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• Artiste: Slægt
• Titre: The Wheel
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Dead, slow sand Fall from above Red, right hands Tied in cuffs Essence bound in forgery Corona-crowned, mad ovaries Potential kings Are seized in here In forward thrust In cyclic rape Demiurge lust Obsessive drape Sad existence parallel With every toll on demon bells Insane embrace To crush dead space “Hear me now! I know That time is no prison I made a vow To prove That clocks have no rhythm In my cradle Before this mess I saw beyond it I learned to express The inner works Of all in this room” The wheel has no limits The wheel has no end We’re all trapped within it We have to transcend Its forceful enslavement Of fireborn souls Before our flames Are swallowed whole Ancient mist Blinding gloom An iron fist Forced through the womb Pleasantries are but a myth Once you sail upon this ship Obey or fall Within these walls “Hear me now! You know That life is no prison Make a vow And learn That death is no schism In your cradle Before this stress You knew the way To manifest The inner world Of lifes sacred tomb” The wheel has no limits The wheel has no end I’m trapped within it I have to transcend Its forceful enslavement Of all I hold dear And break Its grinding gears “Do you know What to do? 
Can you tell What you need?
 Have you learned To push through?
 And run from graves” I despise All you are All these lies And the stars And so this tale Begins again.