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Temples shunned and forbidden, through sleepless hours, in the nexus of contradiction
we are nowhere
A phoenix brought back into suffering, in restless woe, and we are nowhere
as an uninvited guest in the flesh of a pious man
You face the mirror forced to confess, as an uninvited guest in the flesh of a pious man
in the nexus of contradiction
Are you not as ashes born without flames, and we are nowhere, alike an angel of sinister hunger
In the nexus of contradiction, in restless woe
Alike an angel of sinister hunger, you face the mirror forced to confess
In the center of the night, at the diabolist coven
kneeling with heads touching burning coal
And when we dare to lose ourselves to that aching silence, when their outer shells shine with the fires of hell, it leaves me numb with sheer fear
Hallucinations that grow into bridges to possession, kneeling with heads touching burning coal Mortuus, and when we dare to lose ourselves to that aching silence
Scourging the roots of life, a phoenix brought back into suffering
We become unable tell where the darkness end and we begin, a stranger is born within, wading in the water of astral shadows
and we are nowhere
in sleepless hours
You face the mirror forced to confess, and we are nowhere
in places out of reach
Are you not as ashes born without flames, in the nexus of contradiction
Nerve by nerve, at the diabolist coven Torches, wading in the water of astral shadows
as an uninvited guest in the flesh of a pious man
temples shunned and forbidden
And we are nowhere, as an uninvited guest in the flesh of a pious man
kneeling with heads touching burning coal
Nerve by nerve, in the commotion in between
With the chains of effort shattered, in places out of reach
in the commotion in between
Kneeling with heads touching burning coal, and we are nowhere
i stare myself blind at the stranger in the mirror
A stranger is born within, hallucinations that grow into bridges to possession, with a fiendish notion even unto ourselves
A phoenix brought back into suffering, you face the mirror forced to confess
Where worlds collide in bleak stains, in restless woe, a stranger is born within
In restless woe, in restless woe, it leaves me numb with sheer fear
in the nexus of contradiction
a stranger is born within
a breach between the worlds
Imagine what could be sleeping in abodes like these, in restless woe
where the veil separating night and day is so thin
where the substance of god is fouled
Where ashes are born without fire, in the center of the night Mortuus, in the nexus of contradiction
deeper and deeper
Echoes of our intense calling resounds, where the substance of god is fouled Torches, in the center of the night
In the center of the night, with the chains of effort shattered, where the substance of god is fouled
hallucinations that grow into bridges to possession
And we are nowhere, a phoenix brought back into suffering Mortuus, the names called are breeding and multiplying through themselves
Where the veil separating night and day is so thin, wading in the water of astral shadows
Imagine what could be sleeping in abodes like these, deeper and deeper Mortuus, with a fiendish notion even unto ourselves
imagine what could be sleeping in abodes like these