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Dead End
09:52
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I hide myself within these hills
and forge the storm
to blush the darkest day
the sky can‘t keep a secret
so it told the hills
that he dreamed to disappear
but it cannot be the spirit of us
to fade upon the times quaint streams
without the final words it seems
now I see what it meant for you
to wander down the latitude.
off the bridges you must
my river runs to thee
places where I’ll find
you in the black sea
the new grace is upon you
the new grace is upon me
how loyally at parting
while they surpassing me
dead end
off the bridges you must
my river runs to thee
places where I’ll find
you in the black sea
his breath turned shallow
he seen the dews among the hills
untied their secret
the beauty of the world decrease
the duties of the winds are low
the abstinence of light
gifts us all with peace
off the bridges you must
my river runs to thee
places where I’ll find
you in the black sea
you in the black sea
unshriven we go
back to the place we know
In different colors
we see the things
as the time runs slow
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Clenched are the Charred
11:03
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walking familiar fields
there is nothing, there is nothing here.
memories rotted in their place.
there is nothing to gain, nothing to save.
dreams burst into flames
still clenched are the charred remains
soil below boiling.
specters march with vile pursuits
they carry harrowing pain
their eyes are fixed
on every movement of everything
their cries will be answered
reap all we hide
cast it back inside
dreams burst into flames
still clenched are the charred remains
soil below boiling festering
culling the rot
scavenging through ashen memory
a flicker of light shines and birds regain flight
this fire will ravage all things
lest we turn away looking to the sky
the promise of creation is left to smoulder
their eyes are fixed on every movement of everything
their cries will be answered
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Remission
07:25
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Coven silence in silence
looming lunar sorrow
ever present through the night
in my dreams you glow in your light
I am paralyzed in frigid embrace
give me shelter just for tonight
I look to you for solace in your white death
drawn
to your white death
In remission
the moons presence forever glows
In remission
breathing in life but nothing grows
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BOG Vienna, Austria
BOG is a post-metal band from Vienna, Austria, founded by Tim Primbs as an emotional outlet to cope with several experiences with death. Narrative arcs follow the woven dynamics of the sound. Sonic leitmotifs, ambient layers and authentic songwriting create an unmistakably unique sound. ... more
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