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• The Earth Defiled - Separatist
• The Harvest - Separatist
• Prototype - Separatist
• Plagues - Separatist
• Like Shattered Stars - Separatist
• Anaclasis - Separatist
• A Gentle Reminder - Separatist
• The Reprieve - Separatist
• Untitled - Separatist

'Mystery, Babylon the great,
Mother of prostitutes, and of the abominations of the earth.'
Reads her blasphemous title carved into her silken flesh.
She, the wretched whore, who came to defile our chaotic earth,
Draped in shimmering scarlet like the coagulated blood of her slain.
Her golden chalice overflows with filth and adultery,
The empty faces of all the earth, defiled, as she lay,
Drunk on the blood of the saints martyred at her calloused hands.
All the earth and its desolate kings pray in a violent resonance for her demise,
They flock like moths to an unholy flickering of flame.
She, the wretched whore, who came to defile our chaotic earth,
Draped in shimmering scarlet like the coagulated blood of her slain.
In a volatile symphony of destruction,
Calling for vengeance,
Screaming for her blood to flow like rivers

The angel descends on the earth,
And in a harrowing surge the sealed ascend
into the dissonant sky, and we remain, the wretched unsealed,
Decaying deep within this swirling ocean of human misery and disgust.
In our mortal despondency we are left to rot,
In a continuous cycle of violence and suffering we dwell,
Until the subsequent angel of Heaven infiltrates the macabre empyrean,
As a chthonian darkness pierces the horizon,
the misanthropic genocide of our hateful race,
we are cast into the bleak seas of damnation,
our tainted blood flows for miles in a mercurial deluge,
Laying waste to a once picturesque landscape,
An exquisite work of art that now lies in ruins,
Corrupted by the defiled blood of the wretched unsealed,
We are held responsible for all that we’ve done,

they spoiled me
i broke down
'cause i was
bending all their rules
a reject
a mistake
that didn't fit the box
i moved on
a fixed me
ignoring
malfunction inside
and found out
i could hide
i never made the cut
CHORUS
this is how i feel
like a prototype
can i pass the test
can i even try
this is how i feel
like a prototype
when i'm looking strong
i crack up inside
this is how i feel
like a prototype
just a prototype
and sometimes
i hear them
they're scheming
how to raise the stakes
so i will
be shut down
so i'll be shorting out
(chorus)
this is how i feel
like a prototype
i will always feel
like a prototype

Somewhere within the spaces between death and this chaotic sleep,
Our riven sky is reduced to ash as the dissonant sun.
The faithful watch over as we writhe,
Convulsing in mercurial rhythms,
Mercurial rhythms.
Spurred onwards by this suffocating misery,
Our flesh is ulcerated, lacerated,
In a frail smothering nausea we lay,
And in violent seizures the earth begins to decay at our blistered feet,
The oncoming storm is a deathly prelude to an irreversible holocaust.
And as the blackened skies spew forth
Their vile carnage we recoil in hateful destruction,
Bludgeoned by shards of blood
And ice from the wretched heavens, we become nothing,
Are we destined to dwell eternally in this sickening darkness?
Will there be no forgiveness?

As blinding smoke smothers the sun,
From the wretched core of the volatile flames appeared the locust swarm,
Pouring out like a hateful ocean upon our frail flesh,
They came not to kill, but to bind and torture us,
The unsealed, the deceased.
With pain like that of scorpions,
The infernal roar echoes in our ears,
Long after we are deafened by the shattering resonance of this abysmal onslaught,
We pray for death.
With such sordid desperation that our blistered skin weeps blood,
Falling like rain from our irreparable flesh,
But to no avail, suffocating in plagues of fire.
Smoke and sulfur poured out from the mouths
Of those who brought famine and death,
And once more the earth shatters in a violent seizure beneath our feet,
Claiming the lives of 7000, the lucky ones,
released from this vile torment,
And in a hallowed cadence of worship for the one Most High,
The heavens split in two, and with hurricane winds and splintering hail falling

Tyranny, vengeance and blasphemy,
The sickening marks of the unholy trinity,
Cast down upon this despicable existence to defile the unsealed.
To wage war on the kingdom of Heaven,
Screaming with a hematic asperity for the blood of the saints on his decrepit hands,
The infernal synthetic godhead sits on his vile throne,
As the flames descend from the skies to scorch this desolate earth.
Blasphemous words seep forth like blood from his inimical lips,
Breathing prophecies of deceit and insolent acclaim for the one true falsehood.
Birthing this depraved architecture of filth and heresy,
To wage war on the kingdom of heaven with a hematic asperity,
The Anaclasis of reason, the spiralling apostasy of the unsealed populace,
And we, the unsealed, are defiled.
Made abject by these infernal tyrants,
Forcefed blasphemy and ethereal disgust.
The flames descend from the sky to scorch this desolate earth.
The odious mark is etched in our rotten flesh,
Our damnation made true, carved into our wrists reads Six-Six-Six,
Our eyes shift in and out of focus,

Whispering words of dissolution,
As compassion fails, atrophying sanctity,
We’re losing faith, descending into suffocation,
A relapse into infinite desolation,
And so this hollow earth is defiled.
Now all that remains, this memonic oracle,
A gentle reminder of our reverence lost,
Of the carnage converging on our wretched earth,
Foretelling the demise of salvation.
Calling our names in desperation,
Transcending death, with admonitions of our ruin,
Our disregard sees us falling silently towards the end,
Fall, our deliberation drenched with spite for those who heeded that infernal warning,

As we lay here, motionless,
Drenched in the foul tyranny of deception and blasphemy,
The deceased, the unsealed.
The angel descends, transfixing the darkness of our blackened heavens,
The absolution of mankind’s misery,
The despotic leviathan is cast into the darkness of the Abyss.
The epoch of our deliverance, our reprieve,
The martyrs resurrect, ascend from their final rest.
To reclaim their place at the side of the throne for 1000 years,
Ruling over this rotting earth, this empty shell of a world,
And we, the deceased, the wretched unsealed, that inhabit it.
Until that day, the macabre awakening,
The leviathan bursts forth from his desolate tomb,
And we, the wretched, are defiled.
With a jarring malice in his eyes
And the martyrs blood in his voice,
He wages war on Heaven.
The abominable armies of the Kings
O this volatile Earth bay for annihilation,
And in a deathly chorus they scream:

One by one, the seals are broken,
Step by diligent step we draw ever closer to the climatic revelation,
The motionless apocalypse.
Broadcasting to us the way to final liberation,
With every volatile motion, the wretched horsemen,
The nameless advocates of the terminal holocaust ride forth.
Pouring out their hateful designs,
Our purity dies tonight.
The martyred souls of aeons past,
The spirits of the slain, arise with a desperate plea for vengeance,
The pain of their suffering at the hands of the earth
Coursing through their veins and their frail voices.
The earth shakes beneath our cursed feet,
Our final sunrise turns black, a thick darkness,
Red like the blood of the martyrs, envelops the full moon.
The stars that once lit our blackened sky fall like tears,
And with the devastating sound of the heavens above us shattering, receding, deafening,
The eternal promise of mankinds salvation revealed in a discordant apex,
For all of us who would receive,