Songs of the SEPTIC FLESH

The Future Belong To The Brave – Septic Flesh

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Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience deny to go on and you will be left back Going backwards by remaining stagnant We watch from

Geometry In Static – Septic Flesh

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Letters join numbers Sounds come forth manifesting the plasticity. This is the direct outcome of the continuous war The collision of the worlds of change and stability One would

Last Stop To Nowhere – Septic Flesh

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A passenger is in wait. He has a ticket for the last train. The trip is not so long. A dance on the edge of a bridge that was

(Morpheus) The Dreamlord – Septic Flesh

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upon an empty dream when land appeared and filled the endless horizon. White pilars from marble deep into a garden were shining like guiding stars. The Dreamlord A frozen

Temple Of The Lost Race – Septic Flesh

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Preserved from the ancient years when Earth was just a newborn star The proof of a distant truth arrogantly stands mocking the wind guarding mysteries that man has not

Science – Septic Flesh

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In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not. One solution, for our delusions. It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we

On The Topmost Step Of The Earth – Septic Flesh

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A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains And the broken wing was nothing but the

Rain – Septic Flesh

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covering the distance that was called into being between us, from the unexploited accumulation of different moments This gift is my inheritance and I honour it by continuing my

Ezoptpon – Septic Flesh

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Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego Naked from the warm familiar company of matter Here desires and fears are shaped, uncontrolled multiplied in the rhythm of ecstasy

Underworld (Act 1) – Septic Flesh

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Tranquility…How necessary, how boring it can be. The liquid void has no ears to receive the consolation of the surface. AN IGNORANT: “MAYBE IT’S BETTER THAT WAY. WHAT DOESN’T

Nephilim Sons – Septic Flesh

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spheres of light fell down, a rain of mystic fire from the skies. Thirsty angels smelled the warmth of life into this earth. Bathed with stardust, in greatness They

Brotherhood Of The Fallen Knights – Septic Flesh

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When alliance has the value of a broken royal seal, heroic is the denial to bent to a flamboyant mighty siege. Falcons are their arrows like a forest seem