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Voices of the Unheard
05:39
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Spring has just calmly fallen
But only into shades of red
Mother cuddles her new-born child
Fisherman son's ambition engorges to explode
The paddock has been mounted
Tacit voices of disagreement
Suppressed minds controlled by its mother
The greed of some was the bread of many for today and tomorrow
Man against man, will against system, reason against command
Thinking is not your work, you don't do it, others will
Someone has to do it
Human mistake, inhuman tragedy
Pride has turned into a ticking bomb
Blasting into air all the promotion and superiority
So easy to underestimate, so hard to remedy
Strategy invented ad hoc
Splendid hubris comes to ruin
The most magnificent rainbow spreading disease
An aurora borealis of death
Their own enemy has been created, the shadow of corruption
Don't panic come and help, come and die without panic
You are a soldier now, you fight although not in a war
Your enemy is divine, you cannot see it although you are not blind
Man against man, will against system, reason against command
Thinking is not your work, you don't do it, others will
Someone has to do it
Atomic refugees having nothing but pain
Lives left behind without any concern
A history marked into an invisible enemy
Culture ripped from its land
A new syndrome has been created
Slowly wasting away
Don't panic, just leave... leave without any panic
There's still an echo of naive conviction heard all across the ghost town:
"They will be back, they have to…"
The dream city is now a ghost gap
Misleading Правда covers everything up with the red paint
MayDay celebrated with a parade of death
Одвічний металевий присмак у твоєму роті
Зробить тебе смирним назавжди
Його образ закарбується повік
На знівечених онуках великої матінки
Хтось мав це зробити
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Schadenfreude
04:28
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Innaa a’taina kal kauthar
Fa salli li rabbika wanhar
Inna shani-aka huwal abtar
No prayers, no gods, no beliefs can fight against my Exu
No talisman will hold you for long
In quimbanda I erase your name, tear your soul, shatter and crumble your pathway
Saravá magia negra, saravá a magia
Saravá! Saravá dia e noite
Saravá! Saravá dia e noite
Saravá noite e dia
Mais saravá magia negra, saravá a magia
Saravá dia e noite, saravá noite e dia
On Friday night I offer seven bottles of marafo to drown you
Seven cigars to choke you
Seven red and black candles to burn you down
How wonderful and noble you are is something that irritates me
An unfair competition that has always disgusted me since the earliest times
An insidious pathway that whenever you succeed a little something in me dies
There won't be peace, there won't be rest, there won't be silence - Si vis pacem, para bellum!
Whenever you have... I don't possess
I triumph in your misery
Whenever I possess... you become
I woe in your prosperity
Whenever you have... I don't possess
I revel in your misfortune
Whenever I possess... you become
I sorrow in your ascension
Many by your side will fall, your family will distrust and loathe you, only the gossips they'll recall
Falsified rumors to get you dismissed, I sabotaged your decisions and pranked you to feel superior
I am stronger than your belief, I am stronger than your God, I am my own God!
Wouldn't it be a shame if you'd start failing at everything?
Schadenfreude!
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The Verdict
03:37
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Dehumanized by friendlessness
Isolated with a yearning hope of becoming invisible
A nauseous miasma of oppression
Sowed the seed of rage and darkened my psyche
I won't Endure
I won't accept
I won't surrender
I won't consent anymore
Hard to believe lightning strikes twice in the same place
I've been deceived by the safe harbor promise
There's only a boat sinking in a sea of whiskey
Where I see your reflection of abjection sharp as of my father
I am not your maid, I am not your servant, I am not your property
No more humiliation, no more provocation, no more manipulation
I can't suppress anymore the despicable thoughts towards you
It fuels my fire the way you frown at me with your churlishness and belligerent attitude
Ah, the sharpest sword is a word spoken in wrath
I can't hold your hands with a clenched fist
I can't hug you with a knife in your chest
I can't caress you with a scalped head
To prove that I exist I must kill you
Eye for an eye for all these years of abusiveness and assault
Bloody retribution to cease my wounds that never heal
I breathe adrenaline I crave blood to quench my thirst
A hammer to your head finally puts you to sleep
I must kill you once again even though you're already dead
Ironically you were always hammered but now you've got a real hammer deep down your skull
I fear a single hit is not enough and you must pay for everything you've done to me
Asphyxiate as you have suffocated me, cornered, intimidated, and kidnapped my freedom
Stab you multiple times as you have pierced my heart
Decapitate, aching to flaunt my trophy
Dismember you into pieces and eat all your raw flesh
Ingest and digest you inside of me to turn you back into shit
Because that's what you are, that's what you are!
