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Bringers Of The End
09:18
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Machines at your service
The future is near
A trembling rebellion
The slaves of despair
The cruelty of mankind
A vision to come
The bitter solution
Remade and undone
The primeval howling
The stench of the beast
They’re seething and searching
On which flesh to feast
For all the decisions
In their spectral fate
Are toxic incisions
Of undying hate
Walk under the banner of spastic decay
Kill in the name of a vision so frail
March under the scepter of wrath and regret
Erasing every trace of the living and dead
Mechanic alliance – geared for the war
The fight that will fester from mountain to shore
A legion will raise the corruptions of old
And bring upon Gaia a torment untold
Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion – of genocide
Bringers of the End!
The smoke it infests
What is left of the past
What’s cold and what rests
In the shivering dust
A fear of extinction
A pulse of decay
The fathomed castration
With zero delay
The infernal fires
The chaos and war
One step from the dreamtides
Fulfilled by the gore
Indulge in the putrid
Cathartic pogrome
And place your last bid
On your withering home
Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!
Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the End!
Once the fire started - I climbed the domains
Of what chaos made mankind - to call their remains
This world was burning long enough, but I feared the betrayal
That the blessing of my solitude was whispering so frail
Bound to the silence!
In the pyres smouldering, my longing for hope
The burnt stench of disfigurement, of iron and rope
Before my eyes the hemlock cup, from which we gladly quench
The neverending, perverse thirst for rape, death, and revenge
Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!
Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the End!
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Tear me up
Rip apart my flesh and taste my blood for they will
Haunt and search
Cthonic chaos omens of the bygone made me
Realize
For the beginning of the end is imminent
Call to arms
Torn from the sphere of this grey reality
Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate
I raise the flag of rebellion in the mighty
Hailstorm blows
Lead the pack into this morbid black
Dominion
All arise!
Cannons strike the giant signs of our legions
Metal hordes
We're the rising fire to devour all weakness
Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate
We live in the ages of perdition
We hail all the idols of submission
How is this a life, where in singular devotion
You fail to resist, to resist emotion?
We feast on the remains of the fallen
And dream of the heroes long forgotten
How vain is this bath in bloody ashes
Torn apart by word 'til the world collapses
Screams - silent words from the pit of revelation
Bitterness is the price of adoration
Look at yourself - and tell me what you see
Is this being one with you - or one with me?
From the apex of this torn world I shall make them
Hear the screams
Leave behind the misery and know no fear we're
Warriors
Hold our heads up high while they all fail to see and
Realize
This is not a fucking game and our dead world is
Not the prize
Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate
The empires have fallen
The path has been chosen
The lives have been wasted
The core of rebellion - an unknown deception - no reasons to die for a cause that will fail
The will of a million - the voice of seduction - a falling ideal just like hammer on nail
Behold - and see - a fire is rising!
Until the world collapses I stand on high ground
I walk the fields of chaos, and feast off the sound
Brutality - insanity - the curses on my kind
Yet I have seen so many
things their minds will never, never find
The price of this life
A moment of illumination
A fire that purges the strife
The nausea of nothingness
Omens and symbols - the signs in the skies
Have never showed me destiny - they only showed me lies
The price of freedom is the pain of aching heart and sense
This rising fire conquers all - a broken world to cleanse!
A broken world to cleanse - to cleanse!
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Sick And Infested
05:22
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Is sanity, my charity, is this whole life my destiny
Did you confess, what you do best, am I granted to know the rest
What's left inside, is pain and hate, I feel the urge to liberate
Myself from this phlegmatic life, these frozen tears cut like a knife
Cold and forgotten
Torn and molested
Whipped, too, and rotten
SICK AND INFESTED!
Is terror what brings liberty, a full pursuit of heresy
Is nothingness a path of pain, or one more lifetime to regain
Did I insist, and raise my fist, am I a weakling defaetist
When this cosmos is breaking down, there's nothing they can do but frown
Cold and forgotten
Torn and molested
Whipped, too, and rotten
SICK AND INFESTED!
Painful dedication - massive liberation
Singular devotion - numbing contradiction
Extreme adoration - cold self-desecration
Fear my thought - for it is free!
