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Carcassian
Utopian Blaster
A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, constrating,
Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad.
Cross indexed, cross dissected,
Cross referenced, contabescence,
Cross indexed, cross bisected,
Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead.
Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base,
Digitalised, statistical obituary, you only legacy, your final resting place.
Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad.
Cross indexed, cross dissected,
Cross referenced, contabescence,
Cross indexed, cross bisected,
Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead.
Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base,
Digitalised, statistical obituary, you only legacy, your final resting place.
you win. Death is definately a fantastic choice. Chuck has written some of the metal's most philosophical lyrics.
and Hypocrisy just flat out rules.
Carcassian
Utopian Blaster
I am my own God
Master slave and I will be beyond the grave
No one will take my soul away
I carry my own will and make my day
I am my own God
See the truth beyond
Through endless lies thy kingdom come
Glorified wisdom illumination tool
Self deceit it's the golden rule
Live your life you're gonna die your own death
There's no one above that's gonna take your breath
I dip my forefinger in the watery blood
Of your impotent redeemer
And write over his thorn torn brow
The true Prince of Evil
What man's created
Man can destroy
Bring to light
That day of joy
Entombed - The Left Hand Path
Master slave and I will be beyond the grave
No one will take my soul away
I carry my own will and make my day
I am my own God
See the truth beyond
Through endless lies thy kingdom come
Glorified wisdom illumination tool
Self deceit it's the golden rule
Live your life you're gonna die your own death
There's no one above that's gonna take your breath
I dip my forefinger in the watery blood
Of your impotent redeemer
And write over his thorn torn brow
The true Prince of Evil
What man's created
Man can destroy
Bring to light
That day of joy
Entombed - The Left Hand Path
metal_wrath
I dip my forefinger...
Cryptopsy - The Pestilence That Walketh In Darkness
(Psalm 91:5-8)
«Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
For the arrow that flieth by day
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness
For the destruction that wasteth at noonday
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand
At thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
And see the reward of the wicked.»
One last
Perfect night of life on earth
I saw a pestilence descend on wings
Plague black
As it rode the ancient star wind
There are
Things more horrible than death
(Psalm 91:5-8)
«Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
For the arrow that flieth by day
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness
For the destruction that wasteth at noonday
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand
At thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
And see the reward of the wicked.»
One last
Perfect night of life on earth
I saw a pestilence descend on wings
Plague black
As it rode the ancient star wind
There are
Things more horrible than death
Evoken - Embrace The Emptiness
Born to darkness, the woods foreve stand among the gathering.
Upon his eyes the last of the sun's glow.
Ascend the candlelit path to where the gift of life is given.
Beyond all dream is his ignorance to a serene past.
Upon his will you will sleep to an endless dusk.
The howls' of an evening's plague of sorrow rides the land in a strom's mist.
Glaring in hope to witness the breath of a new dawn.
Yet a mystical thought allows him to look upon a sky covered in black satin.
Through profane eternity he drinks the nector of immortality.
Searching eons for the darkest of pastures.
An emotion filled with such vengeance enrages his coldest heart.
As now, the wolves of autumn shriek the call of this, the final night...
even better is this part of Quietus
In the silence below, do we dream of life?
In a dark union with the earth, bearer of lost life.
The morrow shall never arrive in thy slumber of ages
Behold the destiny of all, an unforgiving end.
The burial of flesh begins the return to dust
Just under the sighing of the wind.
I can hear you weeping from below the cold soil.
Maddened by grief, I kneel beside your grave.
For in time, even memories may die...
Born to darkness, the woods foreve stand among the gathering.
Upon his eyes the last of the sun's glow.
Ascend the candlelit path to where the gift of life is given.
Beyond all dream is his ignorance to a serene past.
Upon his will you will sleep to an endless dusk.
The howls' of an evening's plague of sorrow rides the land in a strom's mist.
Glaring in hope to witness the breath of a new dawn.
Yet a mystical thought allows him to look upon a sky covered in black satin.
Through profane eternity he drinks the nector of immortality.
Searching eons for the darkest of pastures.
An emotion filled with such vengeance enrages his coldest heart.
As now, the wolves of autumn shriek the call of this, the final night...
even better is this part of Quietus
In the silence below, do we dream of life?
In a dark union with the earth, bearer of lost life.
The morrow shall never arrive in thy slumber of ages
Behold the destiny of all, an unforgiving end.
The burial of flesh begins the return to dust
Just under the sighing of the wind.
I can hear you weeping from below the cold soil.
Maddened by grief, I kneel beside your grave.
For in time, even memories may die...
