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We know what we're running to
And still we keep up the incessant pace
Won't lose face
As our holocaust of factory farms lines the burning hills
Little bird
Fly on, fly on
Towards the bleak sky we have gifted you
I don't envy your wings anymore
Victim to the smog of our self effacement
Unwitting recruit you are inducted
As we pave the way
To the future
Navigating the landscape of grief
Monotonous mediocracy of the mundane
Was it worth this
Syncopated misery and despair
The grandeur of profound memories
Are a footnote in the tome of a niche narrative
Never written
For the tongue cannot decipher
The arc of Noah sailing through Styx
And the infernal rains pour upon us
A cancer concealed within
Without knowledge we walk
This path paved in shattered souls
Of those who lived a life unfulfilled
And yet we walk
With despair in our hearts
Towards a Futile Existence
Pulled me under
Torn asunder
Won't give an inch back of what we've taken
We're drowning at our own hands
We walk towards a futile existence
Concrete souls
Discrete control
Puppets of our own creation
Strings tangled in self-obsession
Fixed painted smiles crease tighter and tighter
All the while the stage burns around us
The stage burns
From the branches of Yggdrasil I hang
With a noose knotted with cold hands
Staring out into the abyss within me
One eye open
Perceiving the objective with tarnished malice
In this age
Thought is vomited out by the meek
Through impulse for instant gratification
From minds of those who are weak
And we allow it with blindfolds and chains
To breed misery and contempt
Until the individual is murdered by the mob
In hatred
In disdain
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Diplomacy fails more than ever
Negotiations establish unfulfilled promises
Yet we continue to believe a conference will change our course
Sons of the new holocaust
Use a terror regime to weaponise the civilised world
It is not our responsibility for international peace
Religiously forbidden hostile memories still vivid
Burnt through the iris of perception
Brutal last vows
Become the final obituary in the blood-soaked pages of our history
The iris of perception
Draconian shackles on the mind
The heirlooms of civility
A fleeting thought
Squandered, suppressed and forgotten
Now you will reap what you fucking sow
May Hell Prevail on Earth
I've seen the gutters of humanity
Filth and manure inside husks of flesh
The stench of rotting corpses
A terrible aroma of an extinguishing race
The obituary of history is written in scripture
With the blood of billions
Baptised into servitude
Let the heavens split in rapture
Let the seas churn in anger
Let the forests burn in our failure
As the earths sacrifices are presented in entrails
I will stand witness
With a mourning veil
Cloaked in the darkness of our races bloodline
To stare passively at the extinction of man
I now pray for the plagues of old
I pray for the crescendo of time
And the silence of a galaxy gone cold
I pray for rivers of blood
And the pestilence of the land
Under the dawn of the last sun
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Gateways
05:27
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We become accustomed to death
This finality we fear
Often consumed
Inside ourselves
At war
Yet we live with it
Endure
Our eyes
Stare into
The pupils of the soul
Our screens
feed our bloodlust
And the abattoirs
fill our stomachs
With the stolen life of the earth
As if the world was our graveyard
we bury ourselves
Deep into a sleep
Dreamless
Amongst the raging ocean
Waves of screams
Oblivious
We observe death with unblinking eyes
Sheened with boredom
Glossed over with indifference
I stare passively
With passion
And when the time comes
We dive unblinking into the abyss
And our bones are still
The excuses we make for our moral blindness
Burning bridges before the foundation is laid
Labels of disgust foul the air
And we breathe just the same.
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Memoirs of Madness
06:54
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I could spin this tale of betrayal
Indoctrination and lust
Like swallowing pitchers of blood
I would spit forth condemnation, gore and disgust
I could spread my pestilence
Across lands far and tongues foreign
Whispering into minds weak and wills maleficent
Until their former selves are forgotten
They spit through their teeth with chains and fire
While hands are tied with symbols of obedience
Ignoring the splinters they leave
MEMOIRS
OF MADNESS
They leave
MEMOIRS
OF MADNESS
They leave
I could spin this tale long after I'm gone
Dreams of domination and power buried
Under ash and feculence
Yet alive, flowing inside the somata I possess
So my legacy of tyranny reigns supreme
Whispered through reverent lips
Transmitted through spit and virus
Inside structures grandiose and spires of perverted magnificence
Which observe the fruits of my hatred
Whilst all bow and preach my will
Into the ages and ages
Amen
Observe this facade of greatness
Concepts of freedom and superiority
Distorting and diminishing the stark differences between cultural capital
Opportunities to further oppress the just and deserving
While the elite watch from atop their pillars
Scheming their plan to preserve domination and fragmentation
Observe
Self-fulfilling prophecy of hypocrisy, denigration and oppression
Experimenting with lives under dissection
Entertainment from suffering
Observe
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Dynasty of Decadence
07:38
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A cloud shaded noir shrouds earth
And slowly descends on its inhabitants
We watch from our peripherals
The aftermath of the Murder of Mythology Reigns
Upholding idols of shame
As we glorify abhorrent doctrines on podiums
Lacking the value of truth
As value was extracted from truth
Until only the fragments remain lost
History buried under the decades of dust
Irrelevant to the children of post-modernity
And the literary critics blind themselves a priori
As they lead the future minds in perpetual suffering
Lost and shrouded
The haze of self-inflicted blindness
Hangs heavy
Centuries stacked somber across our willing souls
Tap the nails in
Lay the coffins down
Is there comfort in defeat?
