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WE WERE GIANTS
08:30
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Those days are gone
And thus assert an era of disease and abandon
A living suffocation, a prodigy of loss
Contaminating the harvest and the soil and its worms
Those days are gone
And nothing here remains but vacuity and lie
No inspirations of temples, nor reverence for their roots
The walls we raised are down, insanity unbound
And now a vermin hold our throne
Spreading the seeds of ruins like gifts for promised dawn
A monarchy insane, degenerate sycophants
All these devoted soldiers of an army with no name
Those days are gone
We’re witnessing an era of disgrace and disguise
An eerie fascination, the morbid symphony
A choir of insane legion burst into an hymn of praise
Lower, lower
Haunted we stand in our fortress of knowledge,
The final stronghold of the braves
Erode by surge of cunning treachery
We raise the banner relentlessly
Gather round the pyre,
The solemn deeds of the chosen, raised in devotion
Invisible guardians on the roads of purity
Humbly bearing the Light of Great Beyond
Divine orphans in our days of resignation
Nothing can flicker the black mark from below
Then a whisper became a chant
Coming from nowhere
Deafening the land
Taking of breathren away
The majestic work, drained with our blood
A castle made of words
In a breath turns to dust
Bringer of the flame, rulers of despair
Riders of malicious trails
We are the many faces of weakness
Saviours of your lies, builders of false pride
The shield before your eyes
We were the Truth, the Right, the Holy
And the chant became a praise
Coming from nowhere
Deafening our land
Crushing our breathren again
The majestic work, drained with our blood
Last sigh of a world
Tormentor of grandeur
The majestic work, drained with our blood
We buried our black hearts in the shroud of past
Dismantle the vaults in the temples of greatness
Forgotten palladium
We’re gazing around the ruins of our time and the swarm
Experience the art of dying, far from glory
Fall from grace
Far from glory, fall from grace
Now we know the agony shall last
And scorching prayers shall abase
In this fraud of a cure now we see
why we flee the herd of the lambs
We were giants
Far from glory
Fall from grace
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Cold warmth prowls on the soil made of flesh
Unusual forest fill the sight of everlasting grave
Do you hear the sound of the fallen sun
Have you ever dream it cracked down on the earth
Exhale all lie and bow down before the herd
The final dogma pieces marble arch
Have you ever feel the urge of annihilation
And pray for a kind to end in black seas and grey
In the sky their wings enbrace the bitter drenched fields
Uproars, now ghosts of a time that past will bury in shame
Mass grave vultures over the pestilent haze
The rejects of a depraved order
Obedient generals leading an army of flesh
Omens of renewal are feasting on fear and cowardness and lie
False idols of clay corrupted and infected
Rivers of salt scattered on bloodless rights
Feeding exaltation of void
Last outburst of agony, last prayer to the sky
Feel the strength
Feel the end is near and wish for nothing to stand
Cause we fail
We’re dead, yes we’re dead
Cleansing !
The skies turn red, the clouds breed grace
A blowing wrath swells
Wide open wounds spitting lava blood oi
Martyrdom sculpted in times
Engraved with nails in the marble of decline, gangrene and disaster
Obliterate till the soul of this obvious failure
Enraged
Irrationnal hate will bring a new dawn of mind
A new era of dusk
Seeker of light, inner essence of conscient war
Enslaved
Cause in the end
Weakness prevails
Here is the truth of a failure endless
Cold warmth prowls on the soil made of flesh
Unusual forest fill the sight of everlasting grave
Come now the conjuration of ancient memories
The ghosts obnoxious, the pyres of vanities
Always they’re swamped to the waters of decay
Ravishing light and eternal majesty
A breath of stars that expires in suffering
In nothingness, in felony
Embrace of black wings upon mass grave aesthetic
Testimony of unknown deity
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In the deepest of the black, I made a dream
Where a wolf transcend a crown and a lamb reach out the limbs
Masses, furious disease since the dawn of the Ages
Belched out their pride and glorified the one who ride with Light
Hail to blood ! Hail to worms !
In the joy of downfall of this land, breed the blinds
And their thurst for deposition of Man
Blessed be blood ! Blessed be worms !
From the sewers of the mind to the towers of enshrine
The mire of our world leads the pilgrimage of the herd
Hail to blood ! Blessed be worms !
From the sewers of the mind to the towers of enshrine
The mire of our world leads the pilgrimage of the herd
Come the eternal winter, an icy era of dirt
A cold embrace of the land for hatred to rebirth
In the brightest of all truth I chased a doubt
Look how it grows
And in the cradle of shame, how it builds a fortress of claws
Damn you ! Damn you all servants of Light !
For your eyes you lost in divine
The grey finery of sin, dark line in the middle of hope
You’ll fall in shafts of oblivion,
Forever lost by the greed of your absence
And staring at this circles
Breathing sweet fragrance of pain
I will lay down to the marble scriptures
Of a future to slain
Damn you all servants of Light !
