Burning Skies
de Ulcerate
Atop the shameless tower
With wings outstretched
An apprehensive shadow is cast over all
Drain us of our divinity
And leave us dry amongst the dirt of men
In the worst of our nightmares we are weak and servile
We, as martyrs
Fear runs through our veins
Hung for grandeur and fate
We hang lifeless
With blind eyes turned from daylight
We deny
With blind eyes turned from the glare of being
Loathe that which we are
I abhor the undiscerning
No more of my blood will be shed of pity
With an empty and unforgiving heart
Once more, I scream to the sky
For I am mine
The rot of subordination I burn away
I am mine
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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Dead Oceans
The Destroyers Of All
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Beneath
The Destroyers Of All
