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Album | The Darkening of Days(1999) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Melodic Death Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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3. Turn (4:04)
Turn
Slowly turning within the mind the essence burning forever blind to this site obscene misfortune unfolds
All warmth retreats- stilled by the cold. Winds of torment scatter like dust all purpose of being - all traces of trust
Deceit mislead down betrayals dark path, still this soul bleed weighted with wrath
Turn within consume me I’ll embrace the decay. Self betrayal exhumes the corpse of yesterday’s pain!
Languish in futility banished to reality, Haunted by failures cold sneer
Courage chased away by fear. All joy and hope is sucked away
Life surrenders to decay. Existing in a tortured hell. Rotting crippled human shell.
Holy fire, cleansing flame - Licks at the soul, purify me!
And so the end clear at hand, the journey so nearly complete
Perfection is a unbound from agony- victory is spawned of defeat
Through destruction the soul is reborn - terror, disgrace recede. Through rending of flesh
The purest release: The cleansing of life’s disease
Sufferings long toll, Liberate the soul... Oblivion's seed? Futility!
Slowly turning within the mind the essence burning forever blind to this site obscene misfortune unfolds
All warmth retreats- stilled by the cold. Winds of torment scatter like dust all purpose of being - all traces of trust
Deceit mislead down betrayals dark path, still this soul bleed weighted with wrath
Turn within consume me I’ll embrace the decay. Self betrayal exhumes the corpse of yesterday’s pain!
Languish in futility banished to reality, Haunted by failures cold sneer
Courage chased away by fear. All joy and hope is sucked away
Life surrenders to decay. Existing in a tortured hell. Rotting crippled human shell.
Holy fire, cleansing flame - Licks at the soul, purify me!
And so the end clear at hand, the journey so nearly complete
Perfection is a unbound from agony- victory is spawned of defeat
Through destruction the soul is reborn - terror, disgrace recede. Through rending of flesh
The purest release: The cleansing of life’s disease
Sufferings long toll, Liberate the soul... Oblivion's seed? Futility!
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