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Archetype of Chaos

by Trauma

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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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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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War Machine 05:57
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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The Slime 05:24
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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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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Tabula Rasa 04:48
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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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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7th Trauma album. This is what reviewers told us:

"I don't know how these Polish bands do it, but they continue to conquer through both their skill at songwriting and the absolutely stunning production values. This is pure 21st century death metal, completely unashamed, and worth tracking down whether you enjoy any of the band's Polish peers or just a serious kicking of your ass. After having this album cranked to capacity, there was barely enough primordial jelly left of me to call the ambulance."
by Autothrall @ Encyclopedia Metallum

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released February 6, 2010

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