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Satiate
10:24
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We grew up to your expectations, the ideals of your rigid and structured evolution.
We will grow old in a clouded and distant sanctuary; be safe and sound - distant and alone.
Young boys abandoned on our sleeves and caged through the years of tortured sleep; howling silently deep in our buried tool.
And even with the different shades of path, and cycles of purpose we seize; we will wither all the same.
We will wither all the same.
Piece the entire enigma of foundation, clench the speaking notion and disperse the remaining speckles of aches through your living years.
Before the end depletes the shades of cause,
Before we age and shrink to the veins of aging pain,
Before we shiver and face the discontinuous illumination,
We wither all the same.
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Cadence of Dissension
09:42
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Conquer!
Pursuit and reign; ready the ships and set sail.
The ravenous sea transmits chapters of raging waves, to set the stage of our crusade.
Veil your fears from your antagonist & fortify your honor to the majesty.
Light up the hours of darkness with thousands of blazing arrows, bound for the heart of the devious beast.
Forward!
We stomp the woods & soar the mountains to revive the capital of fire & ruins. Conspire the inception & defend the pillars of my command.
Coalesce the division and brave through till the curtain call.
Bear witness to the quest & battles of dominance, between god-like men.
(Don't stay if you'll go, these chains will weigh me down
Don't be the fire, if you'll fade out)
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Reflections
02:49
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We are what you will become.
We isolate wisdom and falsify vision.
We are the anatomy of your destruction.
We are your phantom and the reflections you see.
We are etched deep in your luminous mind and fashioned by malicious devise.
We are you, and you are no one.
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Prognosis
06:21
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I am your companion, the advisor of your monarchy.
I am the days that fuel your battles; I am the night that whispers you to sleep.
Death is a beauty covered in flames and I am the fire that eases your grief. Shape, shift and dominate the vessel of a man who has been internally eradicated.
We will weave through all the silent prayers and purge the disbeliever from the faction. Keep calm my descendants;
I am your only friend, the serpent sent.
You are no relation; I am my own dynasty. I am my own reality.
The daily battles of judgment are of my decision, and none of your exertion. You are merely a spectrum of my conscious self, my malicious fiend.
I shall not succumb to your conspiracy.
I shall not disassociate the cerebral psyche to your beliefs.
There’s a demon inside of me, and I’m concluding his reality.
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Continuum
04:18
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Paris in the Making Singapore
Paris In The Making is a five piece outfit from Singapore. Heavily influenced by the European and Japanese screamo scene, their music progressively infuses and comprises with elements of post-rock, shoegaze, and contemporary classical music.
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