Warloghe
Logos of All-That-Ends

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• 1. Sound of Anticreation (03:22)
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  Where I walk
  Wind's soft caress
  Flowers spring to bloom
  And yet
  Everything is not as it had been
  Mould grows
  
  When I lay down
  Worms rise to greet me
  They bend in strange ways
  One is white - Wrought with decay
  One is from deeper down
  
  Where I walk
  Silence falls
  Dead grass bows down
  Everything is as it should be
  As it should have always been
  
  When I lie down
  I levitate
  Flesh below me trembles
  What once flowed
  Now does not
  As atoms are torn apart
• 2. Anticreator's Gateway (03:20)
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• 3. Ingress Through Sanguinary Spheres (05:46)
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  Halos ascend and angled roots pierce
  Dimensions turn grey
  I move into the house of light
  
  What will be buried
  Will rain down
  In an endless cycle
  
  My will propagates
  Twists and turns
  Burns anew
  
  Again
  and again
  and again
  
  (Yet) The dead mouth beneath
  Speaks with aesthetics of death
  
  Pass the veil
  Draw down the flame
  Wear the mane of man
  
  Hear the tongue of the sovereign one
  
  Long darkness precedes
  The ascent into aether
  
  I move into the black house
  And nothing follows
  
  Sacrifice of others
  Lays down its roots
  For sacrifice of self
  To grow into a mighty tree
  
  Black holes escape its branches
  In endless succession
  
  This tree bears the name of sacrifice
  It opens the threshold to second to last
  The abyss awakens beside it
• 4. Grave Sentience (05:36)
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  What was yours is now mine
  In this world and in what is beyond
  
  What was you resides in me
  
  A breath of air
  Inhaled like fragrant spring
  
  A shell dissolves, yet you revolve
  A star
  The horned sun that ends all
  
  Hands reflect stars already lost
  That fed the graves
  
  What was all, is now all
  It is more luminous and complex
  
  Affixed between the eye and the star
  Gaze upon its brilliance
  Invite it in
  
  Facets multiply
  Enshrouding new forms of madness
  And a glimpse of something deeply hidden
  
  This is the beauty of the corpse
  
  What constellations lie beyond
  Hidden beneath this frail skin
• 5. Austere Light of Endless Abysses (04:00)
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  An eye from within
  A silver moon that feeds
  
  A man reborn
  Walks into the spiraling abyss
  
  Where the rest is shed
  Burned off your body
  Made into mould again
  
  Past sacred flesh
  Past sinewy groves
  Frail curtains of bone
  
  A crown lowered
  Unto a bloody brow
  
  A man is born
  In the spiraling abyss
  
  Where thoughts infect neighboring minds
  Visions seek out them all
  
  What follows this black void
  Exceeds in luminance
  The holy star that is
• 6. Thousandth Dream (07:21)
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  What follows the dreams of sanguine glow
  Beneath the black soil
  Once opaque
  Bright now
  They shine
  
  The sun - No more
  All lights fade away
  
  The abyss awakens
  The self and all
  All that hear
  All that see
  The abyss awakens
  
  From profound rifts it seeps
  Into being
  
  Traversing pathways
  Unable to withstand its glory
  This body falls apart
  As heavy waves break the bonds
  
  Bright advocator - Now bound by none
  
  Open!
  
  Behold - the Eternal Well
  Its boundaries infinite
  It sings to me so solemnly
  
  Faces - Skulls
  Drawn in front of me
  I beg them to follow
  The winding path to my iron throne
  
  Inexorable tear
  Proceed as you must
  Exsanguinating womb
  Forever for the eye to turn
  
  Thousandth dream of nightmares
• 7. Upon the Rotting Threshold (06:24)
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  As accretion disks around their temples slowly turn
  The skull is eclipsed
  Umbra forms on its mouth
  
  Spines rotate into spirals
  
  One by one they fall
  See them! - Descend!
  
  Feel the words that slowly drip
  From otherworldly eyes
  
  An all enveloping entropy calls
  A turbulent wind grows
  Its ring of the deepest bell
  Bleeds light from the stars
  
  Through them silver tendrils shine
  With asymmetries of end-times
  
  Into the depths of the darkest grove of offerings
  Smeared across the pattern that veils all
  
  As flesh folds - So does space
  As flesh unfolds
  So do crystalline structures unfold
  
  My tongue is crimson
  And i am thousand faced
Durée: 35:49