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Insanity is Within Grasp
04:49
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Dark!
The reflection of my voice, echoes down the hall.
It carries my name.
Voices tell me, that I am the one.
DEMON!
I am insane! I am insane!
Your voice gives off chills. My attempts to avoid you are vain.
I am in sadness, horrors aren't brief.
You torment me and wallow in grief.
NO! You are not, real!
You tell depressing and horrible things!
But the result is dozens of screams!
I cannot stop you, no power in my grasp!
I am in sickness and when I die, you will give a vile and disgusting-
LAUGH!
I take my life!
To end your reign!
I am here!
I am dead!
I am insane! I am insane!
Your voice gives off chills. My attempts to avoid you are vain.
Crimson rain!
My blood runs cold!
From flesh to floor!
Die!
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Look towards the light and I will tear your mind from its skull.
The agony from voices. They burrow deep inside your mind.
All is lost and you are corrupted, soon great terror you will find.
Through insanity you are a prisoner to yourself.
Locked inside of yourself. Concealed in this hell.
Your mind will never allow you to see the light of day.
*(Guest vocalist Logan Nagel)
At last we will take the spike and drive it into your face.
It stabs too close to see and with it a most pugnacious grace.
And oblivion shall come, with this spike and your pain.
It slips beneath your vision. Your previous life is now, slain!
Unecessary cerebral engravement.
We do not torment you. You torment yourself.
And we.. We are here to prevent it.
We are here for your benefit..
NO! You have destroyed what I am! (What I am!)
What I was! (What I was!)
What I would have been!
Dead is what I am! (Dead!)
Dead is what I will be! (Dead!)
Dead for an eternity!
In endless slumber.
Reality is what is made for my eyes, fashioned by another.
Consciousness now suppressed.
Killed.
I am forever, a void.
My bed is now a casket. An unorthodox open casket.
Doomed to be a safe, but mindless corpse.
Embalmed in silence.
Locked inside of yourself. Concealed in this hell.
You are never to see the light of day.
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A Malevolent Conscience
03:32
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Lurking in your screams.
Made in contempt, blood and failed dreams.
I crawl upon the pillars.
I am what shadows fear.
I have not seen the light.
In several thousand years!
I am the greatest parasite.
I am within your tears.
I feed all men despair.
I am, the one true fear!
Hide in the corner, you have 'til dusk…
Cry! Die!
The shivering, anxiety infested husk.
Dead and echoing carcass. Ash into ash and dust to dust.
Hide in the corner, you have 'til dusk…
Although you are of flesh and I of dark!
Upon your soul is where I've placed my mark!
Aaauuughh!
I'm swimming in your shadow like a shark.
You cannot tell!
I slither behind you!
Destined to harm you!
I am your fate!
Rrraaaagghh!
No strangulation!
No vile mutilation!
I destroy your mind.
You are a lifeless pillar.
I crawl about the base.
Your pedestal a grave.
Sleep now as I trample-
Your dreams!
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Madness. Invoke my urge to kill you.
I see unconsciousness. A nihilist I am.
You and your god make me sick.
You're faithful and you're blind.
Mankind has been plagued by you.
Disease in all your words.
Symbol of Christ, the crucifix.
Not a symbol of light as I beat you with it.
You look up. Pray to your deity.
Savior's bloodstained thorn crown. Christ, went to Hell!
Your puny God is now putrid and hollow.
Your fellow sheep do not know what they follow.
Your Pope a tyrant and his peers derranged.
Preaching to the weak and driving me insane.
The church is full of shit and those remaining in it flood the pews with nonsense vomit and the world permits it.
Confess to Jesus or in Hell is where you'll stay.
Cathedrals be bathed in blood, should I have my way.
Symbol of Christ, the crucifix.
Not a symbol of light as I beat you with it.
You look up. Pray to your deity.
Savior's bloodstained thorn crown. Christ, went to Hell!
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A place of ecstasy abstract.
A place of torment made from the unknown.
Psychological escape.
Pleasure and delusion go hand in hand.
