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Wraiths of a Distant Past

by Lake of Corpses

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1.
The Eastern Pilgrimage 04:42
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They spill their horse's blood Upon the barren desert Snakes sleeping under sand Awake from hibernating Each rider's selfish needs Are placed above the other's When conjuring the djinn For one wish shall be granted Open the gate to the core Here in the place of the fall Drenched in equestrian gore Pray that he'll rise once more One's daughter's sick to death The other's wife has perished One asks for nothing more Than to be king of everything Three men pray on their knees Fall into deeper slumber Some voice speaks back to each The dunes are torn asunder See the demon rising Clad in human skin A towering hulk of desert, body Sewn with hearts and limbs He has risen Once again Grant the wish Of those bereft Ornamental horns of ox, strike their hearts with fear His hungry jaws do part, command the cowering pilgrims ere: Thou art mortal Bone and flesh Sacrifice, and You'll be blessed Bleed Only for me A pilgrim brandishes a blade and severs off his arm as an offering Another tears out his eyes, hands bloody head screaming says here's the offering master The last one douses himself with the oil of the lamp and sets himself on fire Burning skin, bloody limbs, eyes torn, what madness drives these pilgrims? See the demon laughing At broken flesh and bone Hear him still commanding The three pathetic souls Thou are mortal Fight to death He who lives then Shall be blessed Kill Only for me Bleed Only for me Now as you lie and you bleed I'll sever your heads and wear your skin
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Black Waters, Where He Will Crawl From 03:56
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Witches infesting the ruins of the church Patiently ringing the once holy bell The never ending drone of this accursed death knell Echoes through hectares of forest, signalling the end Beckon their master's return His return Blackened the water he serves to his guests Blackened the guests that he serves to his well Helpless and bound to this thirst he must quell His eyes descend to count the souls required for the spell Libations for Master's return His return Old and faded sigils of some long forgotten spell Quietly adorn the watery walls of the ancient well Wraiths contort and crawl the endless darkness of these depths When a pair of eyes appear amongst them luminous and red The master is here, he's returned He's returned Blacken the waters from where he shall rise
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Rearranging Scars 04:34
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What am I but a puppet of meat Dancing to the push and pull of invisible strings Vital and sensory organs Firmly set in the confines of an unbreakable mold All that I become Constellated scars Flesh begat of dust Burned by flame to ash Rearranging scars Into puzzles of flesh while screaming an alchemist's ancient chant Vainly hoping that they'll transmute into something more than The sum of their petty parts What will I become Constellated scars Flesh begat of dust Now an empty husk Rearranging scars Clay returned to naught Gazing at a Hell Mistaken for an Eden Halos overhead When everyone's a sinner Caged in this distorted reflection of His image Undulating voices reflecting false divinity Celebrate their cages instead of breaking Free from this hell Caged in this hell Born into sin And writhing, each day and night seems never ending Gazing at a Hell Mistaken for an Eden Halos overhead When everyone's a sinner Blindingly obeying The whim of every feeling Fading in the night The hope of ever leaving
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Gulch of the Gutted 03:49
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Self-eviscerated corpses pile up under the scorching sun Mercilessly spilled, entrails exposed by their own hand The meticulous formations leave a trail of despair A tormented soul's final transmission To the ones they hated To the ones they loved Laid bare in the language of lesions Led by the light To this terrible gulch Offered your life To this terrible gulch Vengeance by death In this terrible gulch Lost and forgotten This terrible gulch Over the edge where there's no turning back Were there words I could have said Was yours a mind I could have changed Or, in the end, would it amount to nothing? Some wounds last for a day but wounds like these can last until our death
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Your Eyes Have Been Sewn By the Demon You Serve 06:38
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Your eyes have been sewn by the demon you serve You welcome each passing of needle and thread That your eyes may be shut to all semblance of hope In the land of the blind you're no longer alone Slave beasts drag the burden of hell For the cogs must keep on turning Come along, alone too long And we know how much you're hurting Indulge in your illusions Nod your head, bow down, agree Such a rebel and non-conformist When you're bent both back and knee Let the hand of hell subvert your body and your mind Hellish flames do dance before misshapen shuttered eyes Your skull a cave where shadows uncontested spread their lies Deafened by the voices rattling inside your crooked empty skull Echoes bleed out of your mouth And though you could you will not stop You let the hand of hell subvert your body and your mind But you're mine You are mine Slave you shall be bled Force fed the dead Nailed, crucified Until the end of time Hordes of blind souls thrash around in their self-imposed hell Waiting as they bleed out in their separate shells All they can hear are their neighbours' agonized cries That sound identical to them, to yours and mine's Each dullard chants in identical tones Praising his ego as a personal god Thinking of all those who did them wrong And how it's always everyone else's fault One day the flood will come Not one of water but of light And he who can see shall be set free And he who cannot shall remain forever blind
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Wraiths of a Distant Past 05:20
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Angel wings Worn out and rotten His origins Remote, forgotten Devouring The remnants of creation Towering, a herald of doom and salvation Bury the wings and begin this terrible hunt Ravenous thirst as they eye the promised land Bludgeoning The spawn of Satan Blackening His soul inside The hunger builds Claws in crimson In his grip The demon writhes Nothing but death and decay remains on their path By tooth and by nail do they rend these barren lands Diving into the chasm Where Eden immaculate once sprawled Rampant iconoclasm Their father's Kingdom burns as once again they fall Pools of blood Regurgitating Glistening Under the moon Scouring The bones of demons Fashioning Primitive weapons of death Scouring coagulated oceans of blood in the night The blood-frenzy builds as they murder on sight Demons Rising Ravage all they see Legions Slaughtered Burning at the stake Demons Falling As they kill them all Bloodless Corpses Where they tread upon Blackened angels of death Purge what's left after Armageddon Never will they return Sacrificing their right to Heaven Here on Earth where they fell Only death awaits, there is no surrender
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Dawn and Eclipse 02:38
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Third black metal album. Obsessively recorded in a small room in Limassol, Cyprus. No label. No promotion. Like a tree that falls alone and makes no sound. Free of left-hand path bullshit. Love thy neighbour.

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released February 12, 2021

All lyrics and music written, performed, mixed and mastered by Stelios Kyprianou in Limassol, Cyprus.

Artwork photograph by Stelios Kyprianou at the abandoned Berengaria Hotel in Cyprus.

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