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"The energy lurks within us...
A robust flame of will
With burning conviction
We march with pride to war...
Marching forward with fervor..."
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The Arcane Conquest
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“So begins the arcane journey
A tale of sorrow and victory...
I clench my fist
Harden my heart
Cold is my soul
I proclaim my mournful war
The retribution is near....on we march!
My treacherous journey of sorrow
Requiem for Eternal Rest
Channeling the universal truth
Echoes of triumph on my conquest...
Let my destiny be forged in my pliant hands!!!!!
Now I have seen,
The Raven
"On wings of perdition the hateful raven soars, a reflection scourged in shadow, impaled by suffering, rising in superior torment..."
Enduring the gloom and ruin
With an iron fist
And frozen heart
In solitude I clench my pride
Holding strong
to what I feel inside
Fighting til the very last breath
To none I surrender, but to death
Yet the thorns in my soul
Conjure the awakening of inner war
Murky reflections filled with hate
Frigid breath of my inner demon awaits...
"For years he's faced this darkness alone
With no hope in his spirit, his heart turns to stone"
"My eyes scan the magical horizon
The wandering of eternity
There are no chariots here
I falter hopelessly
With heavy heart towards the mountain throne..."
With empty heart
And scorn in my spirit
Clenching my firm resolution
As I descend into the abyss...
We are rapt in this spellbound ruin
With deep conviction we approach eternity...
With dejection I climb step by step
Only to find more darkness to unveil
"Clenched fist, teeth bared, heart of stone, eyes of wrath, filled with fury and hate, a conqueror and warrior of illusion, fixed on certain death"
A power so mysterious, yet forged in the depths of our souls
An enigmatic force of spirit
Tempered by strength and will...
"The Raven soars high...
The Wanderer regains his pride"
So he marches forward
Fueled by the wrath of his brazen passion
A triumph over defeat
A triumph of our destiny
With bitterness he reclaims his conquest...
Entering the dreamland
Wielding my sword against the inner conflict...
The Arcane Conquest
The Perennial Conflict
Will I ever see the sun?
I bare my teeth
And hang my head in grief
These waves stand still
My ship no longer sails
This is my burden
The storm broods in my spirit...
Now I have seen
Visions of my destiny
A forlorn path of triumph
Conquering with empty hands
I'm the emperor of my own destruction
And my soul remains shattered and frozen...”
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Wanderer of the Waste Detroit, Michigan
Obscure one man black metal project from the western hemisphere's northern abyss
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