Is this defeat?
Who plays the victor and who the victim
In a game of self-victimisation
An indoctrination into
Collective grief
Let me out
Clawing at the casket hinges
Smothered in storylines foreign to personal truth
Let me out
And the last of us blink
And thus
The prophecy is fulfilled
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Pandemonium
05:40
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Forever lost
Inside the prism of eternity
Ouroboros within
Internal fortification of the dark
Gods of forbidden truth
Cyanide of the mind
We are
The arbiters of cosmic realms
A plague on human-kind
We are
the malevolent intent
Unleashed on human-kind
Descend into this pandemonium
we call society
Descend into civilisation
Descend into chaos
The blood of the Nile
Flows through the city of pretentious righteousness
The locusts and pestilence
follow the stench of holiness
The shroud of turin withers away
In the eternal plague
From the ashes
I transcend
To drink the blood of divinities
We bathe in the cries of the earth
Bleeding out into eternity
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Zeitgeist
04:15
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The incessant climb of the human aevum
A perennial precipice
Decorated with the corpses of those who once had dreams
The graveyard of revolutionary ideas
Buried underneath the surface of collective consciousness
And the everyday actions
Of this Sisyphean civilisation
Each nodding head another thread
Of this funeral shroud we are sewing
Another zeitgeist of passivity growing
All this stagnancy leads to nil
We stand over the funeral of history
Reading the obituary of distorted literature
The congregation recites the litany
With grotesque misrepresentation
Summarised on the gravestone of our lineage
In sterquillinis invenitur
The pantheon of Chronos sighs it's last
'It is what it is'
The tale of oedipus personified in this last desperate strife
Each nodding head another thread
Of this funeral shroud we are sewing
Another zeitgeist of passivity growing
All this stagnancy leads to nil
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Empire
10:47
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Tear down your martyrs and fall
For absolution in grievance
Acquittal, reprieve
Forsaking cultures unknown
With zealotry unrepentant
Imperium dei crucifixion
Credo ex nihilo
Spawned the plagues that torture the soul
With benediction
The chains fall into place
ODIN! ARES! POSEIDON!
ROMA! PARI! ATHENA!
THOR! OSIRIS! FREYA!
This false empire
The pantheon of lies
This false empire
Bleeds into me
Arise from thy slumber
From whence didst thou bow?
This false empire
legatum manet in aeternum
Reading perceptions of reality
Through the pupils of the blind
Nailed down
Between the realm
Of physical and mental machinations
Behold the monolith of existence
This cage of mine
It's yours too
It holds no truth
Wildness thunders, feels the stinging whip
Clawing hands reach from incarceration
Domesticated
The mask of docility slips
I relish in your ugliness
Can you relish in mine?
Face your freedom with a willing smile?
Or bow
Bone framed bars
They caterwaul
Higher, higher raise
This false empire
In the halls of the oppressors
I bow to disobedience
And coil with trepidation
Forever cast and reside in shadow
Ignorance is what we feed the mind
While the body blindly pursues
Depravity of the flesh
A broken mechanism of feudal cognition
In a perpetual mental quest
through an abyss of mirrors
If only reflections held answers
If only introspection brought joy
Instead of knives in the dark
Constellations shift with every blink
While every stare stares back empty
The aether withers
And aeons fade
Until the void in between the stars
Enlightens the last
Enforcing perceptions of reality
Through the pupils of the blind
Nailed down
Between the realms
Behold the monolith of existence
Held with the feeble hands of beggars
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Escarion Melbourne, Australia
Crushing Death Metal with Melodic, Progressive, Atmospheric and a touch or Black Metal for grimness. We come from Melbourne, Australia - soon to be everywhere around the world.
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