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the end is cold
07:07
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the end is cold, dark, and empty
into the void, meaningless movement
a blind hope keeps us running
at each breath, silently approaching
life will persist, but not for the living
a ruthless price, no gold can pay
a veil of oblivion, no one can tame
be king or pawn, no one escapes
the end will come and you will embrace it
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2. |
crossing the river
08:07
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this river is mute, flows in full, it runs too deep, no tide to be seen
the ferryman waits at the shore, to cross it once more
through the mist of these waters into the great unknown
we all have been warned: of us, only one will return
the stream seems so deep, the air is so cold, no reflection to look upon
inside the coffer, my heart is full, heavy with deeds, hope, and awe
crossing the river, angst disappears
there's nothing to doubt, nothing to fear
will you stand by my side, across the river, help me to carry my heart?
the smell of dawn, a salty evening wind, all the colours of the sun burning my skin
the first snow, falling so slow, sand under my feet, the rain singing along as seasons unfold
a rumbling thunder screams from afar, the growl of the tides breaking ashore
for sure, I will miss it all
but then we'll be free from ego, from fear, from suffering
but then we'll be free from lies, from hate, from agony
row! don't look back, row, just row!
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sickness
02:50
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corrupted, defeated
a cursed sinking ship
this cage is broken, a house in flames
these walls are cracking
overpressure melting the core
corroded, eroded, reduced to a survival thread
a selfish, faceless fiend
divides to conquer, spreads within
it feasts on your thin blood
it harvests your faint hope
weak and frail, powerless
purged through pain
yearn for its end
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primavera
08:43
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parasites
11:03
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teeth of steel suck her blood, modern witchcraft puke on her
burn the skies with pride and will, to feed their soulless, iron beasts.
how much is enough? where is the line to stop?
how long will they feed on their Mother's skin?
her hair cut, her skin pierced - fuel for an endless fire of greed
the seas choke, and they laugh while bathing in her cry
in the willows, a whisper sings a tale of love, a song of betrayal
the day will come to harvest what was sowed - all deeds, rights, and wrongs, will be given in return
but for now, the worms will carry on
it will never be enough, until there's no more
but for now, the worms will carry on
singing out loud their twisted dread song
achievements of lesser gods playing with their vain toys
but for now, the worms will carry on
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until the last wave
13:00
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this boat is outworn and dry, its sails patched, the hull scratched, and no paint left
all ropes are worn but tidily in place, the keel is old but stiff still
the mast humble but firm, and from bow to stern, all waves have been crushed
cliffs and Sirens will not refrain this vessel from keep on wandering through the tides
I will sail past the last sunset, across the horizon’s very end
I will still sail regardless of the storm, and how strong the wind might be
I will sail through the cold sharp, rain until the very last wave
I will sail until there's no more sea until there's any wind left
I will sail up to my last breath, until my final heartbeat
I will still sail, regardless of the squall, and how far a safe harbour might be
I will sail towards the ocean’s end, until the very last wave
Fool little man, did you really believe you could overcome me?
I am the Endless Sea!
There are no heroes here, no victories.
But if you truly wish, come to me - I'll be waiting.
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at the precipice
07:57
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you stare into the abyss once again
wait for echoes, what could have been
listen to old rivers unfold into a familiar song
from far, the Sirens call you
a mist of dark waters blurs their tune
at the bottom, the sun doesn't shine
the void looks at you - as always does
you're eager to dive all way through
to drown once again into a song of ruin
you dive way down into the abyss
the dark, cold sea embraces your fears
you return there, as always before
the comfort of the anguish you know
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sisyphus
14:23
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clean the sweat from your forehead - there's still an endless path ahead
get yourself back on track - there's no excuse to stop here
repeat, redo, persist, until you're through
carry the weight of this world, and all others that you may come across
don't need any help, don't bother to ask - there's nothing here to be saved, nothing to be fixed
this is your fate, these are your aches, one must do what has to be done
at each stumble, rise again, raise your head and clean up the dirt
I just need a rest, give me a second to catch my breath
everything is alright, I only need to clear my mind
let me just take a rest, let me just catch my breath
I am just fine, only need some more time
just need a minute to rest, a second to clear my head
I'll catch up in no time, everything is just fine
clean the sweat from the forehead - see? we are back on track
rise again, raise your head, clean up the dirt and go straight ahead
repeat, redo, persist, we´re still not through
and if the world stops to turn, just spin it once more
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acceptance
03:12
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