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Video by Motus Insaniam
Cover art by Erskine Designs
Artwork by Gustave Dore
Music, lyrics and production by Xenobiotic
Mixed and mastered by Christian Donaldson
Vocal engineering by Chris Themelco @ Monolith Studios
Additional drum engineering by Dominic Grimard
[Midway upon the journey of our life,
I found myself within a forest dark
For the straightforward pathway had been lost] - Canto I
The veil of Obsidian shadows
The cold of the lifeless sky
The desolate stench of indolent
Miscreants, born to never be alive
[God in his mercy such created me
That misery of yours attains me not
Nor any flame assails me of this burning.]
They march through the noxious pressure
With heads hung from folded spines
Beyond the bellow of the triple headed beast
Through miasmic fog of apathy,
Through the silent screams in their eyes, drowning beyond death in atrophy.
By their hands, their lives debased, as fate ordained
Misery and justice entwined by pure disdain
They have no place
Among the blessed or damned, to lay to rest their weary bones
Step by step, eternal journey from despair to despair as they erode
This vaunted mission to assuage this wretchedness is mine and mine alone.
To reach the hearts within the cesspit,
To redeem them of the sin they were fated to commit,
I will be the voice that heralds their salvation
And I shall listen to their desperate lamentations
Billions of broken spirits writhe in disconsolation
Crying out in vain, begging for their second death
In agony within the fire, they grow content in condemnation
Abandon all hope, O ye who enter here
In the shadow of the world above
Three heads bellow, all as one
Harrowing beyond mere flesh and bone.
For three decades, I have walked alone,
So it was, so it shall still be
Through three aeons of Babel's fall,
So it was, so it shall be no more
Three heads bellow, as they march along
So it was, so it shall still be,
Step by step in circles, so it has always been, so it shall be no more.
As it was written in stone, carved into my bones, I will always walk alone.
[The infernal hurricane that never rests,
Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine,
Whirling them around, and smiting, it molests them.]