Rot - from the inside - there's a parasite within my mind
Die - and be left - on the shores of Oblivion!
I'm sick of it all!
Infested with the plague!
I nurture these phrases with blood from my soul
A sickening taste, yet for once and for all
These bastards will lay me in chains of regret
But this is my hate hymn they can never forget
Onwards, chaos, rapture, hellbound!
The ignorance of destiny may just about part ways with me
I'm suffering - existing - and struggling for liberty
Calling the name of the plague in the dark
Igniting a long lost and long buried spark
The truth is a lie and the sacred profane
Venomous snakes tangling flesh to the bane
To fight is the cure for a life without meaning
Don't fear the night and the secrets it's bearing
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick - and infested!
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick - sick and infested!
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Anger In Defeat
04:47
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Wavering betrayal storms through my veins
Sickening desolation cause it hurts and it pains
My soul that the late storms of summer are lost
A wind of despair wakes the autumnal frost
Breathe the undying air
Call the abyssic force
Smoke flooding everywhere
Tainting your bleeding lies!
Storm from the rigid clouds
Feast on the silver words
Ignore the pathetic vows
Strong is the hell we raise
Anger In Defeat!
War is always the same, a rotting cavity
War brings the chaos’ name, the peak of vanity
War is my pact of life, ‘cause I was born sick
Born sick, born sick, taste my insanity!
Deep into the chaos
The mind wanders with excellence
Deep into the veins
My razors purge the pestilence
Deep into my soul
The trauma reaches far and old
Deep into this hate
Pleasures reached must stay untold
Storm from the rigid clouds
Feast on the silver words
Ignore the pathetic vows
Strong is the hell we raise
Anger In Defeat!
Anger In Defeat!
And on the peaks of hatred
The weakly sermon causes me
Epitome of bloodshed
Power far too great to see
To kill the wicked humans
That waged all this belittled spawn
Split open their skulls
Negate their lives from dusk-to-dawn
Blood was shed in the name, a name so meaningless
Thought was made in the name, of glory’s pantheons
Fear is ever the same, the lingering pain that sought
That sought – to bring – the everlasting struggle!
Feel the sickness in my veins
Strenghth – cathartic pain of hate
We’re born to fight – Anger in Defeat!
Anger in Defeat!
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Paradox Of Hate
04:55
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At the burning pain of season’s end
The claws of time will replenish my force
And through the calling voids I stare
Through everlasting beauty there
Where monuments are carved in stone
Left to be forgotten everywhere
Into the silent abyss bare
The cruelty once must fade
For all the spinning hours of madness
Took my sanity away
A cosmic clash of tyrannies
Of long dead, murmured legacies
The paradox of histories
A journey deep through time
Words that turn to ash while spoken
Sleeping fires have awoken
Sealing paths of ecstasy
To revel in despair
Crawling through the darkness
Torn by bitter screams
Merging with the blackness
Nothing’s what it seems
Schizophrenic mysteries
Surreal deceit
Crisis of negations
In the Paradox of Hate!
A curse from the torn worlds of time!
The price of the omen sublime!
The meaning of an omen cold
That carves the sign of fire
To lure in chains of misery
The slaves of pure desi-re
Under the path of nothingness
Behold a spheric cataclysm
The future of tomorrow brings
This mental laceration
When all the towers burn and crush
The misery around them
I celebrate this hollow world’s end
Lest we shall regret
Now the apocalyptic thirst
That fills the blinded eyes with blood
Will rule this downfall, crowned, supreme
Unveiled grotesque catharsis
The cold magic war-chant that bursts dusty air
The frail change of wisdom while all is despair
A forlorn desire for peace in our lifetimes
If there is no place for the sickening reasons
Fallen and risen from the long cosmic night
Denied are the souls by the law of the fight
Lost and renewed in the pit of destruction
A shivering part of the world’s deconstruction
Crawling through darkness
Torn by the screams
Merging with blackness
Nothing’s what it seems
Schizophrenic mysteries
Surreal deceit
Crisis of negations
Paradox of hate!
Paradox of hate!
Paradox of hate (4x)!
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Anger In Defeat Bern, Switzerland
Progressive Death Metal Band from Bern, Switzerland.
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