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Hail
01:31
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This is a calling to
Come everyone
Sanctuary bears the name of Malakaan
We're drawn everyone
Those that bear the mark upon the wrist
Raise to attention and stand the men tall
Your proximity it quivers my spine
Speak your peace if you're even there at all
This alteration has been twisting my mind
How it seems to be so fucking purposeful with tension it brings
I hear you calling my name under trampled earth
Stealing silence away to make a meal of our time
Disfigure my flesh as your presence build the walls
Still your form has been eluding my eyes
Try to lift the veil
To see your face a sign to show the way
This is a calling to
Come everyone
Sanctuary bears the name of Malakaan
We're drawn everyone
Those that bear the mark upon the wrist
Down the wooded path as it widens to a grin
I can feel surveying eyes peering into my skin
Hand on my shoulder brings a doubt inflicting chill
The sun and stars sun and stars growing further muted still
Reveal yourself to me I'm sick of faking this
What do you need
Like an oasis it rose through the endless grains
To drown in an ocean the sun sets to seal your fate
In the beginning we thought the split could stay
One day I'll meet me and this pain is torn away
As it was said something was there
This is impressive to say the least
We're safe from out there
Clearer now as your presence leaves
Your illusion drops were undone
The evening comes
They seal the door
The shutters close
The silence
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3. |
HoM II - 6C
03:14
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The beginning was a peaceful time
I sat in the nothing and noticed that something was different
Life
Continual cyclical violence they give me their bodies when they expire
Life
Then something started changing
They started looking down
Took upon hollowing out
Ripped from the root torn from the flesh
Oh my body they come at me with selfish baring teeth
But all I see is draining me it's filling my vision with nothing but hungry eyes
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Brushed off of the faces
These walls were a containment
Still screaming for complacence
Cry out eternity
Move time is wearing thin
With a tension I can feel through her sickly hollow grin
A vision in the sirens call to feed upon my skin
Alike the ones who came before we caught a glimpse and settles in
Search my skull for reason
Hunger breaks the thickest skin
With all the light to see them
Inside the walls that keep them in
Heed the sirens call
Innocence alleviated influence to spread like fire
Sullen from what first was stated now they call to set the pyre
Heed the sirens call
Cast a light of shame on those we drag through dusted earth
Sins of non believers cleansed with flames to bring rebirth
Scream repentance scream aloud my children hear their words
Cast your fear into this philter love the stillness you observe
Come everyone
Sanctuary bears the name of Malakaan
We're drawn everyone
Those that bear the markings of a calling so
Wrong everyone
Duty so incumbent to ignore the flaw
It's wrong it always was
Those that bear the mark upon the wrist
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5. |
Red Wanting Blue
03:57
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We pave the road laid out before them to never see the light
Behind the fence sheltering our weak eyes
The reasons always seem to differ resulting in the same
To take on less not reject we're to blame
Chew through all the lives you consume
If it works this well for you
The ending justifies the means in absolution
But doesn't the sight revolt you
Everything bleeds like we do
The ending justifies the means in absolution
Sift through the meaning we defect
A nameless grave displayed and polished is where the future lies
At the apex of our excess bleed them dry
What the past has buried inside walks the earth today
A different pace brand new face name remains
Chew through all the lives you consume
If it works this well for you
The ending justifies the means in absolution
But doesn't the sight revolt you
Everything bleeds like we do
The ending justifies the means in absolution
Sift through the meaning we defect
Every time you open your mouth
Bloodstains never seem to wash out
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6. |
Wagging Tongues
04:26
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Wash my name from your tongue
Grip the reigns lift them up
Carve out your trench in
The skin of someone's chest
I didn't feel a thing
What else did you expect
Rolling eyes light a cigarette
Slipped away
How quickly we forget
Listen close when time is speaking
Words fade away
If I hope for them to reach me
It gets lost in the air between
Pull the straw then repent
Hang from words by the neck this
Cocoon gave birth to someone else
Turn away how quickly we forget
Listen close when time is speaking
Words fade away
I didn't feel a thing
What did you expect
Longer than I care to know but I could never tell
Hollow view and cutting through the silence as they fall from wagging tongues
Words escape the meaning fades and leaves the void that it creates
The darkness swallows me
What have I become
Not standing like before
I was waiting for you
I won't anymore
Carry on breathing this air that's so impure
But I love to suffer
Still you’re keeping score
Victory is yours
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Tyrant King
06:50
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Don’t you know me recognize my face
Smell familiar skin know this cold embrace
But you feel it so much clearer in the wake.
It seems that you and I my friend look very much the same
Show me your wildest thoughts
Let me let you believe them
Entertain all your plots
Through a smile i receive them
I abstain from judgement free of yearning to atone
Without the faintest trace of doubt I seek out nothing more
Holding me always
Know that I’m yours
I’ll become the
Echoes calling back a truth that you already know
Speaking softly
The feeble whispers all reflecting in your skull
This is eternal
Effect and the cause
There is no yearning needing no more
Speak to me so eloquently feeding my desire
Crave the reassurance like the scent of blood I'm wild
Tell me what to believe
Know I abide
Headspace takes shape
Accosting yourself to find that your
Headspace takes shape
Accosting yourself to find that you’re
You’re disillusioned
Only echo the call
Your pathetic vain attempts are sad at best and now you’re left
With praise you sought from me and nothing more
Seek my assurance
Reach for it all
Your pathetic vain attempts are sad at best and now you’re left
With praise you sought from me and nothing more
Headspace takes shape
Accosting yourself to find that your
Headspace takes shape
Accosting yourself to find that you’re
Paid for in blood
Unseen unheard
You will give up
So far from done
Alone I stand
Just like before
Just like it always has been
So long my friend
Needed no more
Tissue so beautifully broken
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