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The falling of dusk

from Intelligence of Ages by Finis Terrae

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lyrics

Hard cold wind blows with the falling of dusk
Rotting death stench shrouds the way.

Wide green field a community prays for dawn
Fear grows with nightfall glare as they behold the advent.

Dark it is but the owl won’t fly tonight
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
Black glowing sun the prophecy is fulfilled.

Now I cry to the moon
I will miss your light
Eyes glaring at the sky.

Is there something we haven’t seen?
Haven’t we paid enough?
What legacy do we leave?
Weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Captive wretches stilled by the raging will of the tempest
As terror thrives eerie sullen creatures mercilessly hunt
What God has joined together asunder it will be for ever
The remnants freeborn of wild mourn for freedom as they ward off the light.

Through their souls, I can feel
Aimless void, hatred within.

Through our eyes, they have seen
Septic minds, they’ll fulfill.

Chorus:
Survivors of wrecks, scathed by time
Longing for death, wounded inside.
Dark fallen angels, evil pervades
Intelligence of ages, summoners of pain.

The darkest times, We transit
In cages, We will live.
Cramped inside, We can’t breathe
Inner strife, broaden rift.
Out of frame, out of light
Lost in time, We start to fade.

Master minds, experiments
With suffer, they create.
Boiled alive, flayed with pain
And suffocated we will die.
Cursed for life, overwhelmed
Blinded eyes, deep domain.

Images that disturb
Boiling
Images that disrupt
Skinning.

Images that disturb
Boiling
Images that disrupt
Skinning.

From the ancient times
Flickering memories in my head
The Gods in my mind
And the word freedom I ought to forget.

My lungs now feel the ache
From the infected leaks in the air
Breathing putrid darkness of decay.

No life left in my soul
No soul left in my body
Only empty holes that it tried to fill long ago.

My eyes were gouged out
And my flayed body is still alive
My tong was ripped off
And my ears heard me cry.

Images that disturb
Boiling
Images that disrupt
Skinning.

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from Intelligence of Ages, track released September 14, 2017

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