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Conjurers of Magick
13:02
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Conjurers Of Magick
What have you secrets to reveal? Bloodsucking deliverer of evil.
Are we really meant to know who you are? Reality is that it’s gone too far.
Dark sorcerer waiting in the wings. The puppet master pulls upon the strings.
Grip tightens, wraps around the neck. If we can’t breathe we’ll have to find another remedy.
Please something awake us from this sleep. Obscuring vision of the sheep.
But if by blindness we can’t see, we’ll summon the elusive, ghostly conjurer of magick.
Subjugation is not choice. Shout it loud let them hear your voice.
It’s your autonomous right. It’s your body and your life.
Crack in the skull, through the brain.
Do it more harm, or leave it lame?
Stabbed in the back, the dark arts stain.
Give them some hope, and then we’ll attack.
Taking the breath, it’s there to hold.
Feed them the lines, truth be told.
Not for today, but it’s our future.
Let it all be, but you’ll dream it all away…
A lethal plan concocting, you got to stir that poison.
Solution in the making, and never mind what it’s taking.
(And then they’ll bleed, and scratch out their eyes…)
Debauchedly forsaking, all the while our backs are breaking.
Compliance is not murder, so let’s lead those lambs to slaughter.
(And leave them to die, so they’ll cease to be…)
Dark days are dawning. Shake your fist up high towards the heaven.
Angels are falling, and we don’t even know the reasons why.
Dark days are dawning, shake your fist up high towards the heaven.
Angels are falling down, and we don’t even know the reasons why…
So you rip out the tongues and you scratch out the eyes.
Got ‘em fooled with your well tempered, plug-in disguise.
The unnatural causes you have ‘em believing.
And the data reveals, but it’s always deceiving.
Breathe easy my friend, its all you got to know.
It’s all you got to know…
Subjugation is not choice. Shout it loud let them hear your voice.
It’s your autonomous right. It’s your body and your life.
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2. |
Mind Fucked (skit)
00:25
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Mind Fucked (skit)
I think I’m losing my mind…
The answers I just can’t find…
I think I’m losing my mind…
I think I’m losing my… Mind!
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3. |
A Fool's Revenge
05:34
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A Fools Revenge
Revenge is bittersweet, if you’d like to have your cake and eat it too.
Though for all our sakes, I think it’s best just left to be.
But sometimes I really feel that, I’d like to blow you all away.
Oh, but then I see the truth, is the only thing that can set me free…
But I’ll get you back.
I’ll get you back…
One lamplit night the present woke to some disturbance.
And from a window they could see the scene unfurling.
Just then the words appear, before their very eyes;
‘The way to hell is pathed with good intentions!’
I’ve been waiting so long, for a moment.
Working up to fix it, but it’s broken.
Silently enslaving, letting go of all you are.
Waking in the moment, of a life…
Thoughts meandering with tortuous absurdity.
‘Is it for you or I to know which way the wind blows?’
All in a wrung, the sound screaming from those lungs;
“Just let me live! I’ve got so much left to give…)
Waiting for this moment, for so long.
Working up to fix it, but it’s broken.
Synchroincedences all around me.
Escaping from this moment, all alive…
All alive…
For all of life…
For all of your life…
You only got to play it.
You only got to learn to play it.
You got to want to play it.
I’ve been waiting so long, for a moment.
Working up to fix it, but it’s broken.
Synchroincedences all around me.
I don’t want to play it, it’s a fools game…
It’s a fools game…
It’s just a fools game…
It’s just a silly fools game…
And I’m not playing any more!
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4. |
Depths of Depravity
05:21
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Depths Of Depravity
I stare into my soul, but I don’t like what I see
There’s a forsaken demon, lurking inside of me
And oh, I’m sinking low to the depths of depravity…
I’ll break into your coffin, feast on your decayed flesh
I’ll cut you up and eat you, wrapped up in barbed wire mesh
Monsters inside my head, have led me down this path
I can’t fucking help it, I’m a crazy psychopath
I’m sinking low, and I can’t believe it’s really me
I’m slithering down to the depths of depravity…
The smell of rotten bodies, the taste of congealed blood
I’ve opened up the sluice gates, and it’s turned into a flood
Only god can help me now, to stop me from this madness
But I’ll keep on wreaking havoc, and fill this world with sadness
I’m sinking low, and I can’t believe it’s really me
I’m slithering down to the depths of depravity…
I’m sinking low, and I can’t believe this could be me
I’m slithering down to the depths of depravity…
I stare into my soul, but I don’t like what I see
There’s a forsaken demon, lurking inside of me
I’m sinking low, and I can’t believe this could be me
I’m slithering down to the depths of depravity…
The depths of depravity
The depths of depravity
The depths of depravity
The depths of depravity
Depravity
Depravity
Depravity
Depravity
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5. |
Inside my Head
09:08
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Inside My Head
What do they want? What do they want from me?
What do they speak? What do these words speak to..?
I close my eyes, silently pondering.
Thoughts passing by, what is the meaning of..?
I can hear them now, calling, inside my head..!
I want them to leave me be.
I need them to set me free!
Imploring to let me know.
And then I can let them…
What do they mean? What do they mean to me?
Somewhere I’ve been, something I’ve seen somewhere?
I don’t know how. Or anything truthfully.
Something I said? Do words have real meaning?
I can hear them now, these voices, inside my head!
I want them to leave me be.
I need them to set me free!
Imploring to let me know.
And then I can let them go!
All the hopes and dreams, bursting at the seams. Can we really know anything truly?
In all honesty? With thoughts and ideas only passing through us.
Can we claim them as our own? Or try to play them out in our reality?
Does the game become too tough? Are we falling down?
What do they want? What do they want from me?
What do they speak? What do these words speak to..?
I close my eyes, silently pondering.
Thoughts passing by, what is the meaning of..?
I can hear them now, calling, inside my head..!
I want them to leave me be.
I need them to set me free!
Imploring to let me know.
And then I can let them...
I want them to set me…
I need them to let me…
I want them to set me free…
Inside my head, I can hear the voices calling…
Inside my head, I can hear the voices calling…
Inside my head, I can hear the voices calling…
Inside my head, I can hear the voices calling me!
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6. |
Disillusionment
05:57
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Disillusionment
Life, passes by. It hurts badly, and sometimes even makes me cry.
And I don’t know what’s happening here, but we have always been dictated by fear.
In this global isolation, time goes by…
Answers are hard to find, but you can change your mind.
And if you bear a heavy load, you’re not alone.
Withering away, is the time that we have to share with each other.
And as each day passes by, so will I…
Answers are hard to find, but you can change your mind.
And if you bear a heavy load, (just remember that) you’re not alone.
Do they know what it feels like?
Do they know how it feels?
Through your window you can see the pain unfurling…
Do they know how it feels…
Do they know how it feels in this growing disillusion?
Do they know how it feels in this mass confusion?
Do they know how it feels in this growing disillusion?
Do they know how it feels in this mass confusion?
Do they know?
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7. |
Mind Fucked
03:23
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Mind Fucked
I think I’m losing my mind…
The answers I just can’t find…
I think I’m losing my mind…
I think I’m losing my… Mind!
Oh my! I’ve lost my mind…
Answers, so hard to find…
Oh no! They stole my soul…
Sometimes, it’s better the devil you know…
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Age Of Infernal Edinburgh, UK
Age of Infernal is a progressive/alternative rock band, based in Edinburgh.
Mixing up all kinds of influences, with
a blend of heavy and melodic elements, to hopefully create something original...
(Also releasing music under various other names on this page.)
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