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Old World Blues
04:46
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Gabriel blew his trumpet decades ago
The sky peeled back
The stars snuffed out
An abyss pitch black
This land now belongs to the endlings
This land now belongs to the endlings
This world now belongs to the endlings
The roads are faded guidelines, once useful
Now you'll only find those who prey on their own brother's flesh
The dead waltz forever in the desert
Their minds are melted
Chasing phantoms in abandoned structures
As the years grind on
Fingers are offered up for sacrifice
Until none are left
Then replaced by whole limbs
This place takes and takes every fiber of your being
Then placed upon the altar
And as the prince of pain, revels, continues to devour
Hope for a paradise takes a new meaning
As I become a legate for the devil will
Commanding waves of malice
Mercy now crushed for the need to live
With life eating life
The smell of burning flesh
Envelopes the planet
The sun casts its gaze over this world
Breaking the backs of those caught
Vultures thrive on the carrion
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There is no epitaph to send me off
No tomb to cradle me
Just a whimper cut mid breathe
From collapsing lungs
A constant storm laden with the fists of god comes crashing down
Waters rise and fill my premature grave
Sight has left me
The song and dance of the shovel play out in my mind
I count the sheep as they start to pile
Forming my eternal blanket
Convulsing rage added with festering hate
Clawing deep
Colors begin to bleed
Slivers sliding deep under the nails
Ascending like his serpent
Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent
Nervous prayers clutching your crucifix
My gaping maw shielded from the candlesticks
Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent
Slivers sliding deep under the nails acending like his serpent
My hope justice has been burried and replace with
Furry from the grave
I am the wielder of the iron reaver
Reborn from the flame bearded womb of the reaper
And renamed soul stealer
Fall to your knees now swine
I shall cleave your head from your body
Hollow it out and drink the fresh squeezed juices of your brain
To quench my thirst
Your flesh consumed to satiate my hunger
Your bones used to pick my teeth
When all is said and done you will rest in feces
Bursting bulbs shower my corpse in its gentle embers
snuffed out by the pools of leaking puss
Glimpses of decay track and spread
Plaguing your peripherals
Beg as best as you can but the part of me that could empathize is now burried
Balancing the scales
Make your offerings
The judgement stays the same
Sacrifice what you can
But this headstone will bear only your name
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Bellicose
03:48
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In the fields
I found her body
In the fields
I found her body
She was bathing in the sun
With limbs splayed, her mangled body, an elegance redone
With bones peaking like ice in the north
And rivers dry of blood
These peaceful waters do not reflect a deep ocean below
Where was the justice
Where was the consequence
I will obtain my retribution
Where was the justice
My conscious does not rest
I need my retribution
The indignation bleeds from every pore
Hunted children to no consequence
You thought this would go on forever
But your paedophilic paradise did not
Anticipate another
But your paedophilic paradise did not
Anticipate another terror
My spawn defiled I looked into the eyes of my dead child
As the maggots eat their way inside out
My spawn defiled my only god damn child
The stalk the hunt
A larger beast brings forth your fate
You hunted children to no consequence
With the taste of blood a larger beast brings forth in your fate
Assured perdition your existence it will annihilate
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Birthing Process
03:13
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Mountains of Flesh suffocating underneath its own weight
No inch of space is left unoccupied the only thing left to fill your lungs
Is that of a shared breathe
Replicating itself despite a lack of sustenance
Stuck at maximum capacity the earth has no choice but to give way
New skin new bones new limbs
A painful grimace across all faces
As the taste of human gore is inducted onto the palate
And as the begin lips fuse
We move into the next phase of the ouroboros
A set stage and dead center
Are the remnants of the crucified
Headless
For centuries I've laid dormant in this hopeless withered body
Feasting on misery
A thirst quenched off the tears of suffering
With 50 lashes
Each painted across the chest
Another ring I have ascended in this inferno
The earth splits open
A heaving bitch gives birth to ultimate malice
An usher for the newly damned
My decrepit hand will always find iron grip on your throat
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Heathen's Hammer
04:36
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Centuries chokehold
This weathered path inches closer to the cliffside
After millennia
Subtle brush strokes stack to warp this massive painting
Structures rise en nombre de padre
Built on a razor back of impending doom
With wards of fear
Strengthened by hollow promises
Af divine reward
Standing over God I bring my hammer down
Indoctrination to a tribal mentality
Your enemy a constant blight of your reality
Do you honestly think your views are the same of your party
Always willing to overlooking the contradictions
False ideals held up in the light I bring my hammer down
You set yourself high upon your throne of morality
And place atop thy head a crown of scrutiny
Enjoy the power in all its ephemerality
A reign of kings comes crashing to an end
A thousand years of bliss means your constant torment
I pray to a dead god for this world to expire
Ceasing every single persons breathe and setting it all on fire
I dont mind if i go if that is whats required
A deep craving in my flesh as throw myself on the pyre
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Emphatic End
03:38
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How many times have you made yourself the sacrificial lamb
A pathetic need for attention and praise just to breathe
You are fucking weak
Your existence will be short lived that I guarantee
Despite what is said this world will not end with the meek
I want to watch the color fade from your face
The reaper closes in for a cold embrace
The lights go out as the blade slips in
Into an artery
Whispers sense of death
At the expense of all your sanity
Your vanity is the top priority
Honing my artform with a pair of pliers
Soldering gun and battery wires
Pitiful display of your contrition
And now a martyr of my volition
Within this vale of sin and toil
Souls will fucking burn
This is a procession
A parade of pain
Everyone's a fucking victim
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Vessels of Violence
05:52
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The complexity of our excuses to justify the pain
Eternity allowed for growth
Still stuck
Doing the same
False flags rally to the
Lowest common denominator
Leeches latching onto tainted blood
Seperated into tribes
Us versus them
With violence ruling over all
A mangled hand reaches for the cusp of greatness
Seperated by our ideals
With violence ruling over all
Primitive man
Gnaws at the bone
Bloodlust weighs in favor for the left hand path
A stone overhead will tell
The secrets of the world
It flows like wine into the cup of Judas
A cold hard look at our inherent nature
Even when the well runs dry
The ape continues to bash every bit
Exaltation in the ultra violent
Can mine conquer yours
And even as we stand before the gates of Elysium
We cant stop our drive to rip and tear
-Since there is no love in my life
I must have something to replace it
So I replace it with hate
Constant hate Constant reminder to hate
-That's all you started with too
-Then I've come full circle, It's time for me to die
Constant hate; Constant reminder to hate
-What's that do for you
It keeps my left foot going in front of my right foot. Keeps me moving
Without it I'd probably just plop down someplace and have no reason to continue
-is that all you got left is hate
-It's all I got left. Everything that I ever cared for is gone, everthing I have ever liked is gone, everything I.. had meant anything to me is gone. So hate
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Phasma Athens, Greece
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