[Music Palubicki/Helmkamp; Lyrics Helmkamp]
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What is to be of this pestilience
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That makes empires tumble like tears
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The dust of millenia - fallen ages
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Staunches the flow of dawning horizons
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Obscuring -
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While the days crumble as their hours unfold
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A sensual swooning - prophetic mocking
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As the soils swallow the seeds of the past
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Each one of us to his own
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Embrace
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Drowning in hallowed solitude
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Swallowing the void
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The pallid hope revealed at last
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Embrace
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*Why should I fret in microcosmic bonds
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That chafe the spirit and the mind repress
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When through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds
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Whose shining vistas mock man's littleness?*
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Throw off those shackles of sufferance
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This penance of one thousand ordeals
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I wield the scepter of destiny
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Choose the means of my own death
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[Chorus]
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Give me both nails and a hammer
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Harness those ecstasies of death
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Prostrate myself on cruciform
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At last...
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With swift feet I made my way
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Helmed by a cacophony of despair
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Deaf to the legacy of youthfullness
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And beauty and joy since pined away
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Yet now a rush falls upon my ears
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Of dripping - whispering words
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The hole of emptiness I pour through
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Unveils the caress from far beyond
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Now no longer can I ignore
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What goes before has gone again
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The silence of immorality
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Satisfied with this one fell step
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Plunge beneath the waters -
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The freezing embrace of the goddess of death
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[*Quote taken from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"]
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Embrace
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Angel Corpse |