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Tenebrae
08:36
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Tendrils of night encroaching
Shadows drawing near
Heralds of darkness approaching
gather all who would hear
Tristis est anima mea usque ad mortem :
sustinete hic, et vigilate mecum :
nunc videbitis turbam, quæ circumdabit me.
Vos fugam capietis, et ego vadam immolari pro vobis.
Ecce appropinquat hora, et Filius hominis tradetur in manus peccatorum.
Vos fugam capietis, et ego vadam immolari pro vobis.
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Four Thousand Winters
11:25
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Pinions of ice
Shackles of flame
Dungeon of guilt
Fortress of shame
The unformed depths
of the dominion of death
An arrow of light through the darkness of pain
The embers of hope rekindle to flame
A torrent of blood dissolving the chains
The wings of life unfurling again
And death shall have no dominion
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Kedron
04:07
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Thou Man of grief, remember me,
Who never canst Thyself forget.
Thy last expiring agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.
Father, if I may call Thee so,
Regard my fearful heart’s desire;
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!
I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll.
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As the Sparks Fly Upward
15:21
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Not from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance;
But we are born to cares and woes –
A sad inheritance!
As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upwards borne,
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
Not all the pains that e’er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more
Than what the Father please.
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful sound
To praise the eternal God
Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies,
My God shall live an endless day,
When th' old creation dies.
Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Longs to view His glorious face,
Upward tends to His abode,
To rest in His embrace.
Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
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Lone Pilgrim Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Progressive Funeral Doom. Lyrical and visual content does not necessarily represent the beliefs of the artist.
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