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Through lips of snow came flames
Unheard, unseen,and rarely felt by our skin
But I felt the heat as I knelt to pray
His peaceful words meant nothing
This day, rejoice, I'll never forget
This day, rejoice, is mine
It belongs to only me, for he is dead
This day, rejoice, a rebel won the war
And every God will sleep forevermore
Like in the silence of the ashes
To dwell here is deafening
Maddening, enchanting, divine
In senseless understanding
This day, rejoice, I'll never forget
This day, rejoice, is mine
It belongs to only me, for he is dead
This day, rejoice, a rebel won the war
And every God will sleep forevermore
Every God will sleep forevermore
Every God will sleep forevermore
So run to the point of no return, then fall to your knees
Then rise to where all is nothing-in peace.
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River of Suffering
06:34
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The first fire on the water, set by the moon
Silver flames on the ripples dancing to jump the shoreline
Bear witness to the beginning of our doom
They will jump the shoreline with the will to consume
Tremble like the reflection of the moon on the rippling waters of time
Tremble like the reflection of the moon on the rippling waters in darkness
Tremble
The first fire on the water, set by the moon
Silver flames growing upward and outward into the night
I can stand on the shore, content, indifferent
I will be everything when the flames consume
Tremble like the reflection of the moon on the rippling waters of time
Tremble like the reflection of the moon on the rippling waters in darkness
Tremble
The world will be carried away in distress
Rushing along with a violent rush of death
On the flooded river of suffering
Which the foam of disease oversprays
Which has old age as its' purge
Which enlightens the darkest of days
With one last cathartic surge
The world will be carried away in distress
Rushing along with a violent rush of death
On the flooded river of suffering
Which the foam of disease oversprays
Which has old age as its' purge
Which enlightens the darkest of days
With one last cathartic surge
The last fire on the water, set by the moon
The last fire on the water, set by the moon
The last fire on the water, set by the moon
The last fire on the water, set by the moon
I will be everything when the flames consume
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Spit Out
07:50
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Anxiousness descends and spreads
Spit out by one and consumed by many
Anxiousness descends and spreads
Candles, designed to guide, but lacking original flame
Emanate the light of a born again saint
He has murdered and I am in his shadow
I once held the hand of my neighbor
When I have murdered that treacherous shadow
I'll give him back to the arms of his savior
And rid myself of anxiousness
Anxiousness descends and spreads
Spit out by one and consumed by many
Anxiousness descends and spreads
Candles, designed to guide, but lacking original flame
Emanate the light of a born again saint
He has murdered and I am in his shadow
I once held the hand of my neighbor
When I have murdered that treacherous shadow
I'll give him back to the arms of his savior
And rid myself of anxiousness
Of what sustenance are you?
How life has been given to feed your spring
To make your water shine blue in the black of night
And still you speak of suffering?
Of what sustenance are you?
How life has been given to feed your spring
To make your water shine blue in the black of night
And still you speak of suffering?
Yet anxiousness descends and spreads
Yet anxiousness descends and spreads
Yet anxiousness descends and spreads
Yet anxiousness descends and spreads
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Above/Beneath
06:30
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Above all wisdom
Plague in an endless gust
Beneath all wisdom
Shadows of the illusions of freedom
Enslaved by love
Chained to the beautiful cross
Maimed by wisdom
And left to future grave moss
We are love
Above all wisdom
Plague in an endless gust
Beneath all wisdom
Shadows of the illusions of freedom
Enslaved by love
Chained to the beautiful cross
Maimed by wisdom
And left to future grave moss
We are love
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Faithful to the Shadows
08:51
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I am faithful to the shadows
To anything that leads to the end of the trail
Where the forest opens up and starlight shines through
For sunlight would only blind me and I would be lost
Waiting for life anew
I am learning to love what I am told I should not
Alone in the forest at night
Any absence of color is betrayal of thought
For it circumvents the dark light
I am faithful to the shadows
To anything that leads to the end of the trail
Where the forest opens up and starlight shines through
For sunlight would only blind me and I would be lost
Waiting for life anew
I am learning to love what I am told I should not
Alone in the forest at night
Any absence of color is betrayal of thought
For it circumvents the dark light
I am faithful to the shadows
I am faithful to the shadows and the thoughts of the winter breeze
Thankful for the notion of a colorless eternity
In pure blackness or a snow-blind destiny
I am free to breathe
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This Deceit
06:42
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A conversation with a man that isn't present
A detailed discussion between subversive breaths
Lashing tongues then gnashing teeth
The cycle of all belief
Now I must forgive myself for this deceit
It pains me as if it were the mother of all pain
It loves me, evades my better judgement towards disdain
In delusion fatherly love is shame
And is something that must be attacked
Converse with the need to converse with the ghosts
Converse with the need to converse with the Gods
A conversation with a man that wasn't present
A memory of shackles and chains of false faith
Still after abrogation
The cycle of subjugation
Now I must never the past, even this deceit
It pains me as if it were the mother of all pain
It loves me, evades my better judgement towards disdain
In delusion fatherly love is shame
And is something that must be attacked
Converse with the need to converse with the ghosts
Converse with the need to converse with the Gods
Heresy, a gift unto thee
Question everything
Heresy, in the name of thy self.
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Silver Flames
08:00
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I have bled where the water bleeds the rivers
A sacrifice to the waves and where they land
I have suffered
My only blood tasted by the tongue of the shoreline
Exchanged in honor for the privilege of the flame
I have drown
In silver flames
Transcendental anguish
Each silver flame
Consequential shivers
Embrace me
Change me
Wash over me
In pain
I have bled where the water bleeds the rivers
A sacrifice to the waves and where they land
I have suffered
My only blood tasted by the tongue of the shoreline
Exchanged in honor for the privilege of the flame
I have drown
In silver flames
Transcendental anguish
Each silver flame
Consequential shivers
Embrace me
Change me
Wash over me
In pain
Wash over me with pain
With pride
With death
" It's not worth the tears of that one tortured child who beat itself on the breast with its little fist and prayed in its stinking outhouse, with its unexpiated tears to 'dear, kind God'! It's not worth it, because those tears are unatoned for. They must be atoned for, or there can be no harmony. But how? How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? By their being avenged? But what do I care for avenging them? What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? And what becomes of harmony, if there is hell? I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don't want more suffering." Taken from Dostoevsky's "The Brothers Karamazov"
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There is no Time
07:03
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There is nothing here
Only stillness, only stars
Only deprivation
Rushing towards the earth
Seen only by the highest eye
There is no time
When the silent notes of the coldest night(there is no time)
Echo down the spine of all life(there is no time)
Then there will be solace(there is no time)
Then, and only then, can there be solace
There is nothing here
Only stillness, only stars
Only deprivation
Rushing towards the earth
Seen only by the highest eye
There is no time
When the silent notes of the coldest night(there is no time)
Echo down the spine of all life(there is no time)
Then there will be solace(there is no time)
Then, and only then, can there be solace
There is something lost
There is nothing new
There was never an "I"
There was never a "you"
Towards eternity gazes the highest eye
Towards eternity gazes the highest eye
Towards eternity gazes the highest eye
Towards eternity gazes the highest eye
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Shroud Of Despondency Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Shroud of Despondency was formed by Rory Heikkila in the late 1990's.
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