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Prophète
09:49
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The searing sound breaks an holy moment of silence driven grace
The meditation and focus reaches the point of complete embrace
The concentration of all things heavy released in one single hit
The purging blow pours into the veins and the spine in total relief
Now from the former void enters the burning and shiver of a powerful sun
Shines on his skin with such fire that the newborn inspires new air in his lungs
He screams a passion for life deeply entwined to the roots of his soul
Tears come to the eyes of the witness of this moment of beauty empowered in full
Seer speak of my reign,
See into my bane
Yet threads of fate start unfurling for this powerful heart is destined to breach
Through specs of times yet to come and illusions of senses his vision is rich
And by the grace of the stars he will know defeat
But the fabric of his own life is tempered in pain and glorious peaks
Seer speak of my reign,
See into my bane
Child of my blood thou shalt ride on the path ahead onto the strife and retributive pain
Child of my blood thou shalt seek for a higher stead worth of the life that will ensue the strain
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Megachurch
13:31
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Oh inner voice, prophet of words
I seek a choice, a crude rebirth
The mouth speaks first, the words are clear
The ear and eye obey and fear
The lips are lost in shivers
The hands now join in prayer
Some bow to feel,
Ecstatic feel
The assembly chants the rise of him
The savior one to guide their will
A ceremonial belief
A grand hysteria adrift
Unbound in grace,
They bond inlaced
Alas the blood starts flowing strong
The life comes back to eyes of stone
The righteous words are given
To a spiteful mindless coven
They praise their doom,
They praise a tomb
I am your law
I am your god
Your eyes reborn to see
Your life is sworn to me
Oh dark augur
I hail your tongue
The vision blurs
I stand forlorn
I am your law
I am your god
Your eyes reborn to see
Your life is sworn to me
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Gloria
08:39
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Gouffre
16:17
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Larvé d’espoir je creuse un trou béant
J’y gerbe la sève de ce qui fut passion
J’y perd mon âme, mon amour et mon sang
D’un geste tendre j’y dépose mon enfant
Les mains noircies d’un long travail ingrat
Les larmes froides roulant sur ma crasse
J’observe le vide formé par mes bras
Encore ignare de la tombe que j’embrasse
Les mains tendues je tombe sans m’accrocher
Il n’y a que vide où je cherche ma raison
Torturé par ce doute qui sature mes poumons
Qui du gouffre ou moi possède la volonté ?
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Mazzeri Corsica, France
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Sornagonic Doom from Corsica, celebrating the oniric hunt since 2017.
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