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xPlodSharK uploaded a new video
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all rigts to in flames
To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven ...
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all rigts to in flames
To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons the palette stained with the ejaculated passions (of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)
Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer and haunt my severed country with your dripping, secret games
You pick the unripe lilies deflored and peeled the bleeding petals made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus of the Black-Ash Inheritance, the semen feed of gods and masters The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms, swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years
Father you are the dead god in me
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xPlodSharK uploaded a new video
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all rigts to In Flames...
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xPlodSharK uploaded a new video
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all rights to in flames..
Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the l...
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all rights to in flames..
Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama you are the artist and the texture that plays with the mantle of the Earth
When the bleakest of powders lie rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores
Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December losing its breath and the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted
White as the down of flaking snow, the heroic emblems of life
Green is the color of my death as the winter-guise I swoop towards teh ground Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing
We are In Flames, towards the dead archaic heavens We are the mantle and the texture the alters the mantle of the Earth
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xPlodSharK uploaded a new video
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all rights to in flames..
Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so s...
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all rights to in flames..
Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours grind our souls in the millstone of time the "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race
Calling our to the gathered masses; their answers so silent
And we go..
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols to the heirs of the newly raped ground inferior even to the transparent winds lesser in motion and sound
And we go..
There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances to fumes from her body give case as the throng of blind mind savour the scent, dream-dead from prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the electroheart, ignition roars through the corridors, stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations ride into tomorrow's rigid great face The Machinery outlives the futile scripts of our dying jester race
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xPlodSharK uploaded a new video
(2 days ago)
all rights to In Flames
I bid you welcome to my world They call me existen...
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all rights to In Flames
I bid you welcome to my world They call me existence You have just entered through the gate to your journey towards eternity This part I control In the beginning you'll fear nothing As I climb beside you Time will be your master in this laborious part of human subsistence This part I control Black clouds embraces your soul Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish When time takes your life I wil transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquillity Voices frilling the emptiness of the dead floating Seamless across the surface into chilling stillness Nothing can help you now
You'll never be along again You'll never die again You'll never be born again You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
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