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Tomes of Knowledge
04:55
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As I read the ancient text, I foretell the tale of your punishment,
I will bring forth an army of the damned, the apocalypse is now at hand
Scriptures and scrolls filled with the ancient text of the dead
Forbidden by the sorcerers code. Words unspoken for centuries past
Raising the dead from ages of old. Ruined kingdoms arise again.
Here I stand, with tomes of knowledge. Spells of mortis.
Frail old tomes, these ways of old, I read as I feel my blood run cold.
I begin to decipher the ancient tongue, a necromancers bidding, thy will be done,
Rituals and sacrifice, earth, fire, wind and ice, four seasons of decay, twelve signs and a price to pay, famine, plague, death and war.
These are the things you will soon abhor, elements of the elders, practiced at sacred alters.
As I read the ancient text, I foretell the tale of your punishment.
I will bring forth an army of the damned. The apocalypse is now at hand
Scriptures and scrolls filled with the ancient text of the dead
Forbidden by the sorcerers code. Words unspoken for centuries past
Raising the dead from ages of old. Ruined kingdoms arise again.
Here I stand, with tomes of knowledge. Spells of mortis.
I've seen the darkness inside these words. My hands are chilled right to the bone.
Reaching beyond the underworld, drag the dead into this realm.
Tomes Of Knowledge. Tomes of the undead. Tomes Of Knowledge. Bring forth the Reaping.
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Ritual
04:40
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Rise, from within the void I call.
Rise, an eternal slumber disturbed.
Ritual, the dead come forth.
Beneath the earth, awoken slumber.
Beckoned back to this world, their mind I own.
Their corpses just vessels!
Echos of pain, fill the night.
Fragmented stand the armies of chaos.
Buried in the sea of fire, of fire.
Death is all that I desire. Army of the mire
Risen warriors, they rise again, Rise again.
Fight for me, they die again, let my chaos reign.
From these tomes the dead emerge, dead emerge.
I can feel this deathly scourge. My enemies they purge
Soul I know will soon be cursed, soul accursed.
That's the price for what I thirst.
I thirst no more.
I thirst no more.
They ride from the eternal realms.
From behind the veil, from within the shadow.
On beasts long dead from ages old.
Rotting steeds and hungering beasts.
Consumed by rituals, their altered minds.
They will be my grand design.
Echos of pain, fill the night.
Fragmented stand the armies of chaos.
Buried in the sea of fire, of fire.
Death is all that I desire. Army of the mire
Risen warriors, they rise again, Rise again.
Fight for me, they die again, let my chaos reign.
From these tomes the dead emerge, dead emerge.
I can feel this deathly scourge. My enemies they purge
Soul I know will soon be cursed, soul accursed.
That's the price for what I thirst.
I can hear the cries of my horde undead.
Their screams of death as the ground runs red.
This war shall end when my foes are slain.
For none of this will be in vain.
Beasts of death, kingdoms gone, ruined cities. Let my fear reign.
Down upon, weakminded, stripped their life. My soul accursed.
By my hands, my own fate, blood drips down. I thirst no more
Rise again, die again. This war is fuel. Ritual!
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Resurrection
04:28
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Through the fires in my soul, I will raise those born to the grave.
Through blood and bone, from dirt and dust.
From tomes and spells. from the afterlife.
I have seen the start of the end, I will raise the dead.
Wretched, mindless, soulless, born again, from death
Cursed from birth and in the afterlife.
Fall and rise to serve in their hatred.
Violated, mutilated, empty and hollow by despair.
I disturbed the peace, and brought them to this realm.
Bound by my own greed, cursed my soul.
Soulless abomination rises to be controlled.
Built by wrath, Born from death. Bound by fire, No desire.
Ancient power bound in forbidden tomes.
These words I know are cursed, my blood runs cold.
I have lost my faith and lost my mind.
Blood stained hands and a tainted spirit.
Reconstructed, Resurrected, Undead army, Now beware.
I disturbed the peace, and brought them to this realm.
Bound by my own greed, cursed my heart.
Legions of dead have risen,
Necromantic tongues have given life,
This Dark Lords vision,
Now it ends with blood and knife.
Corpses just tools for the taking,
Scripts from beyond the gates of hell.
Shells of men never breaking.
Leaving none alive to ever tell.
This scourge of the dead,
leaves these lands to run red,
Through fire they resist,
Rising from within the dark mist.
A war will be waged on the living.
Taking souls and lives ungiven.
Forces of hate control the weak.
Now your hope, forever bleak.
Rise! Hail! Kill! Fall! Rise! Hail! Kill! Fall!
Rise! Hail! Kill! Fall! Rise! Hail! Kill! Fall!
I disturbed the peace, and brought them to this realm.
Bound by my own greed, cursed my heart
I disturbed the peace, and brought them to this realm.
Bound by my own greed, cursed my soul.
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Weight of Existence
05:03
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Forseen the end, in the dungeons so deep.
In chains of your creation.
A darkened place where only eyes can see.
What is real, what is mine, there is no escape.
Dedication, cause of power. A dark abyss of horrors.
Unseen below
The beat of a drum, this rhythm of a heart.
Fading into the abyss.
A darkened place where only eyes can see,
What is real, what is mine, there is no escape
Behind shadows of deceit, these voices of clarity.
Not so clear in the rage,
Of mind inside.
These scales balance the weight of existence.
Look at the past, to measure one worthy.
Devourer, is this soul for the taking?
Now we see, your weight of existence.
Absence in the mind, a void of delusion.
Weak and heavy inside.
This soul is tearing, stripping from within.
The feather raises. The light is fading. Judgement will pass,
Upon the soul.
The demon has come, its hunger on tongue. Aablaze its eyes.
This soul is tearing, stripping from within
To die again, twice in a life, this restless,
Eternity
These scales balance the weight of existence.
Look at the past, to measure one worthy.
Devourer, is this soul for the taking?
Now we see, your weight of existence.
Now we see, your weight of existence.
Now we see, your weight of existence.
Here we are sent to damnation, condemned to wander eternally.
Immortalities curse is all that is left, all that is left,
Judgement was passed onto the soul, devoured whole without remorse.
She ate your heart, devoured it whole.
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Necrostasis Brisbane, Australia
Middle Eastern orchestral metal. Inspired by the ancient tales of pharaohs, gods, and the eternal struggle between life and death. From aggressive growls that intertwine with ethereal cleans, this project creates a contrast in music that mirrors the duality of existence itself. ... more
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