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Enter the hunger of the unknown
Merge the tides of darkness within and without
Obsidian pillars sway as reality vacillates
The wordless choirs of madness rise likes fumes from yawning pits
Witness remnants strewn on surrendered ground
Limbs ashudder, ashen lineaments
Black-swamped irises riveted by horror
Interrogate the distance for a morn that never came
Where you stand is not here
This flickering moment is not now
The howling dread beyond the cracking walls
Creeps like bitumen down the arteries of your mind
Dragged down the maelstrom by existential discrepancy
The last glimmers of clarity inexorably wane
In the screaming nexus of constant transiency
Only vanity is never in vain
Failing senses, swirling abyss, flaming coldness, ravished sanity
Misty veils dissolved, worn out masks face the beyond
Melting shadows, drowning echoes, smarting glimpses, harsh finality
No way to deny, no chance to abscond
All you've ever known, conceptions firm as stone
Fade like plumes of smoke against the churning sky
And nothing soothes the guilt where the roots of time wilt
And the ghost of reason lies down to die
Sense the bulwarks begin to tear
Substance and spirit surrender at long last
Feel the spasms of your soul in agony
Corroded from inside, assimilated to the void of voids
The roaring gateways loom ever open wide
The pealing din still quakes the maze of aberration
Not even tattered memories comfort your faltering stride
Down aisles of steel-cold stares - is this salvation?
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Let There Be Pain
04:22
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Rusted thorns penetrate throbbing limbs
The derelict progeny dragged through bloody mud
Gleaming swords intone victorious hymns
Over fallen bodies flecked with scarlet buds
A blissful sight for all by pride inspired
Far beyond their pestilential ways
A sombre trophy for those who conspired
Lurking 'mong the loathed ones with hearts with rage ablaze
Now the predator's shadow darkens their land
Blades forged in secrecy are exultantly raised
Honorless sheep face their first and last stand
Misanthropic ruse, let vengeance be praised
Marching over the trembling heath
We emerge like ghosts through the wisps of mist
And as each sword is drawn from its sheath
Terror grips their breath with an icy fist
The ashen dawn uncovers a gruesome sight
In horror and pain revenge is being served
Their bleating pleas fuel our boiling spite
A swift final blow the only mercy they deserve
Cracked skulls, sliced throats
Countless shapes of agony adorn our ascent
Arms twitch, flesh bloats
A slush of tears and ashes smothers every lament
They witness their children thrown to the flames
Their ashes flood their lungs and choke their wretched cries
The sickening spasms of their blackening remains
The final picture to stab their melting eyes
A pungent pall looms over the view/scene
Fed by the pyres of the vanquished swine
By iron and fire the ground's been swept clean
Death sealed the triumph of our wrathful design
The smoking ruins of their brittle towers
Are all that's left of their conceited dream
We have taken back what's ours
When man is wolf to man, let us reign as beasts supreme
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Fist of the Tyrant
04:00
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Howling sacrilege like an acid torrent
Risen to show the rats the path they must stray from
Once more hungry nails bite through flesh and wood
A joyful noise of rattling breaths gives praise to tragedy
Fist of the tyrant
Cannibal christ thriving on his own herd
Fist of the tyrant
Maim your own soul with faith undeterred
O come all ye faithful, spawn of filth and feces
Let his gospel mute your will and rend your mind to pieces
With eyes unveiled and abraded knees
Embrace the abhorrence that fills your vacuous being
A feast of miracles, a rite of bread and thorns
To shape the world through words of broken glass
Can you taste his splendor in the fistfuls of cold dirt
Falling on your face in the grave you dug yourself?
He is the flaming portal
He is your sole redeemer
He is odium immortal
He is the grand blasphemer
Fist of the tyrant
A choir of slit throats will sing a new psalm
Fist of the tyrant
The blood from your wounds is his spiritual balm
Fist of the tyrant
Let the pain grow, salvation awaits
Fist of the tyrant
Your grief is the key to his ebony gates
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Murder in My Veins
06:21
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For years I've wandered this world I abhor
Still my mission has just begun
With anger stronger than ever before
I crush human lives one by one
As years pass by, my hate only grows deeper
Like a black tumor inside me it swelled
I incarnate the ravenous reaper
My lust for death can never be quelled
I've found myself through lost control
Your precious suffering will make me whole
I slay your children before your helpless eyes
No time to mourn, you're next in line to die
Downfall, you weep and crawl
Your flesh and soul I desecrate
Steel against skin, feel it sink in
Taste my purest hate
Your pain is my pleasure, your torment I treasure
All sanity refrains
A primitive urge, succumb to the scourge
Of murder in my veins
Prey upon prey, closer to the goal
I sentence those guilty of having been born
Let the blood flow, let the heads roll
For the glorious task to which I am sworn
The coronation of the spawn of Cain
So far beyond what you call insane
I'll leave the world you shaped bleeding at my feet
What you hold dear to me is just useless fucking meat
Scream it all out as you thrash about
A strident cacophony of fear
Your trial has begun, there's nowhere to run
The bringer of torture is here
The tears that blur your sight I greet with grave-cold spite
Hopelessness tightens its chains
It's your turn to provide for the might I hold inside
Murder in my veins
Death is an artform and life is its canvas
Be the artist or perish by the last stroke of the brush
One more down to add to the mound
My masterplan has taken its course
Onwards will I strive to feel this alive
Unknown to doubt or remorse
My craving I fulfill with each of you I kill
Till only completeness remains
Your fates I entomb, four words spell your doom:
Murder in my veins
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Verso l'Eterno Silenzio
07:05
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La mia esistenza è una bestemmia contro la vita
L'emanazione del perenne ottenebramento
La mia parola è incisa in ogni ferita
Vermiglia sorgente, l'emblema rovente di un odio mai spento
Sono il tizzone nel seno di un'alba mai nata
Scintilla suicida in un gorgo di ombre malfide
Sarò le vestigia di un'epoca dimenticata
Sommersa dall'insensatezza del vuoto che uccide
Anni screziati di scintillante furore
Latrano incessanti nel buio della mente
Mortifera danza sul filo di rabbia e dolore
A un passo dall'abisso - la volontà del niente
E chi può dirmi dove giunge a morire il vento
Che ha assaporato ogni mio vibrante sospiro?
Ma restano muti gli anni di fronte al tormento
E all'ira che sfregia queste aurore di acciaio e zaffiro
E ancora mi sferza da urlanti profondità insonni
L'eco incessante, la selva di cicatrici
Fantasmi di un tempo sepolto e profanato
Che più non tornerà, no
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The winds fell still as if the sky was choking in its sleep
The wan light diminished to a dense leaden radiance
From swirling heights to vertiginous depths the aching instant shivered
Through the seam of horizons white shadows spilt in waves
It fell onto my gaze like salt in a tainted sore
Raking my spine with claws of frozen screams
I wandered fields that felt so hollow beneath my gait
To where meager tress stretch their wordless pleas towards the skulllike moon
The soft sigh of the circling night filled the stone ravines
But not a sound escaped these chapped lips sealed by eons of nothingness
Neverwards - black light - blooming deathseed
Endless conclusions of birthless beginnings
Ripple the pulse of my being, flowing through my core
I am all, I am none, altered soul, no return
My words slid like briny beads down the cracks in the mirror
My silence doused the flames before they died away
Rid the world of living eyes, drown their spires in darkness
Shatter the sandglass, sink into the embracing clouds
Would you dare to hold my withered hand
While we drift down the deranged currents of time
Even as reality fails know that this is real
My name shall bring forth the end of days
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