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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
(2 days ago)
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
(2 days ago)
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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