The Wrathful Beast
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The Wrathful Beast
05:47
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It, the one, awaken
From the depths of my being
Devourer, fugitive
An insatiable hungry thing
My instinct
Takes over my reason
Hidden in the most
Secret recesses of my inner self
Survivor
Pale flesh, red dawn
Surrender
Phenomenon
Scourged, ravaged
I give way to my anger
Now, no more man
Untamed
A wrathful beast
Forced by the irascibility
Of those who hunt me
A deep hatred of hypocrisy
That condemns me to this hell
A portrait of perfection
Reduced to nothing
Breathless, an aroused torture
Their fault, vociferating
Scourged, ravaged
I give way to my anger
Now, no more man
Untamed
A wrathful beast
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Throne of Thorns
08:26
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All hail the Monarch
We’re part of an ark
Our realm is invaded
By those we haven’t defeated
Betray your pontiff
Banish your traitors
Violate your chief
Eviscerate your preys
Crowns I wear, fall of fate
Hold of my reign, full of hate
My seat coveted
Dominated
Usurper of my empire
Order and Law, Unbalance
Throne of Thorns, conspire
Privilege, Maleficence
King or Tyrant, Similar
Loss will be my devotion
Treachery, cowards
Beware, behind
Usurper of my empire
Order and Law, Unbalance
Throne of Thorns, conspire
Privilege, Maleficence
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Stampede of the 10 000
07:45
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March, march to war
March to battlefields
A bloody carnage
to quench our thirst
Through violence
We only exist
To Steel, our soul is cursed
Make the ground shake
Under our spurs
Turn the skies black
With our banners
Let’s resonate
Sparkle of our spears
and iron of our swords
Armed, We move, Blackened
Blessed, By the, Wizard
No empathy towards the enemy
Slice their guts
With our shaperned blades
No affinty with the opponent
Viciousness incarnate
Our cruelty
Is unparalleled
Our brutality
Has no equal
Never relinquished
Never exhausted
Our strength is endless
Armed, We move, Blackened
Blessed, By the, Wizard
White Hand, Great Eye, Guided
To, The one, Devoted
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Instrumental
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Cogs, Gears & Clockworks
11:48
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Time is immutable
Time is impalpable
Time is intangible
Time does exactly as he pleases
He rusts us to nothingness
He gnaws us to extinction
He nibbles us to our deepest hollowness
Until our ashes become our reflection
Our body is like a Clock
Counting the seconds until doom
Our bones are like the hour hand
Our colon is like the excapement
Our lungs are like the main wheels
Our stomach is like the main spring
Our liver is like the weights
Our heart is like the pendulum
Snail, Rack, Click, Fly,
lifting piece, Hammer spring,
Clutch, pin wheel,
Cogs, Gears & Clockworks
The countdown of your life,
has started
Dust, bones, & memories
will be your last and only ruins
Hourglasses are emptied by
The scythe of omens
Put a single grain of sand,
in the machinery
And your entity is immersed
in a hellish Chaos
The tick tock of your watch
Resonates in these walls
The bell is ready to be rung
Your ribs are ready to be wrung
The crunch of corpses scrolls
Like the seconds of a last moment
The great Deathclock tolls
And his call is irreversible
The enigma of persistance
Is unresolvable
After a whole life of rewinding
you end up becoming exhaustible
Cogs, Gears & Clockworks
The countdown of your life,
has started
Dust, bones, & memories
will be your last and only ruins
Hourglasses are emptied by
The scythe of omens
I am deconstruted
The circle is broken
Perpetual is offered to me
But i am done
Swept
Erased
Dismantled
Eradicated
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Remaining silent, unfathomable
Growing giant, archaic fable
Both a source and a bottomless well
For some a leak, for others a cell
Can’t see eternal lies
Can’t hear, lunar cries
The surface reflects the stars
Like the celestial veil of the cosmos
Like the deities of the unknown’s
thousand eyes
They descend from their vacant vault
From the deepest of abysses
And the kingdom of spume and salt
As inexplicable almighties
Don’t try to say the ineffable
or you’ll have to face our immeasurable greatness
and like a call from beyond,
it will drive you to madness
and so your insight will increase,
and you’ll be able to behold our
loneliness
Face the Phantasm Flow
Space is open right now
Never will you tell
The things you saw
Your last farewell
Last tomorrow
The surface reflects the stars
Like the celestial veil of the cosmos
Like the deities of the unknown’s
thousand eyes
They descend from their vacant vault
From the deepest of abysses
And the kingdom of spume and salt
As inexplicable almighties
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Cathedral
16:16
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Recalled from the grave
To link the fire
The sorcerer has none of it
His vision comes from waters
Human flesh, his dinner
His growing power
The clergymen join him
To this abyssal banquet of limbs
From the deep
He dreamed of a profane flame
A deep waters’ arrival
Men’s souls reaped
The ecclesiastic spread the word
from their profound bibles
Frozen throne
The self-proclaimed pontiff keeps the
gates
Of the frosted city
Go back home
The coffin hides the ancient doll
But deacons are watching
Old holy writings were twisted
Cold sacred prayers now coded
Captured children,
Caught in lousy cells
Waiting to be served,
Ringing the bells
Snatched tongues
And spilled warm entrails
Will be trophies or dishes,
To the fattened bishops
A monument erected to the glory of
His unparalleled appetite
A black marble house
Surrounded by imposing towers
Red torn draperies
And bloodstained tiles
The ground is littered with the remains
Of those who were devoured
Puking putrid pillars
Spilling their nauseating flow
Obscuring Chandeliers
Parasite candlelight
A monolith built to the profane
Of his impious visions
The main altar sinks into the ground,
Because of this blasphemous place
Cold massive columns
And threatening vaults
Keep this horrid building standing
This church of nightmarish faith
This abyssal cathedral
Full of creeping wraiths
No lights pierce stained glasses
Let’s begin the masses
Forced by our inner rage
Only slaughter will be our heritage
Obsessed by the power of our place
A feeling of betrayal will remain on our face
Driven by the desire to overcome
Our march will be unstoppable
Living by our ephemeral eternity
Death will be the end of the journey
Overwhelmed by the immensity of the emptiness
Even the ocean can not fill us with its loneliness
Blinded by that to which we dedicate our faith
Maybe will we commit countless sins
Manipulated by our deepest fantasies
These always end up turning into nightmares
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instrumental
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