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Track Name: Spectral Lore - Duty
Around my eyes
There is a dense fog
It takes familiar shapes.
Images of old.

It allows no light to pass
but a fissure
which lights a single path
covered in thorns.

Α phantasm is walking
Adorn in the colours of the Last Godess.
Journeying in Piligrimage
For a Duty, ancient and ideal.
To all that is beyond the blue sky.

Into the darkness of its void
It has hidden seeds and soil
Α dreamworld
Made of flesh and bone.

A white stone, hidden in the night
Glares from outside the road.
But, thorns are standing in the way.
Cursed is whoever trespasses.

How to tell an aching soul
Το put salt in its wound
How to tell it to hold on..

"Look straight ahead and do my bidding"
"It is only I that has ever known you, to comply is all I ask"

How many times have I been here before?
The only thing here is a Chasm
deep as the one I have returned from.

I remember now my face
The one I lost, and the one I wanted to Make
And the comfort of the bottom
Seems choking.

Onto the white stone, there is only a blade which awaits.
To paint it with red, deep and fiery.
Coming out from within.

Enter me, remove hearth and fear
So that there's space for chaos and immensity

"The pain from which you have ran away, you should learn to seek."

Destroy my Bonds.
Carve my Name.

"Step on this soil that gave birth to you with boldness
And only when Feeling it, you should look to the stars up high!"

"You, who has been the winner in the most primordial of battles
For whom the planets have conspired
You have a sacred Duty, to light every Fire that's hidden inside
Το live, to know, to give birth"

I have a soul, I have a name, I have a heart
I have now Flesh
Ι am the Wind, I am the Sea, I am the Earth
I am everything I want to be
Track Name: Locust Leaves - Promise

Written in oaken letters
Names, symbols and words
Dancing their beautiful daughters
Mirads of meanings and thoughts

Behind the color of day
Inside the ashen grey stone
There sleeps the rememberance of a promise
You know it too
It travels with the birds

And if my heart sounds at nothing
Cursed and deathlike
And if I forget my blood
An offering to the wild
And if I forget my visage
Sacrifice, blade & fire

My mirror is the restless sea
Debris that wanders shaplessly
Flows like metal in primordial shape
Your daughter named Hope

Behind the clouds

Mourning is my poetry
And mourning my anger also
Mourning is my poerty
I cut off my own head


The flesh is formed by platan leaves
And with water it does take root
My corpse is smiling a
Inside my mouth
Black fruit is growing

Old stone, cold, ancient
From the depths it emerges
Death is alive
And my soul is young

I grew tired too early
And I forgot my name
I beg pardon to my visage
And beg forgiveness from my child

It is not my time to live
But neither is it to die
Only within these walls in silence
To sing


Only by the horrid scream
Does the blind stone awaken
The colorless yesterday

Head flowing with blood
Head living and white
The eyes are gazing outwards
They see no lie

The lie is now dead
And it has died
The eyes search
Away from the inside

My eyes are gazing outwards
Away from me

Away from me
The light of sight is searching
I have died
But it was a lie