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Elixir

by Spira

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This is your end...
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The concoction, is it poison or is it life? A mortal struggle, philosophic melancholy A quest, belonging with existence savor Running away, from your self portrait cadaver Longing to forever be, Sapling to life’s tree Selfishness Black and white definition. Prolonging generation’s pain Hate coursing through my black veins Your fear of death Is Truly pathetic No ability to stand tall Spineless, yet full of gall Your quest to remain the same Injection into your black veins
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On the Graves of children My delight Death of your offspring The little bastards They rot Seeds of waste It is time to dispose Vermin rats of your loins On the graves of children Parentalcide Neural Divine wish, our future Our lives can begin Dead
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My Mission, so simple, Rid this festering planet full of people Eliminate each and every Dominate unto the purest butchery Deaths hand lingers Cruel and without relent Behold, The incarnation of the malcontent Suffering The ultimate definition of equality Severed Dominate unto the purest butchery Razors slice, ammunition drops Over and over, their motions stop Now bathed in their insides, I finally and truly feel alive This is my mission….
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In the cave, he who dwells Eyes the fury of hell Constant Ostracation His is Unknown motivation Mystery to the everyday man Those, who he cannot stand This is why exists, recluse Rather be alone, than with any of you
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On the hillside Steeped in ruin Awaiting the moment Of our enemy’s demise Crucial, Strategic Barbaric warfare Preemptive, despicable Glorious crimes of war This is our moment, our brutal conquest begins Daggers drawn Archers prepped Fires lit Sorcerers conjure The echoing sound Of rigid imperfect Sharpening steel Jaws clenched Gritting enamel Vascular Weapons clenched Rage is drawn We are ready No one will remain Pure anticipation Bloodlust supreme All preparations Finally made We can wait no longer We itch for death This is an end Of one or another We march To hope for theirs In the air, stench Of lye and Victory Entrenched archers, launching the flame Genocide atrocious will never be the same Killing and running and burning and maimed Thus our gain, With every scum that is slain Launched boulders crush men into fine red mist They're Killed with anything, including curled fist Axes cut defenders in half rather swift At this point, obviously no point to resist With men on fire, sliced, and crushed to death And only handfuls of coward surrendering left On their knees, renouncing their mighty crest They know its the passing of their final breath Remaining are crucified, a holy sight to see Now their realm is controlled by our monarchy And all that is left of our enemy, mighty Is the putrid stench of lye and victory
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Insolent Mammals Bewildered, no purpose True uselessness Blueprints for consumption Where is the intelligent design? I show thee, not here The only real equality Is that nobody matters Dust into the wind Keep tally of your sins Purgatory Planescape Where gods toil and rape Malignant in utero Aborted, and so beautiful
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Body piles, our duty to dispose Following orders, of our commanders Hushed to secrecy This, our duty Our hands Red and grey Forever haunted Forever dead We fill the pits, set them on fire Twinkling from flame, into the spire We in disgust, of the mire In the prospect of this hate desire
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Retrogain upon the flame Gasoline perpetual remain insight into the gain Ripped dead Situation conjuration Sensation acidification Putrid and rotted Killed now Rot Raped menstruating Blood wing gating I have towels Raped raw Fatal intral tap Medial lyric gap I dont care Fuck this Sub genre cliche Unpronounceable names Im so tired Of this shit Mash syllables Diminish meaning This was raw Now a scene We were feared Now its on reddit Now the best time To end it Every band sounds the same For fame, sounding the same Im so tired Of hearing about moons
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We on the hillside Overlook our enemy Helpless outnumbered Now is our chance Foretold Opportunity There is no moment But this, Second of pure blood shed The bodies pile As high as our murderous outrage Spears and lances Drive with force unseen By any other battlefield We, the bringers of death The commencement Of crimson victory Finally, their doom
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released October 7, 2018

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Spira Santa Rosa, California

Spira is a one man, raw atmospheric black metal project originally from the Arcane Visions circle.

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