Self Titled
by Unholy Majesty
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Age Of Affliction
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Hyperborean
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The Owl And The Serpent
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released 21 January 2012
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- Track Name: Age Of Affliction
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an affliction so profound that everyone must endure,
an unexpected expiration with no end in sight,
the curse of the new creation, it is said that only the righteous survive,
the curse of the new generation where death is a luxury afforded to all mankind,
swimming in a sea of serpents, the suffering of unsaved men,
the innocent will suffer the sins of the few,
the healing waves are washing out your only mistake,
released from the burden of corruption - Track Name: Hyperborean
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an empires existence, hidden behind a wall of deceit,
drawing to my surface for centuries,
we are hidden in the dark places beneath,
looking down on the cultures above,
scattered to the four winds, until the gates open forever,
and we can see eternity,
peering out upon a frozen sea, a gateway to a world that has been promised to me,
my compass points to nothing in this promised land,
esoteric wisdom now within my grasp, pushing out of the asthenosphere,
we wait to take the whole world down - Track Name: The Owl And The Serpent
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a malediction spat upon humanity,
to some time is an infinite commodity,
there is no beginning and no understanding of the end,
to the martyrs time is infinite, this is who we are,
in the midst of eternal ice, in blackest night, vile of mind,
a luckless bastard, unworthy, worthless, grotesque in form.
the wicked are known from the womb they stand among you the truly corrupt,
sullied as such until death spits them into the abyss,
look not to your neighbours look not to their hands but to your own,
not a soul among you is clean you are all steeped in filth,
until the rocks melt, until the seas burn,
the clock is ticking until the oceans burn
