Evoken
      Split with Beneath the Frozen Soil

1. Omniscient
2. The Pleistocene Epoch
3. Vestigial Fears
4. Into The Primal Shrine
5. Ironlung
6. Monotone Black I
7. Monotone Black II

1. Omniscient

I own the absolute knowledge of the ages; the impenetrable enigmas buried deep within all flesh and blood. Behold: through valleys of dire nothingness ...atop distant mountains outlined upon the burning sunset - I foresaw eternity and have endured every moment of the past. Through sheer spiritual agony I've transcended the celestial plane. The deathlike radiance of collapsing stars cast prophetic shadows upon my birth.

Reborn through the breath of each dawn...I am absolute power expanding beyond the infinite. The cruel tyranny of time cannot decay the truths I possess. The horrors of ancient eons; the rivers of blood shed in barbaric wars; the stark suffering of humanity through the savages of plagues. I bear the inconceivable weight of perpetual thought. The curse of divinity...


2. The Pleistocene Epoch

Sleep in peace; dissolve while liest in your cold dust. Sleep amid your dark and dead, awake only to your common urn. All have fled to their "creators" throne...hopeful delights only to shine and burn. I despise your worthless world. Widle from a born-faithless belief. Your pathetic, imaginary world of pleasures, of false hopes drenched in a sea of lies. Do you hear those screams wholly inanimate! Now the spirit, not your dust, weans the heart of conscious or night. Will you find your hell in thee?


3. Vestigial Fears

Soundless in an overshadowed realm. What gust of wind -breath of god -is ever still? Crumbling; all time is swept away; the fever of memory. Repentance is a two-fold scheme... sea against shore.

Evinced in solid and shape; the orchestra of breath. Gaze sternly over agony lying in state. Poetical apotheosis; they are not created to die! Frantically grasp the terror of Allowyal.

I cannot feel now...ANGER...HATRED... what have I become?? Torn from death's lifeless tree. Those far reaching shadows... I am ripped from the earth; the air; the depths! You cannot make the dead live again.


4. Into The Primal Shrine

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