Omen Rama

Omen Rama BEATS RHYMES CURIOSITIES

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"Dans van de Reyes"

VERSE 1

The sky holds forms of it’s own

Blue couldn’t raise the sun from her ocean

To a fire enthroned

At it’s zenith as sire of hours.

By the mandate of dais.

Waters above the sea home a flourishing

Suite to wade.

For the heir of a journey’s end

Needs the guidance of Domus Dei.

Swollen bosom provides the crescent wolf;

Sella the yoke of way.

A mirror, his coat becomes;

Agnes searches for a reflection.

The wolven drinks stout of golden limb

Taking what shines as tokens.

VERSE 2

 Pyra the reawakened

Betrayed by the fine of selas

Rowan of apple taken

Forgotten by all of Ellis

Fire born to a goddess

Her loneliness has forsaken

The chariot drawn by four

To the yellow eyes of a satan

Who’s taken the shore of Heaven

The bluish lux of maria

A vale before the inferno

Led to by the howl of Luna

Golden tress of a crown

To ashes reborn of tilth

Shed the husk of the filth and lies

To Inherit a still horizon

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synths, beats, and percussion funked by: Mono Stone (https://soundcloud.com/monostone-1)

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In Lieu of the Magnets

I had to face the lies

What I could not then

For now the time has come

Here now my coat of rags

I wear it like every other

Underneath lay a skin of man

Not a wolf with eyes for blood

Hang it up

I have seen it all through a keyhole

As a breakdown

Will I fall down?

Yes I fall down

If I know how

Will I budge?

Any outcome

Many doubts rung

Plenty mouths run

Seen enough so

Can I outrun

What I have put down?

All the light I've sought afoot

For all to see

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  "Aehrs ere Alaha"

My heart is weightless

Allay 'hind a world

Await thy dawn to come

Unto'en silence walks

Who tears the veil'en noir

To sleep with you

And I cannot fight

Fate befallen whom

Day shall he call on

Dead, drowned as thy waters

CHORUS

I've awakened to

Nothing at all

Hide a naked fool

Such as the fall

VERSE 2

I want to see again

Breathe as I had ere long-when

Know the air, sun, and waters

Bath and forget

To leave here on a clouds ray

By the hand rows forth on

My home becomes as I am

CHORUS

I've awakened to

Nothing at all

Hide a naked fool

Such as the fall 

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"Theatre of the Feast"

Peers of the realm

Kingly for the eye

Theatre for noble patronage

Peasantry toiled rye

Cordage wreathen atop his lordliness

Fortunes of teller's scrye

Bellwether holy vessel

Baking sheckles in the pie

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VERSE 1

Omen Rama /

Kami Sama /

Blunted silhouette /

Forgot the cause /

Because all I can see was the effect /

El glower /

Palm reader / Shangri La /

I can see the inner stitches /

But never the scars /

Turn a lavender horizon /

To a brownish tar /

And open up another fucking wound on any arm /

Chile van Voodoo holds a dying flame /

Amongst the poultry /

With a sultry look upon his face /

No Pollux /

Or hidden lianas /

Tarnish the crown /

This feeling is really making me nauseous /

Even the honest and modest /

Are falling prey to the future /

And if I see it in obsidian /

I'm hoping it's showing that /

PRECHORUS

You / Baby / And me / Together as one / F /

Cause I'm already on to you /

CHORUS

REPEAT 4X

You already know /

VERSE 2

Omen Rama /

Kami Sama /

Raja Balinese /

Unleash a cosmic /

Molotov from anda /

Even with a glass corona /

Or a pair of claire's /

I can only see naga's wings /

Turn a rotten bare /

Two coins for the festering talons /

You and I have died before /

Let's not ignore the imbalance /

Because of /

PRECHORUS

You / Baby / And me / Together as one / F /

Cause I'm already on to you /

CHORUS

REPEAT 4X

You already know /

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"EUCHARIST IN DECEMBER"

VERSE 1

 I think of when we were younger /

 I know you see it to /

 I think that there is somewhere out there /

 Where we're one still /

 CHORUS

 4X

 Maybe not

 VERSE 2

 I think of when we were stupid /

 I feel that we still are /

 I think that we'll relive these lives /

 And be back someday /

 RAP VERSE

 Maybe not /

 Another delusion /

 I can eat the flesh if rotten and lucid /

 Reciting lighted enchantments /

 Invoking the four winds /

 Telling time by the candlewax /

 Subtle is your revenge /

 Hellenized by the luna /

 A tuna / I'm rolling Persian /

 I'm waiting for your return /

 But I'm certain it's never tuned /

 Should I wait for another frequency /

 What if it don't exist /

 Maybe it really does and we're already in it's midst /

 CHORUS

 4x

 Maybe not

 VERSE 3

 I know that you are gone /

 But I still wake up expecting /

 I know that you're in love /

 But that was so unexpected /

 Maybe not /

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"Chile van Voodoo" a 35 second short film

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Chile van Voodoo - "Paloma Koi"

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Omen Rama x "Drinking Silver"

 From a young star system.. war ridden;  Forced to pitchfork for ore.  Not born a slave, before he was a matador.  Had a badder whore and amassed a fatter hoard  Of past awards, cash, and amore.  Adored by more, than a thousand Moorish roars,  That soared from the nosebleeds to the coliseum floor.    Betrayed, now… in a cage, he escapes.  Set a blazing course to pour forth,  Due North; then west towards the,  Whore’s Port….  First you must traverse the Lord’s thwart  Known as: The Hell’s Porch.  It’s a cold moaning ocean  Of old growth coastal forest,  Warts and bullet hornets.  Of course there’s the orchid sorceress  And her son, the horrible torturer  Morty Mortissen The Morbid  Holds a sword and a hacksaw.  Slackjawed.  Smells like a boars ass in a mashed sauce  Of sad dogs.  Shadowed from the lackys and leviathan  Who blind to hindtail  From fine ale and cat claws.  Take refuge near the canopy.  Fashion a crude spear.  Set traps and alarms for outlaws,  Dirty paws, and jaguars.  Fast asleep…   He dreamt of a liquid silver man  With wings for ears;  He revealed a near green tablet  And scenic dreams of…  Red sands and;  Volcanic granite.  He said,  ”Bull roared, glory for your wings and horns.  From where the race of gods became   And mortals bore.”  So follow these lay lines  That lead to these campsites  And from there the cave hives;  Past the lost eyes saddle,  In ten days.  On the margin of the Dead Plains  Gather a bundle of sour  Moon flower trumpets and  Two Thorn Apples.  I can bring you here to Juno  Where your soul come from.  It told him,  ”We are old friends.”