the black walls rise
in the wake of reverence
echoes of an imminent tide
sounds across plains of black grain
I see gates that are closing
a voice is calling from the haze
human soul enslaved
seal my bleeding shade
I have visions that are burning
I see the masters portrait cold and dire
his voice is heard far from the summits
I feel the waves of a storm grow on my skin
his icons are seen far at the summit
at the summit, at the summit
through the labyrinths of tides
frozen veins pervade the wastes
pale light unfolds from above
as splendor reside the horizon
shrouded by saturn´s veil
the path to my crest
red tears blur my sight
and burst into the mountain
wounded by the thorns of reverence
dethroned by the great perfection
dissolved through roots of redemption
shattered, broken and blinded
machine horizon
I look at the sky
the yellow drapery fades
saturn ascends
as the collapse unleash the storm
I gaze into the deep
as the tide is coming in
I inhale the sea
and the oceans turn to red
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I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive
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