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Positron - 22.08
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Positron - 30.08
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The dust comes to rest
A thick veil smoke
We choke on fetid vapor
Our throats collapsing
His final victory lies in our defeat
Drawn and quartered in a vast pile
He ascends, blindly climbing his throne of moss
Coming to rest above his dominion
Life consumed by apathy
Consumption itself consumed
The last sacrifice is his own
With his sharpened stake towards the heavens
One swift stroke to the throat
He decapitates and thrusts his skull atop the point
His last moments burning
His last moments burning in the sun
We cannot turn to our divine light
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Oh, the absolute carnage
Oh, the destruction of sun
Oh, extinguishing heat death
Oh, final judgement approaches now)
With no eyes left to see
And no thoughts to be heard
The prophet and his kin
Silently start to rot
As the light reaches earth
Temperatures swiftly spike
Fires turn to plasma
Melting crust straight down
Deep into the core
Raw hands, no prayer
Dry throats, no prayer
Dead skin, no prayer
Burnt bones, no prayer
I, the last observator
Bare witness to the end times
I, the last mold shambler
Bare my teeth, slowly consumed
Oh, the absolute carnage
Oh, the destruction of sun
Oh, extinguishing heat death
Oh, final judgement approaches now
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Scoredatura - Asilon
07:18
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Four corners of dimness contracting, diminishing mental residency. A proverbial prison exasperating the cognitive metastization. An enigma most associated with malice and hatred, fueled by dysphoria, but stifled by cowardice and weakness. “Your needs won’t be met, assimilation is necessary. You are a weakling. Forfeit, you are not your own God.”
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Division of mind, separation of conscience. Autonomy restrained by a tight leash of inner turmoil. A noose regulating the human experience. “With every passing day, I lose more control. I love myself, why is this happening? I need assistance, but I don’t want to seek it. I am undeserving, disposable; I am low status.”
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“A new leaf has been turned over, I am a new person. I am so grateful. Closure has finally bestowed itself upon me. I am so happy. I can finally relinquish my old thought patterns and behaviors. It’s really great, I am ebullient.” An indomitable sense of security that will deteriorate from crippling self awareness, in due time. “You are not fooling anyone.”
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A transient light runs its course. A vacant dimness returns, engulfing all fluorescence; a rapidly decaying black hole. All that’s left for desire is imperium, no matter how contrived or abstract its form. Whether perceived or legitimate, it will be seized. “You are all tools for my desire. You are all vermin. I am your God.”
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Flesh-Puppets on Strings,
Grinding Gears of War
Churning out of millions
For the Power-Hungry Boar
Nothing But a Number
A Faceless, Maltreated Pawn
Blinded by bravado
A Victim of Indoctrination
Why do you hate what you can't understand?
How does it differ from promoting Jihad?
War averts learning and accepting what's different
Tolerate, Develop, Stamp out Ignorance
Break the Cycle
Break the Cycle
Break the Cycle
And End your Leaders
Break the Cycle
Break the Cycle
Break the Cycle
And Stop your Leaders
Mindless Brainwashed Children,
What are you fighting for?
Perpetuating Madness
Make Gore Not War
Mindless Brainwashed Children,
What are you fighting for?
Perpetuating Madness
Make Gore Not War
Make Gore Not War
Make Gore Not War
Make Gore Not War
Make Gore Not War
KILL
Expendable
Replaceable
Your chosen way to strive
Hate-filled, Xenophobic
Armchair generals rule your life
Flesh puppets on strings,
Grinding gears of war
Churning out of millions
For the greedy boar
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Silenced by Blood
there is no godhead
you will fall, fall...
for blood
day of reckoning
failure looks your way
endless and no return
you succumbed
You brought this on yourself
the stench of fear
I cut your flesh
This blood is what I need
behold the reckoning
no one else to blame
The disgrace emanating from you
I despise its essence
unholy disgrace
the stench of fear
I cut your flesh
This blood is what I need
behold the reckoning
scream god in vain
no one has salvation
deliver your body to me
You die when pronouncing my name
Devour rotting remains
and see your rotten blood
i see your nothingness
the stench of fear
I cut your flesh
Your blood is what i need
behold the reckoning
their screams will be silenced
SILENCED BY BLOOD!
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Mindless Christian
His mind filled with sin
The flame burns within
Scream for one prayer
slavery for one god
No holy cross of salvation
You built this hell
disease finally came to an end
bring the extinction of race
Hide behind the bible
Hide behind the catechism
the cleric decay
worthless preacher
die useless
fucking cleric pedophile
mindless christian
die useless
fucking cleric… you must die!
