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Photic
03:29
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Darkened and plundered
By black shadows from the sky,
this land is dying, is running dry
It grows sorrow, weak illusions,
Spreading fear and desperaton
And we’re craving for hope
while crawling down on knees
our voices won’t be heard.
Your prayers won’t be accepted.
Our life won’t be protected
But reaped and eradicated without care
Mournful shadows
Fed by pain
Darkness rising
Burns us alive
Mankind is no longer human,
this land is running dry.
Feelings and emotons, they don’t grow from this burnt soil.
And we’re fghtng for freedom,
while dragging heavy chains.
our voices won’t be heard.
Your prayers won’t be accepted.
Our life won’t be protected
But reaped and eradicated without care
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2. |
Pelagic
02:28
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Life made of Lies, orders, and no explanatons.
Is that true we’re born free
and then caged under rules?
Lobotomized and bound in our misery
Beings against beings, face against face
fghtng an eternal, endless, pointless war
It’s Us against Us, sons of the same nature,
under the tred gaze of our old, helpless mother
Will this be our end?
Darkness wants it to be so.
Survive or surrender?
Now there’s a void, which once was existence
We are what we have, consumer machines
And no one takes a stand,
to set ourselves free
In which directon are we going,
by holding material possession so strong?
Will this be our end?
Darkness wants it to be so.
Survive or surrender?
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Aphotic
02:48
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In these days our emotons are seized in touch-screen jails
We keep closed our small pixeled eyes,
and keeping locked our minds
waitng for the USB injecton that will provide us life
Technological birth-control
Byte afer byte, File afer fle, Lie afer lie,
No choice to reboot
No choice to reborn
No way to fght
This system decide all your operatons
Scan, print and send Us as digital informatons
We’re losing flesh,
We’re losing consistence
Binary code is all about existence
No choice to reboot
No choice to reborn
No way to fght
Byte afer byte, File afer fle, Lie afer lie
No choice to reboot
No choice to reborn
No way to fght
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4. |
Bathyal
03:09
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Who is deciding for us? Who took control?
Invented our gods, invented our laws,
This system, perpetual machine,
breaks our legs and drinking blood
from our bruised knees.
This system engenders diversites through discriminatons, wars and accusatons
Existence became a property and feelings are reduced to a mere calculaton
Piles of observant corpses, our souls are long tme gone
Lost in the nothingness, on a path that’s stll unknown
This system engenders diversites through discriminatons, wars and accusatons
Existence became a property and feelings are reduced to a mere calculaton
We produce, we are proft, we’re just naive gears
Do we stll want to be part of this engine which harvests
Death, sickness, decay and abominatons
Do we stll want to be part of this engine that lef us hopeless
We produce, we are proft, we’re just naive gears
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5. |
Abyss
03:33
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Gored eyes, we cannot see
Torn pieces of flesh and skin
Lack of strength in one last breath
Too weak to feel this freezing wind
The rage burns
Our strained hands
Our clenched fsts
They claim revenge
It’s getng harder, our wounds are sore
But the flames are burning, our march is on
Lords of the dark, Who envenomed our souls
We are the damned, be ready for the war
The rage burns
Our strained hands
Our clenched fsts
They claim revenge
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6. |
Demersal
03:25
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So we designed ourselves
As the Alpha element
In this sick planet
Predators, exploiters,Hungry for power
Eatng like vultures,
Perched on poor people’s shoulders
Self-elected intelligent by our own science,
Lying on the morals set by religions
We occupied the top
of the hierarchy
Prevailing on nature, on feelings
With undisputed blind trust
Following the mass. Where’s this leading us?
Predators, exploiters,
Hungry for power
Eatng like vultures,
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7. |
Hadal
02:55
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Hollow corpses
Floatng bodies over the seafoam
Swollen limbs on the surface
Obstructed line of sight, no way to go ahead
‘Cause the pain increases as the muscles flex
Hollow corpses and blank stares everywhere
These waters have swallowed our souls
Black waters of oblivion
Our feeling's weight drown us
into this abyss of modern life
Hollow corpses and blank stares everywhere
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8. |
Benthic
03:32
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Thousand thorns made of broken glass
Pierced our flesh, took away our dreams
These stains of blood are the undying mark
Of what we did to be alive
Safety is so frail, the walls are collapsing
Blood will flow, this struggle has no end
The fog emerges from these angry waves
And leaves us disoriented, wants to drag us down
Our screams of vengeance are tearing down the sky
But seems no one will listen, we’re losing the aim
Undefeatable force. Darkness reigns here
Time is relentless, and the end is near
Thousand thorns made of broken glass
Pierced our flesh, took away our dreams
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