless floors
Archives of the many
That have come before
That have come before
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7. |
Scepter and Scythe
04:46
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When you see the flash of the swinging scythe
Hear the silver chimes proclaim
When it’s cold on your throne and the meadow’s sown
Can your heart be set aflame
When the moon is high in the bleeding sky
No sight of the morning rays
And the gods have all started screaming
Can’t you hear them call your name
Strange gods offer power
Over hills and mountain range
You were shown, ravens flown
The story stays the same
Now you’re deafened by the serpent
Breathing honey in its words
You can live your life immortal
But your countryside will burn
Strange gods offer power
Over hills and mountain range
You were shown ravens flown
The story stays the same
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8. |
Melchor's Bones
04:29
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Raise your medallion
Mark of the savior calls the flood
Shelter the chosen under the ground
Gilded prophet cloaked in fire
Descending from the silver spire
Beams of moonlight lancing down
Leaving scars on the hallowed ground
Like the gentle falling snow
Clinging to the weathered oak
Our days were numbered from the start
Always bound to fall apart
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9. |
The Observatory
01:07
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10. |
Beholder II: Labyrinth
06:15
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Chaos in the beholder’s eyes
Losing count of the days
Charmed broken or petrified
Another animal caught in its cage
It’s a still world
Still world
It’s a still world
Still the world remains
Nothing promised and nothing gained
Still chained to your fate
Within our dreams a cruel embrace
Death tyrant’s labyrinth gaze
It’s a still world
Still world
It’s a still world
Still the world remains
Still world
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