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Limbo
02:55
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I am the Lord of Deadside,
Shadowborn at the confluence
of worlds to walk between.
Liveside is without the meaning
That my partly living
Possesses here in Deadside,
Where the darkness is manifest
At the edges of reason.
As a God,
I step forth upon the writhing, supporating surface
of the Deadside serpent.
What sleep is here?
What dreams there are
In the unctious coilings of the snake's mortal shuffling.
Weapon in my hand, my hand, the arching deathblow
at the End of All Things.
The Horror, the horror,
I embrace it.
Unsalvaged souls drift beyond the Marrow Gates
for an eternity of waiting.
This infinite limbo,
This Wasteland.
This untamed, unatural afterbirth
I command with my endless darkness.
What ineffable secrets are whispered
Within the Paths of Shadow?
What red-edged realities, rising bleak
above the blasted skyline?
Deadwing, Duppy, Zombiemother,
This voodoo lord outlasts them all.
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Tower
03:13
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And into Asylum
Like a great, black engine
Roaring to eternity
Ravaging the already benighted landscape
With its savage, malevolent presence.
And within the legions of the truly damned,
Insanity. Sheer and stark
And once in human form
Now gutted and torn
By eons of glutted indulgence.
Their bloodlust flecking the oily walls,
Living in the shrieks of victims ensnared
Hanged, drawn and quartered
By the serpents squalid writhings.
This is the place
I have not wanted to dream of,
And the dream is now a place I partly live through.
I've followed the dark souls trail into the Asylum,
But where are The Five?
Five mortal men
Touched by the power of the Dark Souls.
No Mask of Shadows
Controlling and channeling
The dark power.
It twists their minds,
Fills their already tainted hearts
With even greater perversions
And a hatred so terrible it has sent them insane.
I have entered the Asylum,
A truly terrible place, far more dreadful
Than even the most twisted mind could have imagined.
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Conflagration
02:00
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The way I see it
You trap two souls
And keep them in a state of flux
Between the worlds
One in Deadside and the other in Live side.
Neither can cross over
From one plane of existence to the next
Nor pass on beyond.
Ergo, a schism,
or bridge is formed
Between the worlds.
So yes, You're looking for five ritually slaughtered corpses
Somewhere in the asylum.
Spoken of in whispers
At the Deadside margins
In the hushed and shivering tones
Of the lurking, lurching revenants.
These ancient places,
Blood temples to the Loa,
Spoken of in whispers
At the Deadside margins
In the hushed and shivering tones
Of the lurking, lurching revenants.
Where the Dark Souls did find
Their secret corner
Hidden by the sanguinary sisters
Steeped in voodoo lore.
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Tyranny
03:15
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And deeper still,
The morbid mystery entwines.
What love I ever had for life
Should find its place in here,
Locked within a cankered cell.
Beset by madmen,
Chained to Hell.
And deeper still,
A vast, dark love I find.
Within Asylum's darkly thrumming heart.
No love of mine, not mine to love
For twisted is the purity of that finer thing
And I should lay my partly living down
To free the world from terrors,
Tyranny.
The Five are mortal men
Under the influence of a greater evil.
They are the heralds of the Apocolypse,
Opening the way for the armies of darkness.
The power of the Dark Souls
Unleashed upon the Earth.
Bringer of Night, L'Eclipser,
Release the Shadow into the world of men.
Bringer of Night, L'Eclipser,
Release the Shadow into the world of men.
La Soleiel, Brother Sun...
La Luna, Sister Moon...La Lame,
The power that binds.
And the sorceress fell into a deep trance,
Her powers exhausted.
And a Shadow did fall,
Upon the world of men.
The Prophecy is fulfilled.
It is done, seek out The Five.
Destroy them and the evil that controls them.
I must sleep....must sleep.
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Engine Block
01:01
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6. |
Playrooms
02:43
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What further horrors lie within this terrible place?
Wherein in a time
Before these catastrophic events,
I would have willingly accepted
Pallid immitations of such horrors.
I now have come so far
My sensibilities lie benumbed
By all I see
I do not embrace this horror.
But rather, stand immobile
Beneath its self-indulgent gaze.
Confusion reigns
And I fear the God within the machine
is no longer there.
In praise of the Gads, tattoed trinity,
Drumming ineffable power
Burning through the flesh.
My ebon body wrought
With arcane designs
Drawn by the Deadside's dragon breath
and entreated by the talons of the terrible mother.
Dread beauty brings them unto me
In praise of the Gads, tattoed trinity,
Drumming ineffable power
In praise of the Gads, tattoed trinity,
Drumming ineffable power
Palms to flame, Soles to fire
Palms to flame, soles to fire,
Black-bloodsong coursing
Through the dragon's searing veins.
Palms to flame, soles to fire,
Black-bloodsong coursing
Through the dragon's searing veins.
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Undercity
02:56
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The last of the ancient place lies beyond.
These trials of Gads
To prove that taker of the souls is me,
The Shadow Man of Prophecy.
Tested, tried, and placed.
Upon the altar of this damndest destiny.
For there can only be the one
In a long and lusting line of warrior gods.
Tis I, the truth is plain upon my back,
My arms and in my eyes.
I am the one, the Shadow Man of Prophecy.
I feel as though my powers are at their peak.
The souls within me burn
With a dreadful fire that threatens to consume me.
I must excercise the utmost care
From hereon in or find myself succumbing
to Asylum's dark allure.
Do not walk softly into the eyes of the Dragon.
Do not accept the loathsome embrace of the beast
At the heart of the horror.
But instead, discover the fearsome face,
Teeth bared, eyes aspark with ice-cold hate,
Sinews braced for the fall.
And yet, I feel the beast
Does not await me at the mazes dark core.
I am on the edge of knowing
and yet I am afraid that the knowledge
Will cause me to walk,
A willing sacrifice, into the jaws of the Dragon.
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The Watchers of the Gate of Souls shall make the way,
The Five are red in teeth and claw,
The head, the heart, the hands, and the eyes,
All combine and create the Five.
For we are many...
For in the western deserts
He finds a form
He is the Child with the Mouth of Blood,
The bleakness before the Beginning of time,
He is the glint of ice in a murderer's eye,
The savage heart of every crime.
For we are many...
And lo, if War should have a face,
This one of Five would show the bleeding mask,
Ears pricked to savor every scream,
Teeth bared to strip the carcass wet,
And tongues to lap the vessels dry.
For we are many...
The knife shall curve its bloody ritual,
A sanguinary return to a darker place.
Flesh running cold with the shedding tears,
To shred, to cut, to slice, to know
The weeping wound and its glooming soul.
For We Are many...
From the east the idiot monster cometh,
With nails to announce the blasphemous intent.
In still dark chambers it awaits, the Shadow
Ebon body, scars the power,
Dark Messiah with a hideous strength.
For We Are Many...
The Lizard King shall lead the Five
From out of the southern gaol shall cut his bloody swathe.
True hate shall find a way
In Him the Darkness stands revealed,
His eyes as void as a dead man's gaze,
As cold as the light from a dying star.
For we are many...
I am the lord of deadside, walker between the worlds, immortal voodoo warrior.
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9. |
Abolition
04:18
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