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| 1. |
| 2:45 | 
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For thou sweepst me
in thy ribe if guill with garments forged in spiteful steel No tainted pride shall make conviction cease None shall be unto thee proven worthy of thy outmost fear Let alone the silent longing instinct shun the ones you dear As the hunter boldly stalks his prey intoxicated Conviction reigns where truth might sway intimidated Silence the bore Shun the ones you dear The hunt is over so the feast begins What feast is enduring when all is said and done Everchange of hearts The hunter's reason fail The hunt is treason The hunt is over so the feast begins Why search for endurance when all is said and done? |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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Crown the impulse that deliberately fall defeat in spiritless action Isolation - burn the greenwood order of the vertical path Descendent crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies Restaging torching a world that was left behind Zodiackyl light Cross the sharpest void deride the embers of his faith the bringer that on million horses ride Waiting for the call within the spark of sin ever reminiscent of the coming of storm Can you see the cosmic face in which disorder lies Burning of opression the inventor is the killing hand Be that of the darkest sin to frustrate hope and love I shall not be blinded I shall not be forced Resistance feasting on debris from celestical wars Burning in the sky beyond the realm of time Sequence of the nucleus the glowing dust in flight Zodijackal light And they ride, they ride the drama takes the lead the beast of heaven their guide Racing through the vastness constellation disarray that darkness could not have existed that bares no witness to the light Sweet endless Perpetually pronge through interior vaults So seamless Joints of time cannot shackle the beast Zodijackyl light. |
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| 3. |
| 5:37 |
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Enter Suicidal Angels; How hungry we've become; like animals naked in shame Fed with the hooves of apocalypse that galloped down, disordered worlds behind From word to a word I was led to a word that spanned over cultures in rage Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence holding our tongues to the thirsty sun So, it the future still open? Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts to draw down the end from within We need not the horns that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies severed and numbered they are Nihilist, Hedon the priceless art of their lives Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads. skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow in the fold of your shivering arms Hedon, Your chindren wild and filled with death # Jupiter in our unforgiving eves: a pandemonium of bodies and gold Eager, as a part of your face and the sickness attached to your skin (stone) as the wine-rush, changing from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain # Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows a monument scorned by the teeth of time Stale-faced keeper of secrets, loaded with implosive fire the whore that carried the apostle to the mating point on the graves of giants We look at you, afraid to see what we really are. |
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| 4. |
| 2:33 | 
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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With each daring new concept
creation and form one fragment of shelter from heaven be torn The bleeding through barriers shine of redemption The taste of renewal let art once again be a weapon The whim of the forger is theft from the flow the hatchet now redden with creation's blood Constant is forever I am the creation so bold in design The errors of one thousand minds bleed out through a world gone blind This is the magic that a name would stain. |
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| 6. |
| 2:08 |
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| 7. |
| 6:52 |
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Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high Aimless time in fear new hide overthrow the plan confusion lies in all my words mad is the soul We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament this is the dawning of a new age A heart that beats the wrong way insanity's crescendo Windcolour - second sight a touch of silence and the violence of dark Illusion span - the aroma of time shadowlife and the scent of nothingness Infinite fall of instinct order of one spells deceit Infinite lack of trust order of one obsolete Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead? When it's found, can judgement make amends? From force-fed impressions let us mortify the mind each soul to violate each instinct to be rendered false Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames now for the blood of heaven Unlearn and the cleansing comes Fell a tremor in the pillars of the senses Cursed victim of a distance near The first dreams - the clearest vision Aimlessly steer towards our night we belong to thee Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence entangled within Dimly begotten in clarity found virginlike tears for impurity bound Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky to greet now this vision an emerald dawn Empty the sun - carve out the wind Insanity's crescendo tear out the blinded eye Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear lightning veins in crude exterior Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy lay down the law that made instince fall Escape now and revert this cleansing rebirth torn asunder be Affect me not; darkened vision insanity's crescendo Grimly tread the footsteps torn rebellious stand the seeker tall The thorn of insanity's hand take this darkened vision from my sight Nailed to the image of ignorance Each soul to violate for the blood of heaven |
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| 8. |
| 4:42 |
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No-one survives such an attack
