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As The Temple Burns EP

by Sept of Memnon

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1.
The shackles fall away, as though what once was hard as iron is now immaterial Faith and trust, such useless chains that now crash down to Earth I RISE! FREE! ÄR JAG FRI! FREE?! I cringe again, the last of my fear compelling me to brake for divine fury No bolt from heaven, no sound, Except for the shattering and burning of the once mighty temple within me A temple whose foundations were built on doubt and loneliness and un-knowledge Though I can still see the roots, the tree built upon them was finally withered and released from my mind God, the temple of the ego, such an "unatural" and sacrosanct creation! The ultimate expression of our disgusting attempt to control chaos, nature, the cosmos The ultimate cancer, the final virus Cut it out and submerge thyself into the murky waters of true chaos Andes in den heliga befrielsen av kaos och spy ut dina meningslosa sannheter
2.
A flash of arrogance surges through my blood, and it's heat dispels my doubts I must claim what is promised, and neither god, nor lowly beast Nor weak apprehension will hamper my efforts As if motivated by recaptured youth, I stride through the gates and demand entrance, demand audience The powers of the Earth scoff and sneer, but their laughter does nothing to shake my resolve Not until I lose what I hold dearest do I realize my folly The horror, defeat My ruin, begun Ego-death, complete Sacrifice; at what cost? My pain is magnified by Self-loathing, no one to blame What have I done ?
3.
Contrition 05:55
The winter, here again begins its yearly dance with the darker side of me The season no longer inspires urgent sadness as it once did, Merely an unsettling grey Men tänk om jag Skulle bara försöka Kämpa en gång till mot Mörkret Skulle det vara värt, bära frukt Eller bara vara en till besvikelse Att packa upp Och slänga på brasan! Där alla andra små Paketer brinner varmt Paketer med ingen retur adress Oh, I was not born to exist here In a place where my mind has no peace and my heart has no hope I rattle my chains and cry for help where there is absolutely none to be found The few laughs that belch from within me attempt to disguise the loss

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released August 15, 2015

All recording, mixing, and mastering by Spenser Morris spensermorrisaudio@gmail.com
Drum and guitar recording done at Bricktop Recording February 2015
Guitar solo on Track 2 performed by Derek Ahrens

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