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• Artiste: Atherial
• Titre: The Devicer
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Upon the unborn, as a Devicer Wed as a lock upon a door In abolition In the faltering of guided intent Oh, what am I to be, as such? In this transmutation Anchored of admiration Limited of disposition You tireless despots Fabricate my prison (All they want is) To shepherd forth the grandest kind: about divide, inferno Of our attributes we acquiesce to comprehend these Binding forces (For I smell a fragrance between your attainments As though it snakes through the skin of your vessel Now, of grandeur's essence, you feel my mark Universal: perched on the alcove, in the heart of your mind's eye) I am insurrection My origin is crossed: undone From the lyre the made the first sound So too did you feel the touch of the hand that plucked it You are stripped of your strings Impotence, I am a frigid frame Impotence Impotence, I am a cast of a frigid frame Guarded from the folly of intrinsic weakness Shelled within the maw of the fire Delivered of the tether holding my essence I remain transfixed Inculcating ambition Reciprocating bounded souls, weathering the plight of disaster The contagion that fills us Finds rest in the culling of my will Alas, unwritten longing To fear not the sun though it burns. Fear not the sun though it burns.