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Create
02:23
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Procreate an abnormal plain of phantom conception
Recreate an artificial crisis of quantum perception
Is this existence or delusion?
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Primordial
04:33
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Entombed and awake in the Sanatorium
Nothing but void lies within my mind
Blue turns to red contrasting seamlessly
A hum of heresy protruded me to the sun
The twilight of dusk becomes the light of dawn
A tower engrossed in vines teleports me foregone
Primordial
An instrument of paramount equilibrium
Primordial
A sight so majestic it was self explanatory
Primordial
Shamballa arise from the esoteric silhouette
She lead me up a winding staircase
To a place where we can be safe
Her animus was anonymous
A portal to another dimension
Only seconds till ascension
Blue turns to red contrasting seamlessly
A hum of heresy protruded me to the sun
Primordial
Primordial
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Shamballa
04:50
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This is the discord of anarchy
This is the discord of anarchy
Streets painted gold
what is the cause for this advent crisis
The majestic passage is made clear for my solitary intent
Why am I so inclined to carry out the will of concealed avatars we can't define
The city of gold cries in a revolting scream
Shamballa will never stop till we reign supreme
It's like time isn't on our side
My contention against this foreign enemy is circumventing
The gilded clock tower seeks my eyes
Behind the veil of existence our kingdom lies
I am a vessel of the universe
I am your only chance for survival
I am a vessel for sovereignty
The city of gold cries in a revolting scream
Shamballa will never stop till we reign supreme
I am a vessel of the universe
I am your only chance for survival
I am a vessel for sovereignty
This is the discord of anarchy
This is the discord of anarchy
Shamballa will never stop
Shamballa will reign supreme
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Terminus
03:30
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Traverse into trammels
As the clock ticks the bodies pile up
Inside the belly of the beast
Like a fly caught in a web
Reverberations wake the senses
Venom fills the atmosphere
Arachnid splinters from the shockwave of a bayonet
Diminished by a thousand volts now a dead silhouette
Traverse into trammels
The bodies pile up
I couldn't comprehend it prior
The concept that I am a martyr
Eight limbs reaching from across the room
I gaze into sixteen eyes gazing back at me
Arachnid splinters from the shockwave of a bayonet
Diminished by a thousand volts now a dead silhouette
Venom fills the atmosphere
The last tempest
This is terminus
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El Shaddai Bozeman, montana
El Shaddai was founded by brothers Dakoda (vocalist) and Micah Jones (guitarist) with the passion to make epic death metal
music that does not conform to any framework but our own.
We approach each piece of music we write with individualized attention, giving for a unique and intense experience for each and every song.
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