1. |
Into The Sky
04:03
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Distorted Illusions
Feelings of control
(Feelings of control)
What we have created
Destroys our freedom
(Our freedom)
Ask yourself
Is what we receive
Justifying what we’ve done
Is it even enough
Beg for the day
It’s yours to reclaim
Do with it what you will
Facing the Sun
Fire the gun
Send off your spirit into the sky
Contorted Delusions
Movements of control
(Movements of control)
What we have created
Destroys our freedom
(Our freedom)
What can you offer
The seeker of wisdom
If his time can’t be bought
Beg for the day
It’s yours to reclaim
Do with it what you will
Facing the Sun
Fire the gun
Send off your spirit into the sky
Extorted solutions
Fear of our control
(Fear of our control)
What we’ve been fabricating
Will destroy our freedom
(Our Freedom)
Beg for the day
It’s yours to reclaim
Do with it what you will
Facing the Sun
Fire the gun
Send off your spirit into the sky
Into the sky
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2. |
Frostbite
04:32
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Winds howl through the cracks in my bones
A hollow chamber where my heart used to be
The frigid cold leaves me bitter and numb
My soul's like stone, dead beneath the ice
White snow, grey skies
These frozen vessels won't sustain my life
An empty, lifeless corpse
is all that's left of me
My one and only hope,
taken away permanently
Looking back to a time where there was life.
Free like a bird, how time flies.
Oh, how darkness overcame the light
How our world is succumbing to frostbite.
A stone will rise, and all will gather
for the final words to be said.
Snow falls from the cloud that followed me
and left a shadow over my head.
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3. |
A Perfect World
03:48
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Wide awake, in bed,
pondering thoughts
of what's going to happen next.
What else can go wrong?
Crippling thoughts
spinning through my head.
In a perfect world,
I'd feel at peace.
My darkest nightmares,
spawn my dreams.
Beyond the chaos, my clarity,
in a perfect world.
Terrified of dawn.
All that I love,
in a moment, it's all gone.
Is this what life can bring?
In this figment of time,
can I salvage anything?
In a perfect world,
I'd feel at peace.
My darkest nightmares
spawn my dreams.
Beyond the chaos, my clarity,
in a perfect world.
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4. |
Her Toxic Touch
05:45
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She leaves a draft behind her when she turns her back on me,
but the abandonment's what helps me rest comfortably.
With every glare, it's like she sees the void within my soul.
She reposesses every inch, suffocating when she lets go.
Bound, by every bone.
Each lash is a reminder that
I'm not alone.
Her grip around my neck relieves me from my breath
A rush of ecstasy comes with the blood dripped down my chest.
Her toxic touch,
a necrotizing defect.
I fall apart,
crawling like an insect.
In hindsight, I kept her away.
That's all I had left that was keeping me sane.
I found her. All she had to say,
was to close my eyes, and give in to the pain.
Now, come back to me.
Home's where the heart is,
I need reconstructive surgery.
Grown attached to me,
a silhouette of torture,
shadows that will set me free.
Her toxic touch,
a necrotizing defect
I fall apart,
crawling like an insect.
Corrosive touch,
a necrotizing defect
Back to the start,
crawling like an insect.
In hindsight, I kept her away.
That's all I had left that was keeping me sane.
I found her. All she had to say,
was to close my eyes, and give in to the pain
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5. |
Atmospheric Mortis
04:18
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The darkness surrounds me.
A cold, dead night is so comforting
when the fog rolls over the ones that we've put to rest.
There is no warmth on the battlefield.
The embers slowly burn out in this place.
No sound as great as the cries of my enemies.
No feeling quite like severing limbs of my adversaries.
Yet, I long to ascend.
I am still stuck here.
Atmospheric mortis.
No bi-frost to take me home.
Maybe the day will never come.
To die of old age is a curse.
Do I not deserve my freedom?
I welcome any challenge
because what I'm looking for cannot be found.
Where is my equal?
The next warrior king.
No sound as great as the cries of my enemies.
No feeling quite like severing limbs of my adversaries.
Yet I long to ascend.
I am still stuck here.
Atmospheric mortis.
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Upper Echelon Ontario
Founded by members of DeSever and Renounce the Throne, Upper Echelon combines elements of pagan metal and melodic death metal, driven by a steady groove.
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