Kill the priest for his lies
Fuck your god, you will die
The antichrist inverts the cross
spit on your bible, scum of christ
THERE IS NO MERCY!
only misery…
THERE IS NO MERCY!
only misery…
worthless preacher
die useless
fucking cleric pedophile
mindless christian
die useless
fucking cleric… you must die!
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Device - Loveless
06:20
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Loveless
No remorse
no hope, no dream
devoted to doom
No sympathy
No escape
obsolete humanity
Sacrifice, you are just a lamb of god
Greed, the evidence is that you´re no one
You are nothing, and can not be loved
this torment will guide you to die
This is a new dawn, the end is coming
Inflicted, burn to the ground
tomorrow will be worse
the abyss is real
Conceived in lies
I can see what you really are
I'm the apathy, no sympathy
Loveless
BURN TO THE GROUND!
A loveless burial, obsolete humanity
Inflicted, burn to the ground
tomorrow will be worse
Conceived in lies
I can see what you really are
I'm the apathy, no sympathy
Loveless
You see the scars, inflicted me?
this scars will never be cured
LOVELESS!
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Igreja Universal (Ratos de Porão)
Você acredita em deus
E nos seus milagres?
Em troca de dinheiro, ele te fará feliz!
Você chorou de emoção
Em nome da verdade
Nas mãos de um charlatão, você é um imbecil!
Fanáticos, doentes de lavagem cerebral
Por trás dessa bondade existe sexo e poder
Promessas do inferno da igreja universal!
Você está curado do pecado original!
O pastor de seu deus está enganando você!
O câncer que corrói a sua vida está no fim
Depois de 20 anos ele voltou a andar
O demônio foi expulso com a força do amor
O cego agradecido não podia enxergar
O pastor de seu deus está enganando você!
Você!
Histeria coletiva
Farsa pentecostal
Hipnose destrutiva
Atitude anormal!
Você acredita em deus
E nos seus milagres?
Em troca de dinheiro, ele te fará feliz!
Você chorou de emoção
Em nome da verdade
Nas mãos de um charlatão, você é um imbecil!
Imbecil!
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How the sun revolves around us.
Capturing us in time. Each moment, wishing eternal.
Captivated in the violence of waves.
Penetrated by this endless night. Time is only a moment.
Flickering in place before the wind declares it gone.
Cherish not what it will bring, only what it has.
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The Horn - Spell 8
06:18
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Spell for opening up the West by day
Hermopolis is opened and my head is sealed. O Thoth, the Eye of Horus is unblemished, the Eye of Horus saves me, and splendid are my ornaments from the brow of Re, father of the gods; I am this Osiris here in the West. Osiris knows his day, and if he does not exist in it, then I will not exist in it. I am Re who is with the gods and I will not perish; stand up, Horus, that I may number you among the gods.
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The Horn - Spell 30a
05:09
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The Horn - Child in Time
08:48
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NTIZKVM - The Dark Woods
03:33
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Non Est Deus - Dessert
09:44
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Some Sage, some Salt. This should be enough.
A sauce made of cooked blood, some sugar and spices on top.
The main course is ready.
The dessert?
MY specialty. Eyeball on caramel sauce.
At first the sauce.
Some Sugar in a heated pan. Ad more and more butter.
And as the sugar dissolves ad some cinnamon.
To get more taste.
The sauce is done.
I take my sharpest knife and a mirror.
Remove the upper Eyelid of my left eye.
The blood start to come.
Remove the under Eyelid.
Now the spoon.
Put it underneath the eyeball.
And stick it in as far as possible
Now press up to push out the eyeball.
A mixture of blood and slime drips out of the eye socket.
As the eyeball comes out.
I take a sissour to cut the optic nerve.
But its harder then i thought.
Many vessels stick together.
MY awareness starts to fade.
I see thousands of colors.
Every cut is like a lightning.
One last cut.
And its done.
I vomited 3 times and pissed my self 4 times.
The pain is undescribable.
I wish I could kill my self.
But no deadly sin.
Will be forgiven by the father.
I keep going with the dish.
Cut open the eyeball and remove the hard ingredients.
Peel of the slime.
Some lemon juice and sugar.
Pour the souce over it and we are done.
The perfect meal for you my lord!
But my stumps keep bleeding and I feel I start to faint.
And I close my left eye. And a smile comes to my face.
I served you well my lord.
