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Intro (White Architect)
01:15
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2. |
Cortex Deformation
04:50
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Deviation. hate, aggression
Struggle for life
What's our mind like
What's hidden inside
Hidden recesses
The fold
They carry the grain of blood
Stuffed with world's carcass
We feed our worm
Which gnaws at our entrails
Abnormally we lap our victims' blood
We gain new sensations which cause
Cortex deformation
Deviation. hate, aggression
Stench of rotten brain
It is our food. like ravenous woodworms
We penetrate our mind's crust
To find the stench and rot
So we relish the pain and ecstasy of this deed
How much pleasure sadism gives us
Masochism in its perverse wear
How much bliss is in our victims: screams
These deeds drive us to erection
Deviation. hate, aggression
Stench of evaporating bowels
We cannot resist this theater of grotesque and atrocity
Where main part play marquess and marchioness de sade!
Lets bow to the audience and tear their sweet throats
Let's sink our mouth in the steamy scarlet sea
Deviation...
We are all dead!
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3. |
A Dying World
04:30
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Agony, fear, madness
The image of modern intoxicated
Here our existence is written off
Our faith lost
And thoughts directed to murder
The altars of insanity
A world splashed with gore
It flows at our children
But yet they are creations of illness and blasphemy
Here is our dying and wormy world
The altars of insanity
The fire incinerates ancient gods
For the new forms of genocide and hypocrisy will be born
The altars of insanity...
On them we are born and we die
Our bodies decompose in illness of fatal virus
Lust for blood and flesh consumes the brain
Like undead zombies we follow
The instincts of manslaughter. rape and sadism
Savage lusts stifle our hollow hearts
And the black blood toxicates the awareness of existence
The altars of insanity bathed in blood
Here we bow to false gods
The altars of insanity strip our souls
Here we become puppets
The world died. mankind reached the apogee of disintegration
We become ashes dispressed by winds of future
The world died. insanity and death
Opened the gates without return
Nothing exists behind them!
We are the last. the race of degenerates
We rest in pain and sorrow!
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4. |
War Machine
05:57
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You can smell this stench
You can almost see this paralysing fear. so unknown to you
Death and contagion all around you
‘you are a vulgar creation of mass destruction (annihilation)
Extra-terrestrial tentacles lurk in you
Enormous so they reach the stars frontier
Black blood flows down to you
There is no mercy in you
You are created to bring the message of murder
Your hands and eyes are testimony
And deed of bloody carnage
You were born to kill
You were born in death's chamber
Carnage... is policy. carnage... is superpower carnage... is me!
Annihilation sweeps across the world
Viruses, tentacles of war. famine
Cover the world with shroud of prodigality
Where you are the commandments
Your eyes will never cover with tears
Neither will your soul scream in despair
You are the creation of architects
You are a sick war machine
Carnage... is me! carnage... is superpower carnage... is policy
Like a degenerated priest of extermination
You carry the message of genocide and sadism
War grows inside you
And transmits at your innocent generations .
As they become the end of your existence!
Oh! you are the lord of decay, paralytic stench
This arena for lords and slaves
Carnage... is me! carnage... is me! carnage... is me!
O! lord, stay yourself
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5. |
The Slime
05:24
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Welcome to the freak show
Here everyone is an actor and spectator
And the scent is our world
Here are the bizarre arts on the church altar
And the abstract acts of the political. arena
So many things unite us
We are the community of fabulous colours of rainbow
Floating in the slime
Our souls are rotting, rolled in the putrid slime
It makes us lose our individuality
And the authentic faith
Welcome to the show...
We re just puppets here
Welcome!
This art is real
But at the same time so grotesque and full of horror
Here we are monstrous creations of our own progress
Here we весомe masters of evil and lies
The stage is a fabulous kaleidoscope of colours
Where we can see things we want to see
Ha! how poor and depraved are we
Larves of vanity and indifference gnaws at us
We desire only power and strength
Which will lead us tо the emperor's throne
Of deprivation and stench
Welcome to the show. welcome on the stage
Here we are rotting flesh without a soul
Here is our world. we. die in agony
It's is our punishment and our i end
Slime in the colour of rainbow
The theater of degeneration
The punishment is the price!
