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Waits without the mercy of sands
In the hourglass
Bonded and strangulated
Chained by the repentless
May his passing cleanse the world
The one in vaulted halls entombed
Defined by the sins
The obituary that blood has written
Soon the earth will cover the rotten ones,
The successors will prey upon
May his passing cleanse the world
The one in vaulted halls entombed
Rise!
Now Rise!
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Death Rising Above
03:18
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Malignant proliferation
Blighted virulence
Tomb dweller awake
Nightmares of disfigured flesh
Portrait of the ghost
Curse of the betrayed
The cruel lesson of
A corrupted heart
Death rising above
The path in the mist
a reign will eradicate
when people refuse to obey
Silence at dawn devours
the sins through the night
the weight of vengeance
loaded on pillars of
devastation
the end is near
Death rising above
The path in the mist
Walls of the great beyond
is viciously on the move
Beams from the torches
endlessly shine thru
Hollowness of death
desaturates
With every step closer
the persecution gets cruel
Death rising above
The path in the mist
Death rising above
The path in the mist
Extinction after greed
Disease spreads
Achieving the power of gods
By our own hands
Blasphemous acts to become
inferior to chaosphere
Where The bodies left behind
Where tomorrow has gone
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The Weak
04:49
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Any pit couldn’t be more silent
Than the six-feet under
Retribution becomes nothingness
Won't matter after the last nail
When the darkness takes us all
There will be nothing to seize
Strongholds of the legions
Will open the gates for vengeance
Forgive the weak. No matter how it lacerates
When the redemption has done resentment will fade away
Forgive the weak. No matter how it lacerates
Gazing through the future while changing the past
Can't decide on the source
Forced or the will’s choice
Pure moment, Under the skin it crawls
Shifting without conscience to search for an answer
The dawn comes when everything goes silent
A part of me, aparts me
Become us, multiple minds
It never sleeps, never dies
Forgive the weak. No matter how it lacerates
When the redemption has done resentment will fade away
Forgive the weak. No matter how it lacerates
Gazing through the future while changing the past
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Crestfallen, Pt.1
00:55
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Instrumental
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Violence Feared
04:09
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Adrenalin rush, Rip them all
When nothing else brings you salvation
The Demolition to acquisition
When no one stood for tomorrow
Pestilence, Wrath, Famine, Death
Feeds the Hatred
The Era of Violence Feared
Hatred pumps flames get high
When you find out nothing has been written on stone
Fake messiahs, always revive
by not obedient but us all
Pestilence, Wrath, Famine, Death
Feeds the Hatred
The Era of Violence Feared
false reports, shifted rules
they never care about your effort
dictator, endless reign
they just count the devout
The hypocrites, always laugh
They ignored your pain
Tormentor with a cruel demeanor
Chained up but not torn down
Hang’em all, burn their flesh
With the flames from our souls
Strangulation, suffocation
With the iron string of justice
Day by day, the throne rumbles
Searching for a way out like a rat
Hearts will be ripped with their crown
In the era of violence feared
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Worship The Tyrant
03:52
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You cannot face what’s ahead
if you choose to hold
onto those strings of oppression,
You must find and embrace
your full voice, death has reckoned,
You’re no longer a slave
You have worn these shackles
your entire life
You may have escaped the murderous blades
But not the shackles you chain to yourself
There is no rest, there is no time
You won’t be safe until, stop worshiping the tyrant
You may have escaped the murderous blades
But not the shackles you chain to yourself
There is no rest, there is no time
You won’t be safe until, stop worshiping the tyrant
You have no time, your voice they believed, trusted, and followed
And it led them here
But even you have yet to fully embrace it
You must, you must now!
