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A time of exodus will come in the shape of
chaotic symmetry, forming the framework entity.
Foreign eyes fixated across the skies
Will witness the heat death of the universe.

Which will be imprinted on the light,
a fluorescent glowing fallacy.
An alternative reality where the raven calls
for the sign of unity to be divided with impunity.
While the potential of evil shines
through the lens of ourselves.

Our paths have crossed again.
In sudden vacancy I'm lost again.
There's only one thing left to do.
It's time to come and welcome you.

The Raven was a gift from the Gods.
Broad black beating wings spread,
ignoring all that bloodshed and traveling alone.
Seeking a better place, a captive of the old face.
Haunted by the whispers of lore and gall.

It's waiting for us to sleep.
To sing one final lullaby,
soaring above the world so high.
It wants you to die alone.
Away from all the drones.
Searching beyond the depths
of the great unknown.

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Perched and sat, then nothing more.
My soul floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted — nevermore...

Consumed our tongues oh Father. It's done.
Consumed our tongues oh Father. Your son.

It's done. Oh father, your son. The only one to...
Burn! Burn your wings and fall from grace.
Turn! Turn your backs and return to nothing.

Father, don't let blind faith become
the darkness that shadows light from the Sun.
No instincts and divisions none.
Forget the mind and forget everyone.
So we walk towards the edge of life.
Forget pointless worries that rest upon the strife.

Mourn the departed one.
Remember not a wayward son.
When all of this is dead and done;
The soul within will disperse and spread.
From grave to cradle run instead.

Occult sublime illusions sing.
Watch nothing become everything.
Rescue me from your saviour.
Join me in forever failure.

I can't believe it's led us here.
Better off far away than to be near.
I, I reach for the hand of God.
But we hit the ground to dig,
to dig and dig and dig...

It's safe down here, you won't get hurt.
In the soil we'll rot in the kingdom, the kingdom of dirt.
In the soil we'll rot in ruin and decay.
And death will wait, but death will have his day.

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