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EMPEROR
ANTHEMS TO THE WELKIN AT DUSK |
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With Strength I Burn
Deep Green Dark Chaos
Blinded I run down these paths
By heart I know them
They lead to the searing cliffs
Stout they stand above the waters edge
Lifeless
And this is my foundation
Cold stone
Formed only by winds and time
How invulnerable
Lifeless
Ahh...
I have longed to be at one with this
Yet, the waters call my name
For once I wish to see
The entity behind the voice
The face of this seduction
The beauty of my pain
Am I blessed or am I cursed by the presence...
What is my crime...
What is my deed...
Is this life my redemption
Shall I repent or proceed
I hate my flesh
It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt
It made me question the essence of...
The -I-
Slaves are those of this world
Given freedom to lay chains upon The Master
The wolf is no longer free
Release the chains and come for me
The Elder:
-Suddenly, his mournful cries were stunned. Out of the cold mist came three entbralling ships. Sails torn by many storm, and the bows adorned by the most fierce gargoyles he'd ever laid eyes upon. Yet, the crew they bore... Three times twelve in numbers. They stood motionless, wrapped in grey, worn gowns. And from behind their shadowed faces the seductive chanting. Bidding him on board. Without hesitation, he accepted. And away they sailed...-
Upon these seas
Wherein I drowned so many times
I scatter the ashes of dignity
Still my flames are in hunger
With fire in my heart
Shall I greet the shores ahead
Though, I know not what will burn
Desire...
Ahh...
In the distance
I hear the waves wash over solid ground
And in this momnet I am struck blind
Grant me sight so I can see
That which lies ahead of me
Cursed be my mortal eyes
For dying in the realm of death
Hear my call...
I return to the soaring cliffs
They trylu shine of strenght
even though, I nothing learned
With strenght I burn...
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