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Elagabalus
03:13
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Through taste of glut, a new soul formed
A permanent state of entitlement
The master of pain and of pleasure
A sinister bacchanal god
I incite and inspire
My oath, the masses
Born in reverence
Handed down, to create my will
To heir is to understand the power, (the power)
To rule overt and be unseen, (unseen)
A foot print in blood (a foot print in blood), a faceless name (a faceless name)
The slim shadow, a midnight mirage
The tool of fear
The tool of terror, my only friend
I implore the world
To fulfill, my darkest desires
To shape a country, to shape a people
I paint with blood and anguish, sculptures of rigor despair
Behind my perfect image and beyond myself
Another puppet revealed, a skinned. visceral. horror.
Abandon yourself to the grossest pleasures and ungoverned fury
I incite and aspire to my darkest desires
Power corrupts one and all
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Epoch
03:34
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Whole cities have been built in my time
Entire people have fallen or just barely survived
We will live through death of ourselves countlessly
Calculating the abyss to know why we race through our lives
Inferring bliss when we feel we are dancing on knives
We are living information to rebuild and remake are imprinted within
We are the ever-changing dawn, the Relentless
Injected into the folds of matter itself
How do the epochs of the past converge to make their own sense in the vicious surge?
What will the epoch of today reveal?
A new set of selves or a cause to steal (as our own?)
Calculating the abyss, injected into the folds of matter itself
Wake from within take a breath of the unknown
Then shed your skin and fulfill the Ouroboros
How do the epochs of the past converge to make their own sense in the vicious surge?
What will the epoch of tomorrow discover?
Only fate understands what we uncover (of ourselves)
Born from the void we assume our name
We are the ever-changing dawn, the Relentless
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A Drowning
04:15
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In the depths of the ocean lies our capitol
Submerged we spot the spires of light
A sign and a map to the city below
It's called us down for so long, finally we follow
Leaving this world behind to take the course of honor divine
Head close to succor and blind to what we know to be our broken halo
Taken to the brink of sin dropped down to Dannoura again
We know our way (the only way)
Following the Path: Deluge and Awakening
Leaving this world behind to take the course of honor divine
Head close to succor and blind to what we know to be our broken halo
Taken to the brink of sin dropped down to Dannoura again
It's not the same (the only way)
Following the Path: Deluge and Awakening
From the depths of the ocean we will rise again
Through cold black eyes we plot our design
Looking up to the tide, we'll take our revenge
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Transcend
02:42
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Relics
04:24
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The things we've done, the things we've said
All seem so small, in spite of it all
Look towards the sky, look through these hands
Makes it all so very small, in spite of it all
*The crisp cold air of dawn makes reality a thin veil*
*The clarity in the coming of day still seems fuzzy to me*
Shapes form and warp with even a breath
Exposing a fragile world under glass
Unaware of what's above the surface slowly stirs
Wind whipping dreams from its facade
Our day begins again
The things we've done, the things we've said
All seem so small, in spite of it all
Look towards the sky, look through these hands
Makes it all so very small, in spite of it all
Black clouds like impossible mountains loom
Through their roots our cities form
They shimmer ethereal through the haze
Forgotten relics beneath their waves
I look to you and I see a place that we belong
Caught in the inversion of your eyes
In this moment of peace I know you
In this moment of peace I know you
In this moment I know you as no one else will
In this moment I know you as no one else will
We meet where it's thin and time stands still
A place where souls exist in twined
We meet in the places between our lives
A state of mind
A shining light
This moment of peace defines us
Takes us to the edge of our world and binds us
To each other we are bound
To each other we are bound
To each other we are bound
The things we've done, the things we've said
All seem so small, in spite of it all
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Corona
04:52
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To be contained and yet to shine
A fixed point in space and time
The duality naturally exposed
Writhe and refract, pulse and dedact
Taking to give and giving to take
Forming an entity within my entropy
A moment of thought
The mistake of life forms
Coalescing on the flotsam of my wake
A smear on the wreckage in the ocean of my gravity
What was a perfect machine becomes an inevitability
For a near eternity I feed
For a flawed forever I burn
A smear on the wreckage in the ocean of my gravity
What was a perfect machine becomes an inevitability
The end is near (the end is here)
I eat my heart, (stars torn apart)
The bomb of ages reconstructs me
Becoming all I know, consuming all I see, the ending is me
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
And then in the blink of an eye
The antithesis realized
I am undone and made one with the universal
A void of infinite things, raw possibility
Accepted/absorbed, perfected and stored forever
*Transformed I wait for the end of time*
*A mouth gasping for the light that's mine*
*Once a god, a vision of pain*
*Constantly creating the lasting flame*
The end is near (the end is here)
I eat my heart, (stars torn apart)
The bomb of ages reconstructs me
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
Hungry still, I unfold
Violent wings on a backdrop of apparent nothing
Transformed I wait for the end of time
A cosmic crescendo, a solar scream
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The Desolation
04:40
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In the apocalyptic aftermath
A jungle of debris
The manufactured hulk voids patient
Pulsing anonymity
It's waiting for the hand of violence
To break the silent free, break the silent free
Human touch begins the cycle
Death and rebirth will play their part
The dust of ages motes around them
Inferring the darkeness of our hearts
We will always eat our dreams
We will always fall apart
Correct the future with our ignorance and flow back to the start
The hideous dance begins again
All the players stutter and start
Here stands all our pride
All life fades away
The dust of ages motes around them
Inferring the darkness of our hearts
We will always eat our dreams
We will always fall apart
Desolation in abundance feeds our fierce design
With cold and terrible intent
We swarm to dismantle mankind
The hideous dance begins again...
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A Crime Of Passion's sound combines the jarring math metal Djent of bands like Meshuggah with melodic influence of groups like Deftones. Add to that a healthy dose of Melodeath inspired harmony and riffing with singing epic guitar leads and just maybe you can visualize what A Crime of Passion sounds like. Please listen and decide for yourself. ... more
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