1. |
Blood Of Mortal Gods
02:11
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Immortal life, cut short tonight.
Wars for glory, greed, and hate.
Resources scarce, there’s no escape.
Killing until you’re all that’s left.
Lonely land of one man’s conquest.
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Test the divine, cut down to size.
Once feared and full of spite.
Witness the false god’s head on pike.
As the charade dies and nations fall.
Earth will feed on the rot of your soul.
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
Blood! Blood of mortal gods!
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2. |
Fear
04:02
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Weapons of mass destruction,
Dictators and followers.
Soapbox for the small minds.
Bigots and usurpers.
Where’s the time for rational?
Where’s the common sense?
Maybe you’ve all forgotten.
It’s too late, there’s nothing left.
Fear controls
Fear is hate
Fear deceives
Fear relates
Words of poison speak of hate,
Nationalists bred to kill.
Trucks and guns, sealed fate.
Falling bodies, blood is spilled.
Where’s the time for rational?
Where’s the common sense?
Maybe you’ve all forgotten.
It’s too late, there’s nothing left.
Fear controls
Fear is hate
Fear deceives
Fear relates.
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3. |
Storm Of Chaos
03:14
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A cycling void.
Reaping souls.
Flush with hate.
Brainless fools.
Mortal disease.
Infesting the earth.
Just a matter of time.
Cognitive desert.
Rain no longer pours.
Existing just to starve.
Storm of Chaos!
A crying child.
Nothing to eat.
Harsh is this life.
That humans create.
You build to forget.
Time does not wait.
Pray for your life.
Rain turn to floods.
Your god does not hear.
Drown in self pity.
Storm of Chaos!
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4. |
Sunrise Blood
04:36
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Sweat to death
Dragging their stone
Die on our knees
shine their guilded thrones
In this system we waste away
Used up and left to dry
Swinging from a corporate line
Beaten to submission
Sifting gutters for dimes
In the end
We're all cattle in line
Lashed to the yolk
Lug slop for swine
This classist system
Has put a price on time
In this system we waste away
Used up and left to dry
Swinging from a corporate line
Beaten to submission
Sifting gutters for dimes
In the end
We're all cattle in line
Born work and die
We're penitent for pay
Just to survive
We give our lives away
All work, no play - grinds the joy away
All work, no play - drives the world insane
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5. |
Sages
04:45
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Landscapes crumble
Bombs pummel the land
The ones we hold dear
Dying hand in hand
The war machine
Kills quick and clean
It runs on greed
Split the sky
Let the drones fly
Let children die
The war machine
Kills quick and clean
It runs on greed
Your terrorize
Dehumanize
Build enemies
I see, in the distance
A rose of fire blows
The child of Oppenheimer
Existence expires
Trillions of dollars
Reaped from millions of lives
Indiscriminate slaughter
To feed the lord of flies
The war machine
Kills quick and clean
It runs on greed
Spin your lies
Nationalize
Patriot ties
The war machine
Kills quick and clean
It runs on greed
In the name
Of elite reign
We’re sacrificed
I see, in the distance
A rose of fire blooms
The child of Oppenheimer
Existence expires
Breakdown
Sages foresaw
We’d kill ourselves
That time is now
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6. |
Only Through Darkness
03:02
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Walking bones, melting flesh.
Hot concrete, freezing breath.
Frigid eyes, speak of their past.
Tents on streets, death en masse.
Purgatory.
Hell on earth.
Invisible.
Lost all worth.
Every day is struggle.
A fight to begin.
Kick you while you’re down
For your life of sin.
Nothing seen.
Nothing heard.
No feelings.
No life.
Walking bones, melting flesh.
Hot concrete, freezing breath.
Frigid eyes, speak of their past.
Tents on streets, death en masse.
No way out!
No way out!
No way out!
No way out!
Only through darkness!
Only through darkness!
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7. |
I Can't Sleep
02:36
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Lying awake
A panicking mind.
Soaked in darkness
Can't close my eyes.
Dischordia’s risen
Truth is disguised.
A logical world
Long left behind.
I Can't Sleep!
Suicide
By preventable disease.
Decry science
'Til it does what you need.
Killing to uphold
White supremacy.
Build a death cult
For a celebrity.
I Can't Sleep!
A special hell
Of our own design
For a few, it's heaven
And, everything is fine.
Try all you like
Cry through the night
Try till you die
Never sleep again.
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8. |
Matricide
02:26
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Blacken the sky, burn fauna and flower
Nothing is safe from your rise to power
You kill the world, to rule the world
Counting your tithe on borrowed time
Devouring - ourselves - for wealth
Selling - our future - our health
Spilling our blood on the alters of gold
Feeding our children to horrors untold
You kill the world, to rule the world
Counting your tithe on borrowed time
This planet - can't be - replaced
We're choking - on our - own waste.
Gaia cries out
Mother has died
With diamond blades
We commit matricide
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9. |
Last Of The Mongrel Dogs
03:22
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Dead is the order.
Years lost, blood and fang.
Domesticated.
Once free now in chains.
All the bones have been buried.
Bearing teeth and bloody hands.
No longer do we wear your collars.
No longer do we bear your tags.
We are the last of the mongrel dogs!
Howls of disorder.
Exiled to the wastes.
Long since forgotten.
Zones of death and dismay.
All the bones have been buried.
Bearing teeth and bloody hands.
We no longer wear your collars.
We no longer bear your tags.
We are the last of the mongrel dogs!
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