Unlimited fantasy.
Terror and confusion will drive you mad.
In black wastelands with a crimson sky.
This not heaven nor purgatory.
Hell is for Christians that I despise.
Here there is no sun, but instead a darkened moonrise.
Water does not exist. There is only blood.
The air you breathe is killing you.
Reality doesn't exist in this horror realm.
Nothing but you. Lost and all alone.
A place of ecstasy abstract.
A place of torment made from the unknown.
Psychological escape.
Pleasure and delusion go hand in hand.
Unlimited fantasy.
Terror and confusion will drive you mad.
Die!
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Left in a still dying and undead world.
To be forgotten.
Here to suffer and burn.
To be forgotten.
To die.
A wind as abrasive as my screams, torture my ears and filet my skin.
Wandering spectres in a cloud of long lost souls.
Stalking just above me as I venture this...
Grave!
I see a shape taunting me in cryptic gestures.
It beckons me.
It's luring me closer... closer... closer until I see!
Nightmare! Created! Monolith of my dreams!
Unholy wickedness is what the thing projects.
I am suddenly cold. My sanity I protect.
Dark stone of cruelty.
It's death grip on me is strong.
This wall of terror.
A citadel of evil.
Black slab ice.
Mountain of despair.
Arise!
Left in a still dying and undead world.
Here to suffer and burn.
To be forgotten!
A wind as abrasive as my screams, torture my ears and filet my skin.
Wandering spectres in a cloud of long lost souls.
Stalking just above me as I venture this...
Grave!
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In time I create cacophony.
Aural distortion, my mindset in this key.
Inside, I'm the master.
Still, my potential unhindered to me.
Unchained and unbound.
Discover unknown.
Deny the expectant.
Destroy what prevents me.
Inside, I am safe.
I find the nature bestowed unto me.
To be one with this tool I possess.
Be gifted beyond one's request.
My mind a chisel and this air is the stone.
Upon this easel audio paint be thrown.
To be suspended in audible drift.
This is emotion, expressions like this.
A path unseen but one I adore.
Through this emotion I open the door.
But this one moment, a moment of reflection.
Unpredictable directions to be.
I am not lost.
I am not... LOST.
I will defy the predictable.
The practice of frequent change.
My potential still remains the same... Unhindered.
Inside, I'm the master.
Still, my potential unhindered to me.
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Oppressive Configuration
00:38
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Cling to the noise that I create.
Sing to the notes I demonstrate.
Cling to the sound of what this is.
Sing with the breaths that you expell.
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I Control, I Possess You
05:22
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Conceive me. Use yourself, complete me.
Lead my way, you apparition. Imagination.
Alluring material. You're the source of bliss.
I control. I possess you.
Sounds of emotion in bleak display.
Contractions, bled through your voice.
Do not feel dismay.
Conceive me. Use yourself, complete me.
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The Passing (Outro)
00:41
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A damsel has mesmerized my mind.
A body I want before my eyes.
Soft and affectionate, majestic voice behind her lips.
In the corner of desire.
I wish for passage into her shrine.
The touch of skin is smooth as water.
Beauty not of my world.
The touch of skin still smooth as water.
I will have passage into her shrine.
The scent of corruption hits me like the tide upon sand.
In not to much time, my attachment to her starts to grow.
Succubus!
Drag me to the bottom of the pit.
At the bottom, of the chasm of lust.
The beauty is of this damned world.
The touch of skin is searing with a fire.
I have passage into her shrine.
Succubus!
Transform me to that I hunger to be.
The demoness has converted me.
I am for her as she is for me.
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Enter her comforting shrine.
We rule together.
I'm at her side. A queen before my eyes.
Our bond is thickening.
I let you in and lure you further.
I take your hand and here you stay.
Enter, carnal blasphemy.
To be one with my queen.
My wings flourish around me.
I take my first flight, ascend this abyss.
I conquer my world. Desecrate those that are pure.
It is what pleasures my consort.
At night we revel in each other's tainted presence.
