doom metal My Pinnacle of Power by Altar of Oblivion from album Sinews of Anguish
Duration : 9 minutes & 13 seconds.
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Emerging from the skies of revulsion
Causing hurt and misery
Victorious powers become ever stronger
Haunted by suspicion
Robbed from my substance, provoking turmoil
Inclination to the cult
Practice the duty of obedience
Blinding pact of death
Lack of hope, worst case scenario
Unable to prevail
Consolidate our balance of power
Afflicted by the damned
Badly marked by raging rumble
Claims to death command
Find the strength in isolation
Out of sensation
Vital slip of waning judgement
Undefeated hopelessness
Strain of faces growing hard
Break determinations
It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler
Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil
Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
Statement of solidarity
Spartan way of life
Will to endure, subside in rubble
No reality behind it
Macabre climax, raging battle
Steam-rolling hell
Frail attempt to stop the grief
Spear-headed devil
Faint domain of bliss forlorn
Mystical defeat
Rob me from the will to die
Summon the second coming
It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler
Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil
Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
Marching through the ghostly madness
Draw the backdrop to reality
Watch the end of cultivation
Climax is showing
Risky blend of resignation
Nationwide unconsciousness
Block by block and hand to hand
Saintly stop; relapsing decline
It's the war of the flowers
We'll take what is ours
Our lone power ruler
Still alive and hunted
Seal the final triumph
The bitter fruits of evil
Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
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