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Shadow of Intent is also great. More epic/melodic, but heavy enough to keep neck busy. I emerge alive Regurgitated as a slave to the tests of time I reject and do not rejoice my immortality For there is nothing left of this place Spawning unto desolation again In shadows I slumber until I am but dust Am I to live in nothingness? In death I live to dwell the days away in fathomless dismay Am I to roam forever gone? To roam forever gone? Festering memories of the past start to project Then wither away inducing insanity on my behalf We were led to believe the netherworld is of myth But it dwells within and its nature so abstract, yet so very real A most horrid fate Ghastly rotting grave Bloodshed and malice conjured the source of our decay We wasted away I am he who lives thrice begotten in bedlam against evanescent horizons How melancholy Time withers The sun extinguished And yet still, I remain The age of man passes My progress, struggles, and suffering a waste. The ether realm declares the world but a stage A coldly calculated transformation to the grave Onward we follow, herded as slaves Collectively lapsing into the land of flame Alas, the truth has been presented before my eyes I've been unbound from the shackles of faith No longer lead to believe there is hope beyond this world The rope starts to sway The voices died one by one as they called my name Wept until the body could no longer feel the pain And naught a thing to blame Trapped in a shell of excessive disdain Under the moonlight I yield For I am not enslaved, but one of many of those who kneel The reasons, the answers will follow me to the grave Under the moonlight I yield Venture beyond and prepare the final phase Now I look beyond the black eclipse The macrocosm of the divine The sullen moon pulls at my soul, a beckoning for relinquishment Like the tides under lunar influence The urge is relentless I venture beyond The voices died one by one as they called my name Wept until the body could no longer feel the pain And naught a thing to blame Trapped in a shell of excessive disdain Under the moonlight I yield For I am not enslaved, but one of many of those who kneel The veil beyond cries my name I have left behind all that I love, and all who commit My soul in the hands of destiny Briefly embracing the chill of Dimethyltryptamine A struggle for many is the end of the few A cancer that no mortal man can elude I hang in my sorrow with no dispute Just know I'm sorry, I swear to you