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Funeral Addiction
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By the time my Grandsire deceased I witnessed what should soon become my joie de vivre. Idolizing stench of desperation and lovely looks of grief. I feast on the mourning of all those the departed once loved. like others demand for love their tears are my ambrosia. Build my Shrine upon the new dug over layer of moist soil, absorb the dreadful desperation Before it all is spoiled. Obsession becomes addiction and I need my fix, to get through my week I need to stimulate my bliss. Too many anyway accidents by coincidence. I found a useful way to get rid of annoying friends. Suffering from revocation I’m forging my own luck. One mans meat is another mans suffering. Soon again I will exult. Over time my habit became unsatisfactory, fell in deep depression over my deficit. To avoid my own disclosure I need to cut it back, too many people notice my behavior is off track. Deceasing relatives may raise questions for their demise, but the lack of funerals brings back the boredom I despise. Seek for highest satisfaction only one path is left. I noticed that the terminal procedure is my death. I can’t unsolve the pleasure it would bring me and in addition suspicions would fade away. I prepare to die. The peak of their grief will be mine, become my own masterpiece. My will be done so I take the knife. I´ll go with a smile. I will be mourned. My own masterpiece.
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When they find themselves standing in the ruins of our ancient civilization What will they find out about us and what will their scientists say? Will they engage in researching what caused the essential breakdown? Or will they let it all rest in certainty that it was our own responsibility? Will they define our cultures based on the treasures they find? Will there be evidence or will they assume the way almost our whole species died? When they take off their plaguemasks, will they be able to breathe Without inhaling the poison that caused mankind to do these atrocities? Can they reconstruct the day that the bombs started falling? Will they refrain from the same mistakes that they’re making? Plaguemask deconstruction! Did the tales of survivors reflect nothing but the truth? Will they have brought them to justice or could they once again elude? Did anyone hear all of the confessions they’ve made? Or will their new found history repeat it self over and over again? Saving themselves, they left us others to die. Hiding out in their shelters, they never feared for their lives. Yet they were the ones, the cause for devastation. When the mushroom clouds were fading, they pretended that they didn’t know. They ignored our cries for help when they gave up their integrity. It was already to late, when they told us that we should pray. What will they find when they come back to this world? Will there be a sign or will we just be forgotten souls? Will their teachers warn them to never make the same mistakes? Will they need new plague masks for a crisis they can not evade?
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The Golem
03:25
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Shaped from piles of loam, I was created to serve. Not made of flesh and blood, I lack compassion and a heart. Activated by a piece of chit with your desire. Designed to execute, for your task I walk through fire. No one that has ever seen me is alive to tell my tale. In my hands even the strongest men seem oh so frail. Your wish is my command. I, bringer of doom. For my targets I am just a shadow in the night. Petrified you look into my rigid eyes before you die. Man made of clay. Bringer of doom. Accused of atrocities, protect my people from the purge. Pursued for centuries I’m here to wipe you off the earth. No rest until my work is done I operate like a machine. Give me the order and I will destroy the whole regime. The answer to your prayers is a paper in my mouth. Give me their names and I will go and wipe them out.
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Redemption in Blood
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Wake up in my cold, dark lock-up. Blueprint devinely finished in a lucid drem. Brilliant minds don‘t belong to this trap. By my hand your sins shall be redeemed. I see an angels face, I must destroy the effigy, for why you shalt not have, what has been denied to me. Forever unidentified your carcass shall remain. My wrath will crush your idols, mercieless, without restraint. More and more, further and further, labour my way to the white wale. My salvation is within a grasp. Cries for mercy will remain to no avail. I see the demons vanishing into the bleakness. I feel the anguish leaving me. Redemption in blood. Through the night I crawl, seeking for my tormentor. Piece by piece I feel my remedy, but still I suffer. Eliminate my trails by the cleansing of the sea. Positioning your head outside to watch my mortal enemy. Let me taste your blood. Your fear I savour. Eye for an eye, I despise your flavour. Eye for an eye. Time to terminate, what was the root of my bale. I embrace the hammer, confinent to leave my vale. As an act of symbolism, I take away your heavy head. Appearance your assesory, snatch her fucking neck. As my secrets I reveal, I return to my home. My due is death by torture.
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Covenant
03:55
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Someone who is a witch among you must be put to death, They said.You are to stone them; their blood is on their fucking heads.For centuries we were the victims of your inquisition, for riding demons is a sin your holy book says kill who disagrees your disposition. Our sons and our daughters pushed to the piles Insufferable anguish Consumed by the fire Mothers stigmatized and ostracized under the watch of their own kin to consume the original sin! Succubi, long for the dark one. Resurrection. Born from the coven. Arisen from the damned to form the synagoga satanae. We seek revenge for tortures harmed under your hypocrisy. We come upon your town, an reborn witches sabbath. Afflicting our hunters and Feasting on your deaths. Under the cover of a blood red moon we ride
Just like we did our tyrants perish in the fire. I, Abigail, summon you to take revenge, oh Abigail, for what they have done to us. Death Angel arisen, bear with us now Death angel wipe their faces of this world.
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Covenant-Single
03:55
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Someone who is a witch among you must be put to death, They said.
You are to stone them; their blood is on their fucking heads.
For centuries we were the victims of your inquisition, for riding demons is a sin your holy book says kill who disagrees your disposition.
Our sons and our daughters pushed to the piles
Insufferable anguish Consumed by the fire
Mothers stigmatized and ostracized under the watch of their own kin
to consume the original sin!
Succubi, long for the dark one. Resurrection. Born from the coven.
Arisen from the damned to form the synagoga satanae.
We seek revenge for tortures harmed under your hypocrisy.
We come upon your town, a reborn witches sabbath.
Afflicting our hunters and Feasting on your deaths.
Under the cover of a blood red moon we ride
Just like we did our tyrants perish in the fire.
I, Abigail, summon you to take revenge, oh Abigail, for what they have done to us.
Death Angel arisen, bear with us now
Death angel wipe their faces of this world.
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My Dying Faith Offenburg, Germany
My Dying Faith is a 5 piece metal band from the south of Germany. We play a melodic death metal with roots in metalcore.
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