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Orphan Inheritance
11:26
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I am an orphan boy,
Dwindling sun robbed of joy,
All alone, all afraid, all a wreck,
An empty house, a brittle husk,
Emitting miasmas of dense dusk,
Dirty cash, silver rust, diamond dust,
Does your hate justify your anger?
Does my pain simplify your languor?
But if I see the hint of error-eye red, I won’t let him see the hint of me when i cower,
Nothing can divide me from the thought, effort is lost within the passing hour,
The only thing holding me back is time,
I haunt these words,
In light I manifest these periphery blurs,
So I’ve heard,
An evil cloaked as a swirling flock of birds,
Have you seen?
The sky when the glow of the atmosphere finally dies?
I saw that night
when the glow of life left his and her eyes,
But if I see the hint of error-eye red, I won’t let him see the hint of me when i cower,
Nothing can divide me from the thought, effort is lost within the passing hour,
The only thing holding me back is time,
Translucent in twilight, a shadow of causality,
Casted by the blood on the floor,
Distant and despondent, detached from my holding,
Similar to the busted in door,
O, and they're made of the cruelest things, knives and venom vials,
Remnants of the darkest dreams, those silent screams, the monsters under your bed,
So lie still and don’t speak, they can smell fear on your breath,
Don’t you dare tell me that the threat is only in my head,
It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught,
What violence have you wrought?,
No, there’s nothing left,
I’m the heir to the theft,
Le fantôme masqué noir, il ne dort jamais,
Le royaume où le crépuscule tombe, il est abîmé,
Liability to your sempiternal war, but how you deprecate the son,
An "X" on my chest is a mark i bear for some possible doom,
From a wrathful embrace that once fled this room,
It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught,
What stigma have I self-wrought?,
No, there’s nothing left,
I’m the heir to the theft,
But if I see the hint of error-eye red, I won’t let him see the hint of me when i cower,
Nothing can divide me from the thought, effort is lost within the passing hour,
It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught,
Father, what has your blood wrought?
No, there’s nothing left,
I’m the heir to the theft,
My soul has been lit, and it just won’t quit,
J’aurai ma revanche!
Si je perds une fois,
Je seulement perdrai une fois, seulement perdrai une fois,
Si je perds une fois,
Je seulement perdrai une fois, seulement perdrai une fois,
Si je perds une fois,
Je seulement perdrai une fois, seulement perdrai une fois,
Si je perds deux fois,
Je perdrai toujours, je perdrai toujours,
Upon arcane blood of all past kin,
Child orphaned, the tale begins,
With darkened skies, a siren wails,
Some sleight of hope, when all else fails
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Anathematized
03:00
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Northern wind,
The power lines,
Tear them down,
Without a sound,
Lukewarm,
And skipping,
Every other,
Heartbeat,
The words don’t come out, but the scream’s just the half of it,
The words are torn out, but the story’s just a part of this.
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Paris
07:39
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The vile moon rose slowly over the Arc de Triomphe,
In such a beaten state, I wanted the victory it symbolized,
This gloom embraces its greed because settling is not enough,
Dreamed of aeroplanes and subway trains in giant cities,
Hale in my veins but poison trauma in a sallow heart,
Police lights throb and the sirens made a reprise,
Like the Seine the memory cuts and divides me apart,
A child left immured in Sacré-Cœur and the walls are too high to climb,
The thief and the crime, such are these dark times,
Of deception, possession, hope without confession,
The brute cold, feuds old, done over ten-fold,
Oh I’m scared of the night, Paris please be my guiding light,
Notre Dame roars far away as I am torn from sleep,
Nightmare washed in hot iron yet chilling cold circuitry,
Cower to the candle and the promises I bear to keep,
Bouncing on my father’s knee, my family tree, a sea of mercury,
A life violently frayed, ribbons caught in a discarded mesh,
But the glow of the city tries to keep me lukewarm at best,
Le tour Eiffel pierces sky like a metal claw into flesh,
Ys drowned by a flood, a pox on my blood and it’s drying,
The thief and the crime, a dollar, a dime,
A choir, a pyre, the buildings climb higher,
The brute cold, feuds old, done over ten-fold,
Oh I’m scared of the dark, Paris be that initial spark,
So who’s in the right and who’s the mistaker?
If there’s a giver, then there must be a taker,
The dichotomy is all right, but there’s more than you know,
Below the crest of a wave there’s an undertow,
They say “Il y a l’avidité dans le sang”,
Until Ys breaks through the sea, your curse will never be gone,
But blood keeps on flowing while clock gears will rust,
Worry about your dirty cash and your diamond dust,
But if you’re broken at the heart, you’re broken everywhere,
And true terror is fearing even when no one’s there,
And the cold death of the withering tree nears,
It’s been eclipsing me for more than three thousand years,
It’s not the blood from your roots but blood rushing to your head,
as Paris swaps its lights for black gloom instead,
But in your darkest dreams I’ll be watching you, Beware,
Bonne nuit petit voleur,
Fringing abyss, around this town,
Caduceus, don’t weigh me down
Le fantôme noir, you let escape,
Your fatal flaw and he’s taking shape,
The dawning of, a broken son,
Blight of greed brought by a dwindling sun,,
Uncertain night, be my defense,
Ruinous red lights, best keep your distance
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Caduceus
07:07
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Storm quells its wrath,
Quavered an array of light,
but it’s aeons away,
And just beyond my sight,
Is it an Elysian chime?
Or a Tartarus toll,
It bereaves me of peace,
And reminds me of what they stole,
You can’t encode your pain,
O grifter that grieves,
Algorithmically cope,
Will you notice when it leaves?
Now it’s fisticuffs,
Your medium for speech,
But there’s miles to fight,
And just beyond your reach,
Now, what is this home, it’s not for us three,
now, like a squall darkness will follow me,
And now, like an angry Hermes, I’m a robber at the gates,
And now, I can’t carry these weights,
Qui est le plus fort et brutal?
Qui est le plus intelligent?
Qui est le plus sournois et triste?
Sommes nous le plus redoutable?
Et puisque je suis tombé loin,
Halo d’ancêtres au dessus,
Le paysage lourd, l’océan de nuit,
Ils traînent moi travers les épines,
Now, what is this home, it’s not for us three,
now, like a squall darkness will follow me,
And now, my caduceus shall be my oar through the straits,
And now, like an angry Hermes, I’m a robber at the gates,
Ouais je te reçois,
Fort et…
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The Master Thief San Diego, California
"I am an orphan boy, and I'm a thief."
Hello all. This is a music project of making a rock opera
off of the video game series Sly Cooper. What started off as a fun joke side project is now becoming something worthy of showing. An EP will soon be coming out to showcase what is to come.
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