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The Offering Video (MV)




Performed By: Teraton
Length: 5:51
Written by: Phillip Brooks




Teraton - The Offering Lyrics




You can't remember when your born
And you won't remember when you die
Just like an aspect of all that is alive
Just like a splinter of infinity defined

You are immensity a power without conceit
You are the one who brings misfortune I must reap
I struggle with these contemplations this confrontation my consummation
Just one last chance for my salvation

When I'm awake I ride upon the wings of speech
I am the oracle with the riddle that you seek
I am the ghost who blows the smoke upon the screen
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams

I can't remain inside this place
I'm losing faith in this frail race
Can't you relieve me of disease
And lift me off these trembling knees

Afraid to meet the shadow self
The darkest times that you impel
All the world's most painful cries
Drowned in the veil of your disguise

When I'm awake I ride upon the wings of speech
I am the oracle with the riddle that you seek
I am the ghost who blows the smoke upon the screen
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams
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You can't remember when your born
And you won't remember when you die
Just like an aspect of all that is alive
Just like a splinter of infinity defined

You are immensity a power without conceit
You are the one who brings misfortune I must reap
I struggle with these contemplations this confrontation my consummation
Just one last chance for my salvation

When I'm awake I ride upon the wings of speech
I am the oracle with the riddle that you seek
I am the ghost who blows the smoke upon the screen
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams

I can't remain inside this place
I'm losing faith in this frail race
Can't you relieve me of disease
And lift me off these trembling knees

Afraid to meet the shadow self
The darkest times that you impel
All the world's most painful cries
Drowned in the veil of your disguise

When I'm awake I ride upon the wings of speech
I am the oracle with the riddle that you seek
I am the ghost who blows the smoke upon the screen
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams
And your whole reality is an illusion from my dreams
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Writer: Phillip Brooks
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