and we all stood like monuments baring the nails in her back Still moving sinews in a graceful impression of life shyly the arms, shyly the breasts fold fear die Ten fingers driven through the heart, through the core as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes and wonder: (for you / me) are there demons there? I knew it all the time. The misanthropes were right to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour. Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn, caught in the nest of the impending dark fate. Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges where faces stiffen, plagued with the frost of disease Our capsules barely meet The worms of disorder like living black numbers that drip from her pergament skin Joined in sweet fury to anoint the decay fragile and reddened in lifelost array |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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Still alive
all knowing eye beneath your stream of words your rapid stream of words Though none will ever live to share the radiant stream the promised hues from which your picture fell Re-seal the components from atom hearts Revert, non-owner of worlds As uncommunication becomes the manifest our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse Death rode these silent caravans and steered them to the ?(o/a)?im of the world. Their diaries and withered letters all devoted to the art of dying The enterprise, academy the crafts held in our hands all devoted to the art of dying No room to arrange the final row of masks drenched in chameleon-ink for the grand charade The tongues that burn in you the slowly altered language that colonised your heartland advanced through broken doors And they still believe in you They seem to see so many things booked in your pestilent eye Your stale lids, your iris punctured by tongues licking a lie The enterprise, wolvenlore the cursed seed of man plunged through the tunnels of uncreation We reach out to move the landmark, hands seeping down from the chronicles of time The quill now blunt the scribe devoured |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 |
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Come death of dearling
the claws of the raven hold fast Enticed and starving a lustful revenge to the last Unlight flood the seeker's eye Come flame or false hope gifted in spirit as I Forced upon freedom Let impulse nor stillness be spared Fierce tidal tantrum nourishing rapture within Come feast or fire repellent in forceful defence Unchained, forgiving to none solemn in swirling embrace |
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| 11. |
| 4:53 |
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Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile Glide neath my skin storm through my nerves I bury the nomad years hours in the earth couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues Immune you say yet venom strikes in strangest guises as the viper in our eyes Tongue, throat, tongue slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom A monumental reign of terrors throats slit up to stain the target We're food for the hounds of trauma, prey to the crows of stress No power left to retrieve my stolen language filtered through the illiterate fingers of death Flies let sickness be poured from the cupped hands of bedlam On account of their brightness I made friends with the word and the moon went with the tide and left for the sound of dead instruments thrown out of tune The red square patterns, dragonrise and evenclaw decoying from pandemonic symmetry Let ring a dissonant note in the music of the spheres the streak of promise in the nuclear sky These whipping black tongues aching to lick me back to life to inject their truths within me |
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| 12. |
| 3:12 |
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| 13. |
| 3:15 |
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Born of laughter
strangled by sin No remorse mistreat the soul again No features the blur of things denied No return the cross to bear is my own Just one sip and life returns Razorfever The pollution of your narrow perception Read into the lines of men's work Degeneration: let the truth be known Numb the pain with the liquid of fire Razorfever burns Born a desperation's child admist the last descent Fierce as that of angel's wrath to lay the soul to rest Just one sip Just one more Just one and so my world can be restored. |
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| 14. |
| 3:25 |
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Develop every aspect
enchance its foetal form distort for the purpose of another aim For you shall know me see why in shadows I hide Lest be thy own defeat Contence refined Truth might falter give up your vows update the aura of the shadowlit facade Pinned down to your defences by the struggle for one others awe Content in loneliness For the dawn shall cast no shadow from your monolith of lies descend from the delusion of degradation and despair For the one that reaps good fortune on the cost of all good faith Suffering must lead him on amidst his loneliness For the one who speaks besides his tongue shall learn all is not good and fair All in vain - the search that never ends Action, reaction still no words come clear in denial of the constant change Unbegun, undenial, unforseen by thee the words underneath the shelter be Spare me. |
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| 15. |
| 2:19 |
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Young girl so sweet
and once so innocent Your life so brutal, true emotions suppressed You scream, but he won't hear a word till he's had his away Victim of the cruelest kind of love Against his urges there's no defence The one who gave you life stole your innocence You want to be free at any cost but you're chained by the shame and everything seems to be lost Bringer of Torture Bringer of Torture You're not afraid of dying Nothing could be worse than this life You're terrified of the pain, the pain that returns with the night With the night! Bringer of Torture Bringer of Torture Bringer of Torture Insanity and terror, hand and hand 'till childhood dreams comes to an end The situation, so vile and insane, Will never be over, he's coming back again, again and again Bringer of Torture |
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