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Mired in illusion
Lost in the master's game
Silenced by the idea of time
Nurtured with lies and deceit
The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
We are the current sum of all the ages
Leaving a trail of burnt pages
Thrown into darkness as stars
We travel alone as one
When the dust settles on the tavern
Is when we're liberated from illusion
Taking our first and final breath
Realizing life is always after death
Mired in illusion
Lost in the masters game
Silenced by the idea of time
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
- Album:
- Dimmu Borgir
- Death Cult Armageddon
- Enthrone Darkness Triumphant
- Miscellaneous
- Puritanical Euphoric Misantrophia
- Spiritual Black Dimensions
- For All Tid
- Abrahadabra
- Alive in Torment
- Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (New)
- In Sorte Diaboli (Deluxe)
- Abrahadabra (Bonus Track Version)
- ABRAHADABRA (Exclusive Bonus Version)
- ABRAHADABRA (Bonus Version)
- Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia
- World Misanthropy (Re-View & H-Ear)
- World Misanthropy
- The Invaluable Darkness (Live)
- In sorte diaboli
- The Serpentine Offering