MOLOKEN LYRICS

1. Molten Pantheon

The year of the skulls:
Reckoning the curators, to cull the threat,
By removing surplus stock.

The year of rapture:
When aging colossus collide and torn asunder,
To fit the pantheon.

The year of changes:
Vestals brought from the skies, immaculate conceived,
To cherish a new icon.

The year of sacrifice:
Withering morals melded to build the edifice,
Of the stones that bind us.

Inside the molten core:
Holy machinery in affect.
With iron sulphide,
Cultivate we will
Burn what we worshipped
And worship what we burned.

2. Untitled I

I bury you, forever and ever – you're going down.
On your own, no one will know, you're going down.
Don't look at me, you're going down, on your own.
You're going down.

I will survive, I will come back – just wait and see.
It's time for me to make you see who I really am.

I did survive, now and forever – now you're going down.
I have survived, now and again, on my own.

If I die, you will too, me and you, together forever.

3. Die Fear Will

Where have you gone, and where should we go?
One thing is for certain; here, we can not stay.

Throw your burden at me.
Lay your unrest on my shoulders.
Kill your pain in my embrace.
Let your discomfort die at my feet.
Let this not be forever.

Pay attention, this is from the heart:
Don't be the victim of your own sacrifice,
Don't be the judge to your own penalty,
It will lead you away, far astray.
You will end up in destructive circles, for hell is in your head.

4. Followers

Searching for the estranged; something of indulgence.
In art made flesh, your worth is my harvest.
Keep pasting any times; something of a visionary.
Enrolling the behemoth that will set all this free.

Where we're going we don't need eyes to see.
An idea has transcended into life; exploring new rituals.

This is who we are: cultivators of the cause.
For hell is only a word, reality is far worse.

5. Untitled II

It's just an illusion built by you, talking about your gratefulness.
Can't you see your own lies?

Save yourself, leave the rest.
Save your pride, forget the rest.
Save your lies, ignore the rest.
Save yourself.

Stolen childhood: A generation in vain.
A few years for you, a lifetime for them.

Stolen childhood: Bastards watching.
A few years for you, a lifetime for them.

6. EBEORIETEMET

The march of snails, on the razor’s edge.
Stubborn they mow through further restraints.
Unworthy; a mongrel; pandemic delusion.

All there is to see: the raptors head,
Glowing crimson eyes; entangled prey trembles.

The splinter in your mind tells of unwanted motions.
Shudders in the dark – drums of the deep calls.

7. My Enemy

My enemy ahead of me, glancing at the conscience.
Starring blind, phoenix dies.
The fear to die, waiting to live.
Empty handed, he strives towards his own demise.

What do we know of our existence, other than that it will be our own demise?
What do we know about persistence? Do we live until we die?

My enemy behind me, always looking over his shoulder,
Searching for phoenix alive.
The fear to live, waiting to die.
Empty handed he strives towards his own demise.

8. Untitled III

All my life I've been dying.
My awareness, my disease: time is just an illusion.
My enemy is ahead of me.
Who is my saviour now?

9. 11"12

I fell deeper, got filled to the brim.
Clenched my fist to handle the last chain, but to no avail.

Seeping pores, rolling escape; vessel of myself.

Staggered through this bottom, among scattered remains.
How many deaths have in vain sought the rising flow?
Barren lands, freezing emptiness.

Fixed sensation: speech of souls.

To the outer rim of solid grounds, past these trifling murky waters.

All I see will come to tremble, before my hour of the great leap.

I come with the raging flood. Its vindicating eye burns me. Turned ashen in its frenzy.

Judgment unto the eroding ooze, from the flames of the nether: I'm left faceless and overwhelmed.

This sea of desolation, ever dipped by an ore.
Eluding as my path to the nearest shore.







MOLOKEN LYRICS