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Pursuit Special
03:53
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The highway’s ripe with sin
Past cities of pipe and steel
Necropolis of a wasted land
Let slip the dogs of war
Black juice powered hearts
A powerride to Valhalla
Hurling violence towards the sky
You ride a burning storm
Through the last breath on Earth
White line nightmare
Heaven would be an ending
Beyond men and machines
The feral prophecy is now
Hurling violence towards the sky
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Fleur de Sledgehammer
05:50
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Flourishing beauty in the sun
We’re all flowers in the end
This mortal coil flickers and fades like a dream
What is to come of all this grief?
As we come to the final conclusion
Yog-Sothoth is the gate
Witness a billion burning suns collapse into one
What is to come of all this grief?
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Church Of The Red Museum
04:59
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Red Museum
Gates never close
Invocation and ritual
The dream unfolds
Claiming its stake
New skin, old death
Turn yourself to the truth of blood
Washed away in a burning flood
There is nothing to fear but fear
The river runs deep
Coven of sleep
Stare at forever
Evocation and sacrifice
The dream evolves
Ceaseless draining
New skin, old flesh
Turn yourself to the truth of blood
Washed away in a burning flood
Let all minds be pryed open still
The river runs wide
The dream is real
The nightmare is real
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Alien Tactics
04:14
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Paleocontact phenomenon
Hollow Earth exploration
Sleep through the Cosmic Watergate
Magic bullet forged among the stars
From the 18th hangar to Los Alamos
Superchildren of the atomic age
Colonists from beyond
Consult the emerald tablets
Deep Throat vanquished, hybrid replacements
Philadelphian experiments preface abduction
Artifical truths grown in alien labs
These are silent weapons for quiet wars
I want to believe
See the truth bleeding through
I want to believe
Born in conspiracy
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Two Million Stones
03:23
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House of druid blasphemers
In stone they carved curses
Burning horizon of death
Beyond the realms of death
Sleeping eyes dream awake
Prehistoric melting eyes
Prophetic acid tears
Rain down like judgment
Beyond the realms of death
Sleeping eyes dream awake
Beyond the realms of death
Sleeping eyes dream awake
Dawncrusher Alpha, take flight
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Paranoidium
03:38
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Weirdness in the bedrock
Derangement seeping forth
Some things in the dark
Better lost than found
At war with your mind
Eternal mountain falling into the sea
At war with your mind
In crippling haze the ruin’s alive
Close to the edge
A fire in the corner takes your throat
Periodic weaponization
Turn loose the plague rats
Soil and stone burn your nerves
This is tales from isotopic oceans
At war with your mind
Eternal mountain falling into the sea
At war with your mind
In crippling haze the ruin’s alive
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Esox Lucifer
07:12
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There’s something in the water
A noose around reality
At the temple of the deep
They feast on your gone
Pitch black waters
Ashen sky
Deceptive calm
A storm of rot
I hear the call of the wild
Satans mount whisper secrets
The scent of heathen fires burning
In the still of the night
Pitch black waters
Ashen sky
Deceptive calm
A storm of rot
Blizzard of plague
A mass of death
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10,000 Years Västerås, Sweden
Crushing stonermetal from Västerås, Sweden
Ripple Music recording artist
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