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• Artiste: Lost-in-Place
• Titre: Kardion (Remains)
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The truth became so near. Vision, which once was so occluded; now my sight seems so clear. The road i walk on moans with pain as i take these steps down Memory's dark and ruined lane. And clouds of ash rain down despair. The silence speaks eloquently of destruction; The telltale scars are everywhere. But now i stare in disbelief from my seat, the blackened throne of remembrance No structure left standing, no thing uncorrupted with grief Can i carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open... Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me. Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself) The truth derailed by fear. Vision, once in terror secluded; now i fight to get clear. And though i shiver i am warm the fires of desolation a comfort on this ruined form. All things within view have been painted with a palette drained of life And though i turn to walk away i cannot escape that which is carried inside So should i carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open... Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me. Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself) But i still carry on, though hope is dead inside me and life is foreign Carrion, the ones that feed on the dead find a home within me. Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself