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• Artiste: Beheaded
• Titre: Horde Of The Stolen Sun
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A solitary descent amid the twisting depths Tracing the downward spiral trailed by the dead On the merge of desperation, inhaling pain Suffused in ruins and never to rise again Devoid of hope - injected by binding fear Wet my arid spirit, I bathe in lakes of tears Wailing melodies dissatiate my craving heart Venture to face doom and uncoil the lost art Artistic will banishes confinements of human expression Creativity pushed beyond the point of comprehension Celestial music unbinds the spirit from earthly flesh Initiating another cycle aside this realm of emptiness Cosmic planes dominated by swarms of silence Numb beings roam the seas of mental muteness Frigid limbs set the path towards absolute rigor Where howling winds are the sole agitators Creativity pushed beyond the point of comprehension Celestial music unbinds the spirit from earthly flesh Initiating another cycle aside this realm of emptiness Where the howling winds are the sole agitators Cosmic planes dominated by swarms of silence Numb beings roam the seas of mental muteness Frigid limbs set the path towards absolute rigor Dominions frozen in time, and eternally gone Entities in wait for the day that never dawned Skies oozing blood of the suffering ones Drenching in red the horde of the stolen sun Artistic will banishes confinements of human expression Creativity pushed beyond the point of comprehension Celestial music unbinds the spirit from earthly flesh Initiating another cycle aside this realm of emptiness Cosmic planes dominated by swarms of silence Numb beings roam the seas of mental muteness Frigid limbs set the path towards absolute rigor Where howling winds are the sole agitators Creativity pushed beyond the point of comprehension Celestial music unbinds the spirit from earthly flesh Initiating another cycle aside this realm of emptiness Where the howling winds are the sole agitators