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Rivers Of Nihil

Old Nothing

 

Old Nothing

(album: Where Owls Know My Name - 2018)


Forgo the falls which rain with fear, farce are their depths
Illusions are woven beings, the masquerading of death

Where eternity folds itself to wind the projection reel
A casket lowered renders the truth, an existence unveiled

Rejoice, commend, re-live
The beginning of ends
Rejoice, transcend, re-live
The beginning of ends

Spiraling beyond this seamless seal
Lies a destined view of tranquility within flesh-less fields

Commence thy spirit

Behold this integral fate
Spawn of radiant rapture and shape
As I fold and drift in this void
I leave this world of fire, texture and taste

In the absence of light
That was coiled and bound
I reflect upon the balance
That once shone

Hush, don't speak, no more
The feeling is gone

Oh, fleeting feeling of bond
You've been loyal in my loneliness
You aid my growth, build me to be strong

Rejoice, commend, re-live
Oh, the nothing, old friend
Rejoice, transcend, re-live
Oh, the nothing, old friend

Commence thy spirit

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