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THEE ENTRANCE
03:44
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THEE ENTRANCE
(IN THE VALLEY)
The shepherd lead the greedy king out into the sacred valley, above a furrowed brow runs a shimmering spring of sweat. He sees a vision on the horizon of birds picking at his bones. The shepherd turns around and says “you'll be lost forever.” Now shepard leads the greedy king into the mouth of the canyon, and now this hymn has been sung upon the world like a sound to fester deep within your bones at night, and his name will be swallowed by birds and never to reach another's lips again.
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SHEPHERD OF HOLY FIRE
Blood went spilling to the sand as the skin peels back torn in the wind as it danced and writhed and moved into the dark as the stars all come out to speak to the shepherd of holy fire. The king stares out in horror as the flames rise all around the shepherd. As the smoke rises up to the sky. How he wishes they were stairs to lead him out of this despair. So he spit out in the valley as he willed unto himself. And sing it into existence to mend his way back home. The way the flames all anchor down they're heavy weighted in gold.
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SOMETHING GROWING
03:23
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SOMETHING GROWING
The sun went down on the vacant path, his circling steps saying “this will lead you nowhere” stumbling on the floor, his eyes rolling back, his stomach filled with blood, it leaks through his mouth into the soil. His body bursts, and regenerates along the rocks,” they're saying this will leave you open,” his eyes crying out eternal in bliss but the songs are so sad, the songs are so bleak, and he just wants to die. The new me growing. I swear, there's something dying down here, I swear, there's something vile down here or is it me?
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DETERIORATION
03:04
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TRAIL OF DEAD KINGS
04:07
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TRAIL OF DEAD KINGS
I lure them into my canyon walls, loose them inside of a labyrinth and say “take your name off me.” I move around with my greedy tongue, a wind within my sinking candle light, your leaning in drying in the sun and soon your desiccated limbs will turn into my temple to say “take your name off me”
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THE SOUND OF LIFE
03:52
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THE SOUND OF LIFE
Aligned with his greed, he moves his shoulders through the canyons of ash and soute. While I sing to the hills to a choir of angels to harmonize in the sound of light. Bleak Night, astonished by the sound of life. Those cruel kings, astonished by the sound of life. Can you hear them screaming? That’s the sound of life. Glass shards, astonished by the sound of life, and those cruel kings just astonished by the sound of life.
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CURTAINS
03:42
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CURTAINS
He stumbles out into the open light, these endless days lead to drunken nights he never realized how much he died. until she put her hands up into his eyes and then he stumbles out into the open road the snow keeps falling and the car wont move, he never realized how much he died until she put her hands up into his eyes, and said “baby are you listening?” He pulls the curtains to the morning light, these endless days lead to drunken nights, he never realized how much he died until she put her hands up into his eyes, she says “baby are you listening?”
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NIGHT SHADE
04:11
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NIGHT SHADE
He marched out the horizon beyond the hills. where the sky burnt crimson in a light that pushed the stars all tumbling back all the way back down. Says this lighting in a bottle is the one thing guiding me through sleep, until the evenings night shakes befall. So why worry, son? He sees the serpent in the sky just before dusk, so he's screaming upware but there's nothing to guide the sounds to its unwavering ear, then it whispers back down upon this scene and he stares back in horror like he’s witnessing a terrible dream, and now the evenings night shakes will befall
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VULTURES OVER BURNING VALLEY
The fire consumed the land before him, scorched the valley down beneath and with every reluctant step past ash covered statues lining the path for vultures in the sky. Haunting figures on the blue wind, drifting overhead like the sound of death looming, I can hear their voices scream as their desiccated limbs reach out. He walks out to the east where the sun hangs exhausted in its work. No birds will sing their songs unto his glory all the floodline desiccated crawling through the rubble and with every reluctant step past ash covered statues. He watched the crawling to their deaths before ash covered statues. Listening to them singing vultures in the sky haunting figures on the blue wind drifting overhead like the sound of death looming, i can hear their voices scream as their desiccated limbs bleed out
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DRY LIVER
04:04
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DRY LIVER
Dry Liver there's no salvation from this thirst, silver beads draped over a weathered blue mannequin. He moves like Jupiter under filthy existence, the weather marked skin that moves enthralled moving through the years until he crawls into his dusty dirt path beneath the deep and harrowing pull of his hangover. Dry Liver there's no salvation from this thirst, Dry Liver you’ll find your way home. As he looks up to the sky he used to believe in, all those years spent in isolation and all those wandering thoughts were like prison islands in the sky never to be docked, they're like some foreign shore. He asks “how much further till death?”
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