Concept Album Track 1: The Corner of My Eye

. The gentle mystique of her presence
.           cascading down the strands of her hair, flowing along her supple frame.
.                        I dream and dream again.
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.                    She is always there – in the corner of my eye.
.                                                   My subconscious has started to blend into reality,
.                                for I see her in my waking hours, now.
.                                                                               …Always…
.                                                   in the corner of my eye.
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. I can’t believe she is just a figment of my imagination.
.      (My mind may not be as …whole… as it once was, but that’s not a possibility)
.            I long for her to close the gap, to be tangible, and within my grasp.
.       But still she ever shies away.
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.              My eyes flutter shut,
.                                                                she beckons me.
.              I heed her somber call,
.                                                                an insidious whisper oddly silent.
.              As I draw near she pulls away,
.                                          ever farther, crushing my lungs with abysmal despair.
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.                             After years of vacant torture her haunting geist fades.
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. Emptiness…
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.                                             …Yearning…
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.                                                                                                                ….Longing.

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Concept Album Track 2: A Bitter Wind

.  The hours etch by
.                               a wholesome loneliness
.                                                                     the peace eternal.
.  A majesty stifled metropolis
.                   left bitter in the blank sky.                          i     l
.                            The moon’s reflected light            w     r     i
.                                – too dim to strike the dust    s                 n   across blackened dirt-
.                                                                                                  g
.                            leaves me reminiscing.
.                                                                                    Is this all that there is left in life?
.                                                                    To carry on a seemingly meaningless task
.                                                        With no one even acknowledging your existence?
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.                                          I am one with the wind.
.                     Surrounded by serene beauty, but invisible to the world.
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.                      One day the calm will come and I will cease to exist.

Concept Album Track 3: The Deal

.                         Sulking through the shambles of my life
.                                                                Stumb
.                                                                           ling along the dirt-packed path.
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.  Intoxication a temporary bliss, ever             [f     a      d       i      n      g]
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. A concentration of darkness pools and coalesces up ahead.
.                                                                             This poison addles my mind. A slow rot.
. The darkness slowly melts into a dingy smoke.
.                                                                                      My bed beckons me, I’m spiralling.
. A vague shape of a man forms and its vaporous head turns to face me.
.                                                       A palpable aura of despair emanates from its being.
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. It extends the vague formation of a “hand” and it solidifies into a wispy black body.
.                                                  I am too far gone for this – yet I grasp its claw.
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.                                               VISIONS BLAZE INSIDE MY MIND, SYNAPSES FIRING.
.                   I see her lithe form, calling to me.
.                                                She is not as she once was, a mere spectre, lost.
.                   My thoughts race as she reaches out to me.
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.                                           A promise from this dark mass.
.                                   My opportunity at love and happiness…
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.                                           I’d accept no matter the cost.

Concept Album Track 4: The Subterfuge

.                              The ground c                              s in the distance.
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.                                        A form of decay and horror rises forth,
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.                Wearing a raiment I have pictured a thousand times before.
.                         The one who had haunted me – returned – though not as promised.
.                Tears in my eyes as her body shuffles towards mine.
.                                                 Nothing left of her, just a husk.
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.            The blurred vision of a blade gently thrust into the skull as it crumples.
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.                              A > C R A S H < thunders through the sky,
.                        Bolts of lightning slam into the mud a mile away.
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.  A fissure opens and                                             the emanation of heat felt from here.
.                                      Hell hath come upon us.

Concept Album Track 5: Call To Heed

.                                                         Misery and self-disgust rise like bile.
.                                      My guts twist and turn with the crime I have committed.
. I let myself be drawn in with false hope of a sickened dream.
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.                                                                                                      How could I be so naive?
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.                         The months past since Night rose true.
.                                       To claim domain over our land.
.                                                                                                    …My fault alone.
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.                            Man has tried to reign in its defence.
.                                                                   My aid was demanded, so I stand.
. My armour fastened so tightly I can hardly breath – or is that just my crushing guilt?
. The blade at my hip bleeds cold into me,
.                                                             numbing my leg as if it had already been severed.
. Contracting the taught warmth of the curved oaken bow slung over my shoulder.
. Prayers muttered by the soldiers to the Radiance,
.                                                                                   will the Eternal Fires hear our plees?
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.           The call to arms echoes in the distance as thousands of us prepare to die.
.                                 A battle not for conquest, but survival.
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.                 Soon the clash will start but there will be no victory on this day.

Concept Album Track 6: Battle Preparations

. Bleakness sinks through the cracks ground into brittle bones
.                            The marred hand limply dangling from the ramparts
.                 Blood gushing torrents from my comrades,
. My strength is far to depleted to come to their aid.
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.                                      I watch the vile demons tear into them.
.           The only blood my weapon kissed was my own.
.                              Drearily I feel my awareness start to fade,
.                                                as crimson droplets pour from my eyes.
. Arrows coursing through the thin atmosphere,
.                                       {{{humming}}} reverently towards the aperture of life, death.
.                                          The curséd sorcerers mutter, a
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.                                                    C                            A                                K
.                                                                 R                               C
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.                                                                                         rings out, as their courses reverse,
.              and p            fletching deep into our own flesh.
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.                           u                                      Cries of horror ring forth
.                             n                                                     The sickening sound of
.                                g                                  men’s organs splashing into dust.
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.                                           The beings of pure evil hunch over my still living corpse
.                                      In my last moments I am given a choice;
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.                     Suffer at the hands of                    or                            End my suffering,
.                    this malicious creature.                                                  quick, and painless.
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.                                                                     And so I roll.
.                                                    My body tumbles over the edge
.                                   Gravity tossing my body, flipping uncontrollably.
.                                                 Skull crushes into compacted dirt
.                                                              Ending it instantly.

Concept Album Track 7: The Deal Part II

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.                As my awareness of my meager existence fades away.
. I see the all-to-familiar form of Sunbane taking shape.
.        Through heavy eyelids I witness his approach towards my mangled body.
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.                 It kneels next to me and plunges wispy tendrils of darkness into my chest.
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.                       [A BURNING LIGHT PLUNGES MY MIND INTO DARKNESS]
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.                                                Another vision, I see her again.
.                                                                          She awaits me, held at bay by Darkness.
.                              But…its not Darkness that keeps her from me, but the Radiance.
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.                     It keeps her from me, but Night shows me the path to my love.
.                                           I assume his role and free her so that we may be together.
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. My body slowly fades out of existence and a murky mist lays in its place.
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.                                         What had happened?
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.                                                                                                          Who…am I?
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.                      A voices rings inside my mind, I am the Sunbane, Darkness, I am Night.