Bask in one another's nefarious anatomy in demonic attraction.
Succubus.
I let you in and lure you further.
I take your hand and here you stay.
Joined with the demon I sought!
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No Words of Ignorance
05:22
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Nothing but screaming.
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Dragged to the day where all life slips away.
The line is crossed and now we end.
Do not be mislead.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.
We are the feeble. The brittle and weak.
We doom ourselves.
Destroy us all in an inferno.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.
Death and funeral.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.
Dragged to the day where all life slips away.
The line is crossed and now we end.
Do not be mislead.
The clouds are the smoke and we are what is burning.
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Moth-eaten eyes observe a world of trivial meaning.
They watch without a word.
Tidal of death, anguish, and sedition.
All of this without disease.
Decay of wellness and all that's pure.
Release the slugs of hate.
And too no end.
What is this lack of blight?
Why are they still alive?
Release the scourge.
Take a lack off faith.
Forsake one who forsakes.
Release the smoke.
Decay of kindness and they whom are good.
Witness the broods of hate.
And still no end.
This is the doom.
This is the doom...
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Cold!
The arms that comfort me are not warm.
I feel the fingers.
Like frosty icicles.
Fingers that grasp my throat, heart, and soul.
My very being.
Blue devil, unlike the one in pages. Source of a personal winter.
Church… of cold!
Organs of freezing doom resound in my head.
Inside god's chilling tomb with temperatures below… Zero!
Fingers that grasp my throat, heart, and soul.
My very being.
The words of your angels are trapped…
By the blue devil, unlike the one in pages.
The source of a personal winter.
*2nd Movement:( "God of Ice" ) at 4:05
The ice is thick.
It is the barrier to the warmth.
Azure light that converts these children.
It is what robs them of their true path, before it is seen.
The ice is not there.
It is the idea that is the prison.
Inside is safe. Outside is cold.
When it's your ice that holds them back.
They are dead and I mourn them all.
All of the ones who run towards his grasp.
Grim!
*Krystofer Grim Solo*
Church of cold...
God of ice...
God of ice!
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Step forth and enter into the place unknown.
A room without walls.
Piercing gut-wrenching cold.
Past the point of turning back.
Best get used to walking the path.
Don’t try to fight.
Accept the night.
Every direction you turn leads you right back to before.
See yourself in front of yourself, but yourself is yourself no more.
Don’t bother trying to figure out what it all means.
Just be assured.
The owls are not what they seem.
The time has come…
The only thing worse than death is not to die.
The time has come…
Don’t look to… the sky
The time has come…
Relinquish all control
The time has come…
The spirit of him becomes your soul.
Go forth and exit into reality.
No room, no walls, no nothing to guide you on this journey.
The door to yourself.
He now holds the key.
The owls will come home to roost.
Just you wait and see.
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Stay Out of Their Reach
03:38
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Misophonia
04:09
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Here To Slow Me Down
04:48
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The weakest links of this, this brittle chain.
Their way in life to hold others back.
They are here to slow me.
They are here to slow me down.
Slow me down.
Slow us down.
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The Sorrow Lure
03:31
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Sorg Lokke
The sorrow lure.
The sorrow lure.
One way to enter the shadows.
(Fall through the mist and follow the trees.)
Find the way to waters so shallow.
(Set your stride and come to me!)
The, sorrow, lure.
The, sorrow, lure.
I am the sorrow lure! Master of a sad, sad death disease.
Fog of the sad shall call the weak.
I am the sorrow lure! Master of a sad, sad death disease!
Fog of the weak shall shall drive them mad.
The sorrow lure!
Day of the grief.
The sorrow lure.
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Moontides
06:38
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A Different August
10:59
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Desiring Sadness
08:18
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Perception and Empathy
07:19
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Wilder Falotico Music Chicago, Illinois
Wilder Falotico Music began in October of 2013 with an opening experiment to make 12 EPs in a year, one a month. It was a successful experiement. The project now seeks to experiment with new textures and techniques in writing with future material...
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