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A Place To Call My Unknown

by Cult of Erinyes

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Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of conversations A sense of well-being and comfort A remedy against loneliness You think you're protected, you think you can feel their warmth The illusion of being somebody, of serving a purpose An insignificant part of an immeasurable whole Outside the skies are gray, broad spaces frighten you Living away from windows, the unease gnaws your guts Seems the night will swallow you, will erase you at last Pointless existences, interchangeable lives A springboard to anonymity, absolute hypocrisy A world on the brink of implosion Sharing turns into an exhibition , pride’s parade The price to pay to overcome the feeling That freezes your heart and wakes you up at night Egos business, the final stage Accessing this better world only made your fall harder Alone, so desperately alone in the blinding lights You cried out for the last time in the damp and black night A wounded animal playing its last card You were never found, you were never heard You were never in any light, you never left the darkness All eyes passed straight through you You were already invisible, you were already dead Now that you're gone they are still watching Now that you’re gone, they’re still talking to you You don’t even need to exist, you never existed All eyes passed straight through you You were already invisible You never existed

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released April 23, 2011

Cult of Erinyes is:
Corvus: composition, guitar, bass, keys
Mastema: vocals, lyrics
Baal: drums

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Dolmanseh: visuals
Algol: live bass
Baron: live guitar

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