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Our mighty specie
Has been contaminated
Milleniums ago
Artificial parasitic life
Illusion of symbiosis
Running in our veins
The masquerade has lasted
way too long
A duality within my soul
I feel the urge to purge myself
Get rid of those parasites
Exterminate the siraxas
Pompous ceremonies, holy demonstrations of perfection
A bag of meat, exalted and scarred, golden diadems
Bleeding open wounds, silver linings along his limbs
Exposed to everyone’s eyes, a spectacle to impregnate minds
Sliced, a sacred knife gashing through veins and flesh
Holy ecstasy, bringing closer to Ætheria
Bloodletting, amorphous heap of gross pulp
Removing the mechanicals horrors that plague his body
Tumors grown and destroyed again and again
The metallic smell of blood fills the temple
Severed limbs rotting on the floor
The Exalted Ones, screaming with pain
from the depths of the city
On the gore covered altars
I smear the pillars of the temples
with the blood from my hands
Hand prints old and dried
And some still trickling down
Reaching up to the stars
From a blood red sea.
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Inner Suffering - Blood
04:37
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Moondweller - The Search
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Coma. - Ghosting
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Remote - Tronut Bogom
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When fire arise the hills
And scanners see
They coming down from the skies
Now or ever before, no sense in our mind
Machinery becomes the One
No personal sight
This is the gift from diamond rose
Makes your personality die
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Smoke - BMF
06:45
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My dearest deceiver,
Intuition tells me that it had to come to this
All rivers run dry
Everything in static motion
I won't defy
The embrace of sweet acceleration
You will be here forever
There's no hand to hold
No truth to be told
I'll wave goodbye to you
As I swim across a vertical horizon
My dearest creator,
I envy your burden of flesh and bones
You will be here forever
There's no hand to hold
No truth to be told
I'll wave goodbye to you
As I swim across a vertical horizon
We will never find meaning
In infinite calculation
I won't defy
The embrace of sweet acceleration
A prophet needs lungs to speak his truth
But I have never used mine
So let me just kiss the most passionate lover
Dressed in the darkest of nights
The cycle ends when I say so
And I won't comfort you
First step, nomad, last breath, dirt
The rest is up to us
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yrs. - Miasma
05:00
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The flickering light
overshadows
the transmission.
when embers fade,
sounds from the void
enter our ears.
Die Jahre rennen.
Das Fremde starrt aus dem Spiegel zurück.
Eine Hülle in kaltem Licht,
deren Kern verglüht.
Im Dunkeln gibt es kein Spiegelbild,
nur ein Echo aus der Leere
wie das Kratzen einer Feder.
Sie ruft nach mir.
Als eines unter vielen
löse ich mich auf
und beginne zu verstehen.
When sounds from the void
enter our ears,
embers fade.
The light stops cutting,
through the transmission,
we are the information.
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yrs. - Orbis
05:56
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Nackt, stumm und blind.
Ohne Konzept.
Licht zerreißt Wärme.
Am Anfang der Angst.
Eine Schlange wittert ihre Beute.
As if we were aware of what lies ahead
our first expression
is a scream.
Born under cold clinic lights,
surrounded by people but all alone.
Longing for familiar smells.
Tragic beings,
what are we but humble animals?
Mensch.
Vorwärts.
Zeit vergeht
der Weg ist determiniert.
Lernen zu verlernen,
was man ist.
Wer bin ich?
Highs and lows, they come, they go.
The I is flattened - eyes slowly close
Am I part of a „we“?
or will I ever be?
Mounted on iron tracks
static motion through the winding of times.
Forever alone -
für immer allein.
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Empress - The Offering
03:54
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Empress - Immer
08:06
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Empress - Baptizer
02:50
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Reborn into a realm of the endtimes
Awake, eyes peel open
Injected into a world of infinite tessellation
Formless void, consuming the entirety of my being
A vision of history explodes before my eyes
All that was, brought to light before me
Shining through, brilliantly, engulfing my vision
All the stars, in the sky, burn brightly once again
Reshaped
An event, a moment wiping away all progress
Rebalanced, an adjustment of form
A shifting surface warping color, distorting time
But now I’m falling, but now I’m gone
Eternity burns away within seconds
Falling through, ever-changing dimensions
A thousand mouths surround me, forever screaming
My body melts away as my essence dissolves into nothing
Reshaped
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The lead has sunk into our roots
Shadows closing in
The truth concealed in murky halls
Buried in the dirt
Polarization to the point of acceptance
While the faceless reign
... and the faceless reign
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No rise without the fall
No life without decay
No rise without the fall
The hubris claims us all
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Bestia - Earthbound
05:25
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Bestia - Oak King
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Deathbell - Over the Rim
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Szar - Monument
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