Reversed communication inherit lies through eyes of deceit filled minds
With despised and devised worship of an elder construct a statue of sadist origin
Pacing back and forth in the head of the child left to ponder exiting the forgotten kingdom
Breath with the Lords name in vain at the touch of eternal sin
Blasphemize his divine name
Cathedral of poisin ridin with the sake of ones unholy mouth
Forsaken has one walked while a realized icon is now a unintentional idol suicidal
Revealing how life is yet to be lived
With the revival of my mourning kin
He hath become a stone of monumental devastation
Fear me said the king of light himself begging for the wrathful son to honor thy name
Returning to the endless repetition
I've begun to believe is a pretentious reprocussion of the actions I've been held against
The black farm is to be home, the home of the few
The kingdom of the weakened that god toiled with
His emptiness poured out into his children that can't continue
To feel the wetness of water or the dryness of sand
We're all mistakes common and disgusted at the thought of the lesser beings
Unaware of the lessons we cannot comprehend
Become the endless holes in the clouds
Torture your soul with the deadly misconception you've construed
I am a puppet nothing but a mere coincidence and a chamber filled with hatred
I will carve my memory into the schism you've created
And the vessel we've seemed to forget about
Behold, the mark of forbidden intelligence
The power saught only through ones decision to be one with lord erebus.
The gods of old have become nothing but burnt paper
Realize that you must become a moribund leader
Walk the path of the unholy sacred
Unholy divinity
Arova - Blackened Melancholy, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Reversed communication inherit lies through eyes of deceit filled minds
With despised and devised worship of an elder construct a statue of sadist origin
Pacing back and forth in the head of the child left to ponder exiting the forgotten kingdom
Breath with the Lords name in vain at the touch of eternal sin
Blasphemize his divine name
Cathedral of poisin ridin with the sake of ones unholy mouth
Forsaken has one walked while a realized icon is now a unintentional idol suicidal
Revealing how life is yet to be lived
With the revival of my mourning kin
He hath become a stone of monumental devastation
Fear me said the king of light himself begging for the wrathful son to honor thy name
Returning to the endless repetition
I've begun to believe is a pretentious reprocussion of the actions I've been held against
The black farm is to be home, the home of the few
The kingdom of the weakened that god toiled with
His emptiness poured out into his children that can't continue
To feel the wetness of water or the dryness of sand
We're all mistakes common and disgusted at the thought of the lesser beings
Unaware of the lessons we cannot comprehend
Become the endless holes in the clouds
Torture your soul with the deadly misconception you've construed
I am a puppet nothing but a mere coincidence and a chamber filled with hatred
I will carve my memory into the schism you've created
And the vessel we've seemed to forget about
Behold, the mark of forbidden intelligence
The power saught only through ones decision to be one with lord erebus.
The gods of old have become nothing but burnt paper
Realize that you must become a moribund leader
Walk the path of the unholy sacred
Unholy divinity
With despised and devised worship of an elder construct a statue of sadist origin
Pacing back and forth in the head of the child left to ponder exiting the forgotten kingdom
Breath with the Lords name in vain at the touch of eternal sin
Blasphemize his divine name
Cathedral of poisin ridin with the sake of ones unholy mouth
Forsaken has one walked while a realized icon is now a unintentional idol suicidal
Revealing how life is yet to be lived
With the revival of my mourning kin
He hath become a stone of monumental devastation
Fear me said the king of light himself begging for the wrathful son to honor thy name
Returning to the endless repetition
I've begun to believe is a pretentious reprocussion of the actions I've been held against
The black farm is to be home, the home of the few
The kingdom of the weakened that god toiled with
His emptiness poured out into his children that can't continue
To feel the wetness of water or the dryness of sand
We're all mistakes common and disgusted at the thought of the lesser beings
Unaware of the lessons we cannot comprehend
Become the endless holes in the clouds
Torture your soul with the deadly misconception you've construed
I am a puppet nothing but a mere coincidence and a chamber filled with hatred
I will carve my memory into the schism you've created
And the vessel we've seemed to forget about
Behold, the mark of forbidden intelligence
The power saught only through ones decision to be one with lord erebus.
The gods of old have become nothing but burnt paper
Realize that you must become a moribund leader
Walk the path of the unholy sacred
Unholy divinity
Writer: Skeye Blight
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