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The Enduring Spirit of Calamity - Tomb Mold
Composed by：Tomb Mold
You will walk endlessly to find me
Behind the karmic foil of the enslaved star
It is man that unveils the initiatory words
The transmutation of opposites
The slaying of all proponents of self
Every lapse forgiven
Or at least not felt
Boundless latitudes revealed to each of us
Is this unity mythified in our exchange of abstractions
Are we prolonging nature's final spell
Secrets save us from dissolving
Yet we are still to die under the battering light
I am replaced a thousand times over
I mourn the change coming
Where time takes hold of us
I mourn the change coming
Where time takes hold of us
Deep in the eternal world of the demiurge
Where acquiescence and rebellion coalesce
Cut open by faith left weeping within me
Your whispers become a thousand spells
Nothing is free to those who shield their hearts
All is free to those who bear their hearts
But who is free from compulsion
All those who fight this must suffer corruption
With respect to they that must be closed
Suffer this and you need suffer nothing more
