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Haunted Colors
01:23
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I see
faces
in the grass
blood
on stones
I see
the yellow
sign
haunted colors
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2. |
Black Moon Prayer
03:40
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O dead queen, O hidden other
Cynthia twice diminished
in darkness veiled
Let there be haunting presence
Let there be eerie calm
O still moon, sing mute
Still moon sings mute
Ghostly footsteps chime
on vanishing land, altars decay
Monuments stare at nothing
O heavenly impossibilities
Heavenly bodies be still
Unweeping angels stare
Goddess marble eyed
That in Carcosa slept
Dark circles drawn in dust
Music of Black Moon
For hearts at home in Hell
Earth-carcass cast aside
Godless marble eyes
In Gnostic indignation
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The Chariot
03:08
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Itโs all been anticipated
Nothing scares me anymore
Watch me ride my goat full circle
Peace found at the finish line
Living in light made me manic
Living in dark made me blind
Constant twilight leaves you drowsy
In abyss there are no eyes
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Seaside City
05:21
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In a mysterious seaside city
All that's been built by man shall perish
Beneath the water, something's hidden
Beyond a mortal comprehension
The eyes of living do not wander
Among the groves, the rocks, the clouds
You shall avert your eyes in shame
For all you look at, it looks back
As trees push up, the man-flesh rots
Their roots dig down while buildings crumble
The waves all roar and crash ashore
They pick your bones a ghastly white
The sea-bound secret stays untouched
It guards itself in its great power
What rests beneath can't be described
No man has seen the ancient horror
I have walked there, in solitude
Leaving no footprints in the sand
I dreamt of walking next to you
Your flesh is heavy with ambitions
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Uttunul Helsinki, Finland
Post-industrial ritual nightmares.
Apocalyptic folk horror.
Haunted bliss.
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