For your eyes you lost in divine
The grey finery of sin, dark line in the middle of hope
You’ll fall in shafts of oblivion
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A FAREWELL TO HOPE
07:13
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There’s a place, ethereal reverie
Blank canvas in my head
A landscape to awake
O wiseman speak to me, of aeons and sparks you’ve breath
Of cosmic blazing inception and monument of the humble
“Abandon the land & the disease within
Distrust what they call Light, vacuum as policy
Follow different paths, he said, and in the darkest place
you’ll find, a gift of might there stands”
Inhale the essence of the soul
Corrupt the conscience till it drowns
Summon the grief and the rage I carved
In the circle of funeral wake
Seeking the Black, the rival self
I reach the shores of hopelessness
I roamed the skies, wandered in times
I rode horses of fury in their battles with storms
We chased a blaze in the passing of dimensions,
It wondered my roots with an insight of its expense
Then, I met the true king of inner worlds,
He forged a conscience and a dome,
Some arrows for my bow
I climbed the cliffs, surveyed the abyss
Seeking for plains of farewell that wisedom breeds
Walking with scorn, hiding by thorns
The light, it pursued my trails
But I take the furrows, the furrows of hate
There’s so many dusks and splendours unknown
In the the furrows of hate
A wiseman told me :
“Forsake the world, enter the realm of despair
You deserve a rest, a haven for your burden.”
Forsake the world
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UTTER MANIFEST
06:11
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Down in the centuries, wanderer
I survey the echo of slaughters
On the wings of stars, in the dark valley
I fear no harm, I’m a ghost of time
Bringer of deceit, the prophet of truth
Keeper of scriptures of a god unknown
Walking with shadows of a pestilent circle
Facing the tempest beyond
I preach a land of no salvation
No breath of life for this unbearable mankind
Of barren grounds and dessicated roots
There scars of fire of a long gone world
The memories of times as a voiceless grandeur
Walking with shadows of a pestilent circle
Facing the tempest beyond
This is no land for the rest of soul
Forthcoming ends on the way to Chaos
Surrounded by aeons stride
Wisdom eternal light
Just a dust in the cosmic map
Erased by a wholesome wrath
Genocide Suicidal lust
Drown in the void
Surrounded by eaons stride
Wisdom eternal light
A simple dust in the cosmic map
Erased by a wholesome wrath
Blinds leading blinds in the vanity of the slavery An ending in despair
as the axiom of humanity Somewhere a seed already breeds the disease
of a new civilisation, a new herd to asserve and a new world to order
Walking with shadows of a voiceless circles
Facing the tempest beyond
Facing the tempest beyond
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CALVAIRE
06:40
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Walls are high in their kingdom of blinds
And their souls and their mind relentlessly grind
Corridors collide in the swarm of demise
Architecture of madness and pure deviant laws
Repelling of vapours of unholy rejects
And walking like wraiths in pandemonium insane
A millions of crowns for a thousand of kings
Coronation of beggars that no one will see
In the middle of this nightmare,
Rise the voices of sham
A procession of the wises, dead clows in disguise
Self worshipping temple, in the name of disdain
Setting fire to their cage, lost shelter their claimed
Sing the praises of lambs
Join the dance and rejoice for this world is a shame
Embrace the deads
Feed yourself of their rotted entrails
Among the ruins of a long gone haven
We stare the well of instinctive desillusion
Blood for blood
For the idol to please
Infectious wounds
On the path of eternity
Open the doors of the void, behold the walls
Decline is yours, the sculptures evolve
Purity of marble and blackness ebon
Enter the halls of museum of species undone
A shrine made of bones
Images around speak the fate of a kind
A silent agony in time
Moribund denying the unction
The prophecy of endless fall
Climbing the mountains of woes
Carrying a burden, the burden of sorrow
Of tears and deceit, and aeons of war
Walking like cripple under the thunder of scorn
The sons of knowledge
The true heirs of time
Answers to the unknown
Blinded by the shining rays of gold
In a breath of a forgotten realm, a perfection erased
Pathetic rats,
Wretched lives
Pathetic rats
Wretched lie
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THE SEASON OF GALLOWS
07:33
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A heavy rain is gonna fall
From the black clouds of anger
Irrigate the fruitful land
As blessing of the righteous water of Death
The path of suffering
Adorn with woods everlasting
A forest of redemption
Gather round the pyre, the strain of fate
What goes around comes around
Dancing over the ground
The words beyond mountains and seas
Uproars of a dying ideology
Asphixiate a seed
Buried in ashes, ignored but waiting
The scourge of a new dawn,
The banner of Grace
Relentless, unforgiving, the stricken arise
What goes around comes around
Dancing over the ground
New chapter for us to write
Some kings and a rope
Their crowns ‘round the throat
A revolt
Their scornful towers of Light,
Blinding temples of decline
South heading compass,
Leads us to the depths
In sacrifice, with blood comes glory
No monster, no hero, a struggle unholy
Just a world to erase
In your palace precious
The beacon of zealots and fools
Witness the unseen wrath above
Hang them ! Hang them all !
Can’t stand no more those pigs and whores
Crush them ! Slay them all !
Along the roads of salvation,
potency grows blue flowers of war
A land of fallen almighty ones
Heralds of a tyranny far too long suffer
But in the inner essence of Man, a shadow awaits
Deep down in masses weakness
The rivers of madness sweep the Hope away
Wilder than the wildest beast
A monster earn a halo
Once again we’ll have to bow,
Once again we’ll have to acclaim
Ruination for horizon
A eerie fascination for a yawning chasm of fire
Tyrants, helots, sycophants and belligerents
A land of desolation fill the sights of desperate souls
The seeking of a shelter, last pilgrim in the fog
A quest, a graal of blackness
A place, a rest for darkness
Far from sickness, I reached a mountain
There stands the ancient memories
The wisdom of an old age
Sealed by time and dust
Drowned in the darkness, I laughed on downfall
Wishing for eternal season of gallows
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