Six Million Dead - Aeons of Nihil (2020 single)

Aeons of Nihil
A spectre is formed from the depths of the mind
The black mist expels, the pits of spite and scorn
Hellish in appearance, exalted in haunting form
A funeral harvest draws closer to those guilty of ignorance
They anticipate in fear at a site they've never seen
Is this vengeance or just a required fulfillment

Funereal existence

Final judgment draws near
The coming of chaos and destruction

A spectre is formed, the new realm for millennia
Where time is meaningless, lost in a dark reverie
Disfigured by malice, their insatiable appetite
The obsidian causeway, the only view from nihil
The chorus fills the sky of dark whisperings that intoxicate the night
As the infinite nature stares with cold dead eyes

Fueled by avarice
Fueled by their own conceit
The nefarious procession thrives
The spectre burns so lucid
Fueled by the depths of the ignorant minds

Above lies the backdrop of a blood red painting
Painted with the blood of all who injected the venom of ignorance
Their own foolishness brought upon these catastrophic events
As the black mist expels the pits of spite and scorn
Nocturnal blessings, the chorus of despair for the embrace of light

Mummified silence that were sewn with the strands of guilt and ignorance
This new realm of millennia, a funereal existence, where bloody steps will never heal
The true form of our spectre was finally revealed
Nocturnal blessings, aeons of nihil never to be embraced by the light

Written by:
Jose Gutierrez, Rob Reyes

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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