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“And in your heart shall burn an endless fire. Through the flames you’ll learn of one desire. When the deed is done, they’ll build the pyre. In your heart shall burn an endless fire…”
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Sorcière
06:43
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Teeth red. Eyes dead. Shallow breath escapes your hollow chest. Deathbed. Heavensent. Soft lament, sing you to sleep. Brushfire desire. Light the pyre in your name.
Bring holy water and the cross. Hammer me tightly to this loss. And as you fasten the ropes tight, remember everything again. The embers once thought long forgot (three times just to be sure) smoldering, waiting for a spark (then I won’t beg anymore). Ignite them now, abate the dark. Surrender everything again.
I burn for you.
Wait! Oh, can you hear them? Wait! Can you hear them too? I only want to know the truth. Am I wasting time for you? I only want to know the truth. Is it a waste to burn for you?
I burn for you.
“I die through you.”
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Inherit
05:05
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Just beyond the gates I see them waiting there for me. Robed in white with open arms, they left a chair empty for me.
Kingdom come. My kingdom for a brief release.
You were perfect with your gilded cross and crown. I was blemished, trailing blood on hallowed ground.
Wait forever. Wait forever.
Kingdom come. My kingdom for a brief release. Glory gone. The sea will never part for me.
Wait forever. Wait forever for me. One day I’ll be better. Wait forever.
Kingdom come. My kingdom for a brief release. Glory gone. The sea will never part for me. Kingdom come. Inherit nothing but disease. It’s in my blood. It’s in my blood.
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Ange de la Mort
03:24
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In the red light, I’ve seen it pass away. In fine, weathered lines, it’s written on your face.
Listen! Can you hear them? Listen! Can you hear them now?
What you have lost can never be found. Sacrificed and sanctified, now bound.
Laid at the feet as an offering. Pristine in the passing of an innocence unknown.
Listen! Can you hear them? Listen! Can you hear them now?
What you have lost can never be found. Sacrificed and sanctified, now bound.
Listen! Can you hear them? Listen! Do you fear them now?
Victim of choice. Body a void. Glimmering in the sound. Acquiesce to drown them out.
Lift the veil concealing, blood red glow revealing saints and devils. Can you hear them now?
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Visions of bright lights. Impressions in the night. Do you hear them too? They sound just like you.
Rip yourself apart. (Will it ever be enough?) Offer up your heart. (It won’t ever be enough.)
Nothing now. We’re nothing now.
Better burned than buried deep. Better dead than just asleep. Not forgotten but unbound. One day you won’t recall the sound.
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Absence
06:03
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I wait here. A gilded cage. The price is paid, and laid bare. A heavy fee. A heresy. I stay here, await my fate, my judgment day, it draws near. So here I lay, the voices say to
“Brace yourself. Erase yourself. The flames of hell can’t reach you now.”
Onward, press onward, and don’t look back. The voices are calling, they light the path.
“Paradise awaits, by the grace of a funeral pyre. Your disgrace is a cleansing fire.”
Sing praises. The hymns of shame exalt your name. Embrace it, the glory of their earthly blame.
“Brace yourself. Erase yourself. The flames of hell consume you now.”
“An absence so divine and blissful. Feel the void of self, consumed, and burn out!”
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Jesus Maria
05:50
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A litany. Always so willing to be the offering. Always so willing to be the hand that feeds. Never have enough to give. Beg for mercy. Fall to the floor, nose to the ground, and gnash your teeth. Ask for forgiveness. Cross yourself, and make your plea. Know you’re too late to be sorry.
A vision in grey. Reverse the decay. Listen to them close. You already know. Uncover the truth. Sift back through the youth. Omnipotence reigns and withers away. Your waiting grows old. My hand bought and sold. Visage rearranged so that they might stay. It’s not the right face. It’s a losing game.
Prepare the altar and tear down the veil. I’ll play a part in your ritual spell tonight. I’ll never falter and I’ll never fail. I’ll share with you all the secrets they tell tonight.
Listless. Insignificant. Time much better spent on someone else’s cause. Weakness. Witless penitent ever more in debt to someone else’s god.
The choice has come, heaven or hell? Burn for the truth or strike the nail? A twisted glory will not suit. I will no longer burn for you.
Tear down the altar and put back the veil. I’ll play no part in your ritual spell tonight. I will no longer be under your spell. Don’t be afraid of the secrets they tell tonight.
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Light
05:46
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We used to dance in holy light, violent displays of pure devotion. Now I perform the rite in cover of the night, quiet displays of cruel contrition.
This body is a temple, is a symbol, is a tomb. The devil’s got my number,feel him there in the next room. And all the pills we ate, the bones we break will probably kill us soon. With no more blood to lose its ending soon. It’s ending soon.
Stay down low, (Cast it out! Cast it out!) way down low. (Cast it out! Cast it out!)
Brother, we are not the same, but we were made in the same image. To calm the blaze you drown yourself day after day. I hold my own body as hostage.
“Why do you still linger here? Depart from here. The end is near. Why do you still linger here?”
Cast it out, this godless misery and drown it out, the endless night consuming me!
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“In your heart shall burn an endless fire.”
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