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Plaguebearer
02:48
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Cries of the blameless casualties of greed,
Ignored by demons' blood-fuelled delirium,
Ravenous insanity cursed with gluttony,
Hell-bound tyrants infect the earth.
The sun will rise on our kind for the last time,
As the forests recede: homo homini lupus.
A wall of ice surrounding me,
Sympathy fades; no compromise,
Iron fists clenched with disdain,
I won't forget; I won't forgive.
I reject the fate you've sold to me
Give in to hate.
Purge the decadence, the bane of man,
Mass exodus.
Fear the wrath of the heavens,
The rains of cleansing armageddon.
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Disciples Of Vengeance
03:34
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Indifferent clouds glide over barren soil,
The time for compassion has passed,
A food hope in compromise,
Your decline prolonging eden's demise.
We will watch you expire,
No prayers for the fallen,
Drown in your gluttony,
As Gaia renews,
Corporate greed on the backs of the exploited,
Sanctified in blood of the guilty.
With iron resistance,
Your plague will be cured,
Unclouded persistence,
To eradicate the impure.
Hope erodes against the waves of outrage,
Violence against the earth avenged,
Kneel before the altar of justice,
With the Spear of the Relevant betrayers will tremble.
Crushed by forlorn desires,
An impotent humanity,
Our downfall not in ignorance,
But undying rapacity.
Disciples of vengeance descend upon the earth,
Mark of the innocence washed clean,
With no stone unturned.
Your worst fears made reality,
We are the true meaning of terror,
Your worst fears made reality.
Spear of the Revenant.
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Cleansed From Sin
03:01
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From the gutters of false piety,
A surplus of failures ascend,
Spiritual credit sold for silence.
Forge the axe laid to the root of theocratic disease,
Enlightened by flames that engulf the sacred.
River of blood unleashed,
Crimes of '88 unforgiven,
Impotent rituals will save none,
From total reckoning.
Cleansed from sin,
Purged from sickness,
Cleansed from sin,
Condemned to your hell.
Bread prised from desperate hands,
Collateral of the Great Game,
Under cover of foreign threat a home-grown rot sets in,
Native seeds of revolution grow,
Through the cracks of an eviacerated citadel,
Purifying sun pierces stifling cloud from east to west,
As the lion's claw draws clerical blood.
از دشمن تو در این جهان
نفرین بر روح تو
Your nemesis in this reality,
A curse straight to your soul.
Cleansed from sin,
Condemned to your hell.
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A Halo Above Horns
02:22
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Nothing will save you from your self, from your lies,
Emboldened by false virtue,
Around your halo a swarm of flies.
With the zeal of the Lionheart; marched to death.
Manipulated by an Urban of the modern age.
A new putrid council of Clermont.
A futile forum for revenge.
Soaked through with the torment of envy,
Your caught between forms of sickness; infected,
Cruelty and vanity,
Covered in the finery of grace,
Damned and condemned,
To repeat empty platitudes without a face.
Rotting banner on a morbid crusade,
Failed knights -- it's you I despise,
Shattered standard in chains of shame,
Blind mercenary -- it's you I despise.
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Sermon For Retribution
04:15
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In absence of the right of judgement,
False words conjure the devil's blessing,
Ensnared by sublimity of grace
Blood for blood split across the altar.
Laid to waste under the standard of righteous light,
Consecrated blades burning,
Behind the shadow of contempt -- pious fury,
The objective truth cursed.
As the sermon for retribution ensues in blood-soaked liturgy,
Offer your final prayers...
Darkness forever,
Tortured existence,
Heaven's promise,
Of sanctioned cruelty.
Lies you spin for power,
Paralysed with venom,
Trapped in a web of ignorance.
Fear that infects your will spreads,
Grace of the unholy,
Washed in the rivers of blood.
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Weltschmerz
03:00
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A vale of tears revealed in its suffering,
World of dissonance, a counterfeit reality.
Conditioned to venerate a life which sets you up to fail,
An existential Stockholm Syndrome,
I'm deceived into a captive misery,
A scorpion mind fixated upon atrocities to which you stay blind.
This temptation of contempt for existence remains,
As the Wisdom of Silenus decays,
If the world will burn in the fires of industry,
Why not strike the match now and end this nightmare?
Is this anything more than self-pity?
Is this anything more than a sublimated revenge?
Fear. Despair. Conflict of the soul.
Dig. Your grave. Last breath of contempt.
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Evocatio
02:10
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How did it come to this?
Empty rhetoric spews forth from the mouth of the serpent,
Endless paralysis.
A call to the youth,
A luciferic awakening,
A summoning of the bold,
To rule those like you.
With states enfeebled and blind,
Engrossed in a death roulette,
While corporate greed festers,
And inflames this mess.
It's an eye for an eye and I was born half blind,
Burdened with degenerate waste,
A reckoning of blood awaits.
Born to annihilate,
Covens of gluttony,
Days of apocalypse,
Upon your head.
The scourge of innocent life,
Your flag of conceit,
Cloaks your greed,
War of bitter strife,
Hung by your feet,
We'll watch you bleed.
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8. |
Embrace Your End
02:58
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