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THE ERUPTION
... and after years in dark tunnels
he came to silence
there was nothing...
he realised that the cheering cries of worship
were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
in hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
"From nothing came all I ever knew"
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
just silent and bewildered
by the emptiness
he stumbled off his throne
suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open
and an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light
"What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?
No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight."
"By nothing, resurrection will be pure."
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
wiping dust off his shoulders
just silent now
in this emptiness
leaving all behind
step by step
past all past
slowly he approached the surface
nothing left
to sacrifice
the mirrors mocked him on the way
THORNS ON MY GRAVE
I hereby commit my body to the ground
sterilised and wrapped in plastic foil
being an object of this space and time
this body should remain concealed
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
I could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
since the first glimpse of my existence
I have fed this greedy infection
an aimless search for potential persistence
found no escape from the fatal injection of life
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
it could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
I am the father
I am the son
my refugee soul has escaped
this body depraved
of final wishes I ask none
but one
now that I am gone
lay thorns on my grave
Emperor is fucking flawless.
... and after years in dark tunnels
he came to silence
there was nothing...
he realised that the cheering cries of worship
were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
in hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
"From nothing came all I ever knew"
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
just silent and bewildered
by the emptiness
he stumbled off his throne
suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open
and an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light
"What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?
No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight."
"By nothing, resurrection will be pure."
and he beheld the ruins
of an empire torn apart
wiping dust off his shoulders
just silent now
in this emptiness
leaving all behind
step by step
past all past
slowly he approached the surface
nothing left
to sacrifice
the mirrors mocked him on the way
THORNS ON MY GRAVE
I hereby commit my body to the ground
sterilised and wrapped in plastic foil
being an object of this space and time
this body should remain concealed
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
I could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
since the first glimpse of my existence
I have fed this greedy infection
an aimless search for potential persistence
found no escape from the fatal injection of life
for it holds every disease
ever exposed
it holds all pain and death
it could ever unleash
beneath deceiving, fragile skin
breathes the ever growing hate within
I am the father
I am the son
my refugee soul has escaped
this body depraved
of final wishes I ask none
but one
now that I am gone
lay thorns on my grave
Emperor is fucking flawless.