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Cult of Reapers
04:15
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I awake in a desolate room
With my limbs tied to a chair
I try to see but the black takes hold
Entombed in shadows
Out of nowhere they appear, out the door across the room
Holding candles, that light the shadows
Faces blocked by hoods, covering the thing I’d like to see
Painting pictures in my mind, will I live, or will I die?
Candles places in a sigil
Meant to signify the devil
Candles light the faces
Underneath the cloaks
That skinless, skeletal face
That I gaze upon, frightens me
Realization hits, I am dead
Watching them pull out, their shining scythes
I weep and chuckle, at the sight
The sight of the cult, that took my life
Cult of Reapers
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White Light
06:05
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Lie in bed
Tired and cold
All alone
Everyone is gone
Gone before me
I'm the last
Seen my family
Perish, with my eyes
No will to eat, no will to drink
No will keep my eyes open, for much longer
That feeling, of confusion
Is it the end, or the beginning
Closing my eyes
Viewing my memories
From the beginning
Good, and bad
Seeing my mother
And my father
And me
Running, through the grass
Seeing my child
Slip through my hands
Seeing my love
Eternally rest
Surrounded by white
With my best friend
I am showed the way
To my journeys end
Waiting to, finally see
Everyone who left me
I walk gracefully into
That vivid, White Light
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Patterned Skulls
04:09
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Awaken
From my rest
That deep exhale
Spikes curiosity
I go outside
Across the site
A being of demise
Locks with my eyes
Gargantuan height
Frail, but vigorous limbs
Head topped with antlers
Tusks protruding from cheeks
Skull face
With beautiful patterns
Its bright green eyes
Lock in with mine
Moving swift
To my position
Transformed into me
Identical imitation
Rips my flesh
From my bones
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Blue Fingers
08:20
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Lost, no direction in sight
Unable, to find my way
The ground, is covered in white
The trees, block out the sky
Shielded, with the help of the leaves
My throat, a season of drought
Hunger, takes over my mind
I, I must go
Cold
Alone
I walk
Aimlessly
Lost my way, Lost all hope for me
Lost the feel in my fingers my toes and my legs
All I have is my fate, no safety no guarantee
Of life or death or anything in between
I will wait to see what will happen to me
Will I live, will I die, will I make it out alive
I can't feel my own flesh I can see, the cold spread
I prepare for the worst, I lay down and die
Limbs, turn from pink to blue
No pain, only the cold
Blue to Black, no feeling left at all
Freezing darkness, take me with your curse
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Ways to the Grave New Jersey
Progressive Death Metal Band from New Jersey
Our Debut Ep "Cult of Reapers" is out now!
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