1. |
The Grim
02:28
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As I wake
Blank eyes aim down on me
As I speak
Hands hold strong, enlightening
Brick by brick, crate my feet
Drill me the way I can clearly see into my sickness
This wounds you won't forgive me
Drawn to the flood
Who owns the answer
Silent I crawl that one
Path that you spoke to me
Rigid and cold
To sink the ways of the octagon
Leaping
The fall shall claim
The end of
This hollow pretender
May my last wound be the greatest to erase all others
The Grim there's no more
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2. |
Vanished By The River
03:42
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The tide
never seemed so strong
Has it sank with him
A scared ghost-like creature
Struggling his way out
As you brag so self assured
You'll never know his place
What if
Something of someone
Made you realize
That you're not worth it
That you failed
And you do fail, constantly
Carelessly hurting everyone more than yourself
And you know
It was for no, end at all
You got nothing and you got nowhere
You failed and you do fail constantly
Now you stop and you realize that
The pain, it is so strong |I can no more fit inside it|
Then it sinks in you |I can no more fit inside it|
It floods your insides unbearably slow, the same |I can no more fit inside it|
And then you choose, would you let go |I can no more live without it|
You fall in the water and join the stream
Aware of the poison spreading within
A sinking body with open eyes
Embracing the umbra, leaving the light
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3. |
Buried At The Sea
02:39
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Oh, this tomb it won't release him
Farewell wrong man's son
This face it mourns but it won't shed a tear
Follows
Along the masquerade in the urge to come cleaner
But when the veil falls, vultures will land
They'll feast of your corpse as they always meant to
Lone
Grief praised at the ocean
Sand thrown at the skies
Six feet tall standing
The storm chokes at your cries
Grief praised at the ocean
Fog mislead their lies
Six feet tall standing
The mask breaks at your eyes
your eyes
your cries
your lies
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4. |
Limbo
06:40
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This hole
I belong to
Echoes my wrongs
This cave
Raised of darkness
holds the suffering of the
Never-ending voices
Trapped inside this infinite loop
can you hear?
Hear their screams
Became silence.I
:recall your hands on my throat:
how could I?
Cold I became, with time
:locked all devotion away:
so I could try
To bare, the weight
of the eight
on my back
and live
to fail
Again
Until I dug the deepest hole
In the dark, a light
|Lies|
Reach out, grab my hand
I'll guide you through the haze
Through the darkest pit
Cuts the brightest light
Aware of your wrongdoings
Chants of forgiveness, shine upon your flesh
Exposed to her providency
Who holds the light
Unleashed the fight glooming in my head
Beyond the fire
Awaits a land only we can heal from the curse
Who brought you here
I am one, with thy river,
loose of chains, breathes the octagon
I am one with my sickness,
heir of chains, feeds the octagon
I return at the dawn,
shattered shards of the octagon
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5. |
Out Of Light And Silence
01:07
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[Instrumental]
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6. |
Barca
03:01
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Rebuilt of oak and strings
Burnt soul, pure
With armor forged in stones
Fists raised above
First breath after death
I was never alive
I'm sober in my newborn mind
I'm born
With purpose,
I sail this boat through the cursed. And behold.
A mirror I see. All men of eight faces
The tide boiling red embraces me
Out of time I took my last steps
Through a borrowed mind
Face me
I'm wired to lead the riot
Don't be fooled
On your knees, you will reap what you sow
Wearing me whole
They require the lust and greed, stuck in us
Their scent like ruin
Turn desire into a cross to bear
Worshiping the light
I'm refined through the mold you have insight
I'll write every wrong
The scars we've drawn burned today
And their sentence so happens to be
I'll wear nothing selfless
I'll claim no crown
The throne belongs to you
You seek and you hunt and you kill and you reap for her
For the light
You run and you fall and break and you'll die for her
For the light
But she fades
And she's still fading
Face me
I'm wired to lead the riot
Don't be fooled
On your knees, you will reap what you sow
Wearing me whole
They require the lust and greed, stuck in us
Their scent like ruin
Turn desire into a cross to bear
Worshiping the light
I'm refined through the mold you have insight
I'll write every wrong
That weights in fear
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7. |
My Sickness, Octagon
06:52
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THÖRNE Viana Do Castelo, Portugal
THÖRNE is a blackened hardcore band originated from the depths of Viana Do Castelo's underground in
Portugal.
Following on the release of their 2019 debut EP "Octagon", THÖRNE returns January 21st with their new single and video, "Those Golden Rules".
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