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6. |
The Truth Murder
06:09
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What is the truth? what is the faith?
Hypocrisy and filth
Lie hidden in those words?
They rule
Meek marionettes bow to them
Superpowers
Churches prepare this poison for us to drink it in the dark
And then die in torments and hunger
And when the seven bells ring
The time for deer-hunting will come
Pure and exotic murder of hypocrisy and falsehood
Gore will drench the altars, dogs will l drag the carcass
And our souls. clean. will flow down to the вiack soul
What is the truth? what is the faith?
Our lust like tank mechanism
Revolves arduously and stays our (rue words
Like fierce armada we splash our own consciousness
And it falls into the abyss of oblivion
Still we search for the sense of our own self
Our self was poisoned by hypocrisy and money
Now we are. robots
Will we ever find the truth?
Will it be given to us to feel the faith?
Nothing is the faith and truth!
Those symbols does not exist they are only memories
So far memories, even gods do not remember its meaning
Never will l they rebirth
As i hey were tarnished with blood and hypocrisy
Nothing exists!
Nothing! nothing! nothing!
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7. |
Tabula Rasa
04:48
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Thou was born in agonal pain
Fear and anguish were the only company to thee
There is no mercy in thy eyes
And a great cosmic power lurks in thy hands
Thy life is drawn by blood and fire
And eyes closed create the image of paradise
Thou are the part of this chaos
Tabula rasa-the charter written in blood
Tabula rasa-the enlightenment myth
Thou are the image of this world
World full of trepidation and genocide
World made by people similar to you
Innocent but afterwards beasts
Anguish, sorrow, scream
Is thy food, thou find. in it
The pleasure of rape and devotion to this world
This world begot thee and gave thee away
To pathological angels
Tabula rasa-the charter written in blood
Tabula rasa-the enlightenment myth
Tabula rasa..
Tabula rasa..
The time goes by, people die, towns empty
Superpowers create the annihilation machines
And thou are this strange scarlet charter
Of murder and ecstatic delight
Tabula rasa..
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8. |
Portrait Of The Lies
04:49
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I aм the one and only. i am the faith
I stand on the firmament of the celestial sphere
Your hypocrisy rests in my hands
I am the mighty. i am the chosen
In my eyes burns the fire of my own glory
Under my feet writhes your god
Thy name is truth
Thy name is war
Thy name is you!
I walk the left hand path
It leads me towards the truth
Enclosed in my soul
Never will my soul and flesh
Succumb your hypocritical words
Your god is an illusion. i am the truth
Thy name is truth
Thy name is war
Thy name is you!
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Our world fall in blood and fear
Ruined are the civilizations of thousand years
After them came another cradles of holocaust
In them was the faith. but genocide
Of ravenous herds cut off the umbilical cord of hope
The world is demented, this world is devastated
In it the bugs are
Millions of minds
And cause insane devastation
Let's turn away from it all
Raise our swords
And cut us off to find the truth
And the dreams of the eternal ones
Fight! let your mind defeat the gangrene
Let your muscles explode with the power of cosmic rights
Proud with open visor
You will stand on the edge of the world
Which is on the decline over the ocean of innocents' blood
With arms spread widely you will fall into the abyss
To cleave the skull of bugs
With the sword of stars and the power of the eternal ones
And then create a new era
Fight. you are the angel of fate
Fight. you are the demon of prophecy
Fight. you are the architect of thoughts
The era will bring the faith that cures the minds
And gives the mother strength
The mother will give the life to those
Who stand at gods feet
And proudly whey raise their hands
Where deeds and thoughts of new era glitter
Fight. you are the angel of fate
Fight, you are the demon of prophecy
Fight, you are the architect of thoughts
I bless those who think!
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