You may have escaped the murderous blades
But not the shackles you chain to yourself
There is no rest, there is no time
You won’t be safe until, stop worshiping the tyrant
You may have escaped the murderous blades
But not the shackles you chain to yourself
There is no rest, there is no time
You won’t be safe until, stop worshiping the tyrant
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Down through this endless spiral again
With having nothing more to give or take
Butchered expectations with sadistic intent
While holding the cleaver just all by myself
Kill the sordid one with reverence
All can survive nothing but rejection
End the Hollowed lives of the shallow souls
At the dawn of Retaliation
Behold against the pinnacle of vengeance of mine
With no retaliation, nothing but one
Abandon the minds chained to regrets
Never drag that can't carry themselves
Kill the sordid one with reverence
All can survive nothing but rejection
End the Hollowed lives of the shallow souls
At the dawn of Retaliation
Kill the sordid one with reverence
All can survive nothing but rejection
End the Hollowed lives of the shallow souls
At the dawn of Retaliation
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Crestfallen, Pt.2
00:54
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Not only couldn’t I make myself a malevolent
I couldn’t make myself anything
Neither good nor bad
Neither a scoundrel nor an honest man
Neither a hero nor an insect
Now I go on living in my corner and irritating myself
With the spiteful and worthless consolation
That a wise man can’t seriously make himself anything
Only a fool makes himself anything
Nobody knows what
Nobody knows who
But in spite of all the mysteries and illusions
You ache with it all
And the more mysterious it is
The more you ache
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Catharsis We Hope
04:22
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All the roads have been shut, and nothing at the sight
Can’t handle the weight of my own flesh
The Sun has risen over me to make me feel like a prey
Amongst the Marble figures, the flaws keep me sane
Redemption is a lie, keeps the minds aligned
Vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope
Trapped in this cell of madness, with helpless individuals
The strings strangulate more and more
The pile of bodies day by day becomes a shrine
The haze of light shines through, sacrifice divine
Gazing through to the other side as the suffered one
Obedience rarely brings the catharsis we hope
Redemption is a lie, keeps the minds aligned
Gazing through to the other side as the suffered one
With the fabricated ways of ease, the leash will be tight
Face the demons haunt you, hang the verdicts repent to you
But Vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope
Need to bow my head to the crown as a pawn
In league with sacred, nothing but cerement
Obedience rarely brings the catharsis we hope
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Nothing Left
03:35
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Don't be afraid to brace the depths of silence
All fallen bodies were once the vengeful ones
Arise to face with absence confront the departed
Fatal acts follow the regrets of the damned
There’s nothing left, no one waits for us
Trial by resentment, failure after failure
The heart gets darker with strangulation
Cast away the selfness on the rise of absolution
As a lost soul, I walked this path that
Shaped, engraved by my own hands
The fate of an unsighted mind of mine
Will be decided when patience comes
There’s nothing left, no one waits for us
Trial by resentment, failure after failure
The heart gets darker with strangulation
Cast away the selfness on the rise of absolution
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Sirens pierce the fallen ones in the gunpowder-covered dawn
Fate was written by the Titans long before their false cause
An Ignored life with worthless flesh. You’re just a part of a discarded line
Rise to eradicate and die by a bullet for the crown
The pile of bones under the slaughtered lives
The sky gets dark in his empty eyes
Coldness when he's been held one last time
Forges the cleaver for the damned one
Strings getting tighter while the death rate is going high.
When the crimson path ends, a haunted night becomes the kill shot.
Raving noises of smothered crimes amongst the deepest breaths.
Wouldn’t be stopped unless you dig for them just another mass grave.
The pile of bones under the slaughtered lives
The sky gets dark in his empty eyes
Coldness when he's been held one last time
Forges the cleaver for the damned one
we can’t forgive the sins yet we erase all the traces of the gods and prophets
we accept a possessed life by our demons yet the darkness still rules the councils
The pile of bones under the slaughtered lives
The sky gets dark in his empty eyes
Coldness when he’s been held one last time
Forges the cleaver for the damned one
The pile of bones under the slaughtered lives
The sky gets dark in his empty eyes
Coldness when he's been held one last time
Forges the cleaver for the damned one
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