Aus so krummem Holze, als woraus der Mensch gemacht ist, kann nichts ganz Gerades gezimmert werden
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Tomorrow...
04:29
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Laying around on the couch drinking my wine
with a sluggishness that shackles me down
Too busy scrolling social media and binge-watching movies
A pile of work on my desk - I don't feel like doing it
A pile of socks on the ground - I'll catch 'em later
A pile of dirty dishes - I couldn't care less
Take it easy, I'll fix it later
The work is done when it gets done
It is what it is
I'll have a look at that tomorrow...
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Colonized by corruption we exchanged our freedom for some combs and broken mirrors
The independence flag has been hoisted to liberate us from our sins
More than 500 years have past and the crises are even more sustained by a robber culture fed by impunity
Extreme monetary reality in conflict shaping a compulsive and senseless behavior
Football and wobbling butts are the new panem et circenses
Creating animal blindness and nourishing the weak cattle
All the time a new commandment is written following the same pattern:
Hypnosis by entertainment - Distraction of the mass leading to depravity
It doesn´t matter how many died or if they are still shouting
It doesn´t matter how many were scammed or if they are crying
Meanwhile, the worms are “sambando” and laughing at you
And you´re sat, living to die, slowly and reasonless
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Trapped by the serenity of my own consumption
An internal concern arises, powerless I'm taken by
I no longer belong to thee, I haul the harm away
Incoherently, I chew, I bawl, I saw my tongue
I became the sentinel of the sleeping gods
A hit of a resentful dismal trip shredded my utterance
I haul the harm away
An anechoic gasp silences my will
One step further towards the bottom of my own existence’s well
Shamelessly I keep them in a deeper stupor
I must be the authority today
I became the sentinel of the sleeping gods
My flesh is boiling with the alertness of guards in the supremacy reign
The lynx eyes will never betray
I need to get more of this dust
To not surrender to the real I
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7. |
The Fuck
03:11
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Strangle the whore I will
Thirst for her moan to shrill
I will dominate against her will
Bite hard incites the thrill
Strangle the whore I will, I will
I will dominate against her will
Bite hard incites the thrill
Strangle the whore I will, I will
The tour of terror has just begun
Your dream of being a model will become true
A glamour bathed in blood, a celebrity of evil
We'll become famous in the police headlines
How could you trust in someone you've never seen
I'm getting closer
Your sorrow is my nectar, I'll make a crown of tears
Your ego will kneel before me like I have to every day
My head spins with her last gasp of relief
I need to find another one to step outside of this world
I pray... I pray but I can't resist
The dyspaurenic consummation triggers my desire for flesh
A spiritual deliverance from that maniac love has awakened the enemy within
I feel sorrow but I like it
My journey here has ended
I am sorry but it has to be like that
What would you do if I'd be your son?
I hope you die you fucking scumbag
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The Absence
05:10
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You wouldn't understand, nobody listened or cared
Please don't blame yourself but now my time has come
I am in an utter hopelessness
I can’t, I won't fight back
Have your coffee n' celebrate the birdsong
Sing the freedom, I'll finally break free
The torment is over and the agony is finally gone
I'm tired of pretending of being someone I'm not
I've felt like a burden to everyone and now I am no more
I hope not to wake up again
I am in charge
I can't, I won't fight back
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna
In die illa tremenda
Quando caeli movendi sunt et terra
Dum veneris iudicare saeculum per ignem
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
It feels bitter like the disappointments of my past
But I finally feel good as there's no turning back
I am shivering
I see the clouds are coming as I'm fading into the unknown
The yellow jacket has already started to embrace me
This is my last hope I can find peace
Flammas eius lucifer matutinus inveniat
Ille, inquam, lucifer, qui nescit occasum
Christus fillius tuus, qui regressus ab inferis
Humano generi serenus illuxit et tecum vivit et regnat in saecula saeculorum
Amen
I can't wait for the absence of everything
I hope you find peace as I am no longer in pain
Life is just a dream and when we die we wake up
I already miss you, I'll be waiting for you on the other side
Smile remembering my smile
Call it eternity
Fabula acta est, plaudite!
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Symphonic Death Metal featuring members and ex-members of Psycroptic, Sinister, Belphegor, The Monolith Deathcult and Obscura also featuring several other guests from bands such as Suffocation and Ignea.
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