Omens
de Ulcerate
The reverence of those lost owed to the land
To us it is withered and worthless
To us it does not belong
What of this radiance we have left behind?
Creatures of abyss, born of vice
We are not they
They preach chaos and delusion
And welcome it without breath
With the omens in flame
We are still; we desert the truth
Truth has no name here
Anonymous in clouded vision
Our disgrace, far from reach
Left unknown
Más canciones de Ulcerate
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Inversion
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Visceral Ends
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Further Opening the Wounds
Cutting the Throat of God
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To Flow Through Ashen Hearts
Cutting the Throat of God
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Stare Into Death And Be Still
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Exhale The Ash
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Undying as an Apparition
Cutting the Throat of God
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Cutting the Throat of God
Cutting the Throat of God
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Dissolved Orders
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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The Dawn is Hollow
Cutting the Throat of God
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There Is No Horizon
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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The Lifeless Advance
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Drawn Into The Next Void
Stare Into Death And Be Still
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Transfiguration In and Out of Worlds
Cutting the Throat of God
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Burnt Offering
The Coming of Genocide
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We Are Nil
Everything Is Fire
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Cold Becoming
The Destroyers Of All
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Yield to Naught
Shrines of Paralysis
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Burning Skies
The Destroyers Of All
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Dead Oceans
The Destroyers Of All