FURNACE OF AFFLICTION (Remastered)

perfect and clear male vocals, synth, ethereal, dark, perfect and clear female vocals, guitar, overdub, pronounced bass line, dreary mood, phased rhythm guitar, perfect mix and pan, enhanced Stereo, drone where appropriate

V4.5

[Dark instrumental introduction] Civilizations of the past build on the ones before. Towers crumble, walls fall down, To rise up nevermore. Nothing that man has built Will stand the test of time. Worlds rise and fall at the voice of God sublime. Purify meeeee…. Burn the dross from my soul. Through the furnace…. Of affliction I will be made whole. For the natural man is an enemy To all that is Holy and pure. And the closer that I get to Thee, The less of myself I can endure. [Instrumental interlude] Voices from dust scream a warning that must be heeded or suffer the cost. In all of their screaming, I know I'm not dreaming, that I was nearly lost. The pounding, it sounds in my ears, the drumming of armies of old. They're sounding, in echoes so near, the voices of stories untold. For the natural man is an enemy To all that is Holy and pure. And the closer that I get to Thee, The less of myself I can endure. Voices from dust scream a warning that must be heeded or suffer the cost. In all of their screaming, I know I'm not dreaming, that I was nearly lost. [Instrumental interlude] Purify meeeee…. Burn the dross from my soul. Through the furnace…. Of affliction I will be made whole. Civilizations of the past build on the ones before. Towers crumble, walls fall down To rise up nevermore. Nothing that man has built Will stand the test of time. Worlds rise and fall at the voice of God sublime. (God sublime, God sublime, God sublime) [Powerful instrumental outro Diminuendo]

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