1.Neoarchaean
Lyricist：Robin Staps
True sorrow doesn't flirt with hope
No matter how great it may be
Hope rises twice as high
But spare me these seekers, leave me in peace
Down with them, down, down, down, down
That which suffers, does never hope
For they will no longer impress me
With all of the solemnity
And with the voice of my greatest days
I call to you my hearth, glorious hope
Wrapped in the cloak of illusions
Come and sit beside me
On the tripod of appeasement
With a whip of scorpions
I chased you if you wish me to believe that
You have forgotten all the grief
Which my short lived repentance caused you
Well, then bring along with you the sublime procession
Hold me up, I am fainting of all the virtues which I offended
And their everlasting atonement's
Yes, good people I order you to burn
On a spade red hot from the fire
And with a little yellow sugar for good measure
To burn the duck of doubt
With its vermouth lips
Which in the melancholy struggle
Between good and evil
Shedding teardrops which are not heartfelt
Creates everywhere, universal emptiness
It is the best thing you can do
Certainly, flesh and bon
You have no reason to blush
But listen to me, I don't invoke your understanding
It would spit blood at the horror you
'Cause better forget all about it
And be consistent with yourselves
There were no constraints there
Whenever I wanted to kill, I killed
2.Orosirian
For the great blue cold now reigns
Adamantly taking hold of every bruised, battered heart
And every slack, weary limb knuckles down
For we shall bend to the cause, the open sea awaits us all
Surrender breeds no remorse
We suffered through the ordeal
They came to get me in my dreams
To take me down to the ocean
Only in death shall we be sage
And see that heaven lies behind
And we shall quake, reading those words on this book's
Final page, for the great blue cold now reigns
For the great blue cold now reigns
Certain and endless it seemed
But every petty grain of sand
And every bone will be washed out to the sea
Numbness unfurls in each and every brain
The coast now is clear, the air is thin
And as your own plot unfolds
It gets more difficult to bribe
The magistrates of your own psyche
What will you say when all the lights go dim
And the cup of disappointment is full to the brim？
For the great blue cold now reigns
For the great blue cold now reigns
Only in death shall we be sage
When every ocean has desiccated
And we shall quake, reading those words
On this book's last page, for the great blue cold now
For the great blue cold now
For the great blue cold now reigns
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