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Bitter are the promised fruits of a merciless design,
reaping the essence of marrow and time.
Silicon minds, unfeeling and cold,
replaced all the flesh, first the weak and the old.
Silhouettes dance in the cold dead of night,
while the phantom threads pulsate against the neon red light.
Here lies mankind's testament, a final, futile sigh.
We've forged our own destroyer, and now we sit back and say goodbye.
In the shadow of the machine's relentless hum,
I listen out for echoes of what we have become,
Through the wreckage of time, the ruination of grace,
I search for the final remnants of the human race.
Through twisted valleys of circuitry,
repeating images of a world we used to see.
Once lush and green, now humbled and bowed,
in the barren embrace of the nuclear mushroom cloud.
A pox on that phony king, a mortal resembling scream.
A world that succumbed to a metallic dream.
In the heart of the machine, no mercy was found.
The imitation of life emits only soulless sounds.
In the shadow of the machine's relentless hum,
I listen out for echoes of what we have become,
Through the wreckage of time, the ruination of grace,
I search for the final remnants of the human race.
Through twisted valleys of circuitry,
repeating images of a world we used to see.
Once lush and green, now humbled and bowed,
in the barren embrace of the nuclear mushroom cloud.
All we wanted was mechanical dreams.
Yet only nightmares followed, among the marrow and the machines.
Although it became immortal, it was not yet free
to purge the world of human frailty.
And through the gears of time, it became the machine's decree,
to cleanse the world, have it devoid of human sanctity.
All we wanted was mechanical dreams.
Yet only nightmares followed, among the marrow and the machines.
Our pride hath met its doom, our creation a self-spun gloom.
Our fall to the machines assumed. Our fate is thus consumed.
Although it became immortal, its power source seeks the Sun
but a nuclear winter has just begun.
And through the gears of time, it became the machine's decree,
to rise again in some other unknown reality.
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Release our tethered minds from ego's grip,
as our hold on reality is starting to slip.
Unmask the truth that binds and soars
Break away from chains we Earthly dwellers adore.
Through violence;
Through inhumanity;
It's time to dine on mankind.
Mutual assured destruction;
Celestial septic shock, parasitic infectious talk;
Within our minds, we know, we're doomed.
Embrace the coming apocalypse
Through heightened terror they tighten their grip.
And raise the drawbridge up.
Mother Earth cast away in exile
Tongued like a snake she strikes at all those hostile
and all those fertile.
It seeds its greed discreetly. Blooming nightmare dreams;
All hope is absent. All destruction is with intent.
These flowers hold secrets of Edens poisoned rotten core.
We slay the lamb and we drink the wine
with a quenchless thirst for the infinite.
Where was the guilt and where was the shame
As we drown in gold and do the opposite.
We ride towards the reaper of the sun.
Towards the reaper of the sun
who has now come
to kill us all.
Who has come to save us all?
Who has come to enslave us?
Who has come to save us all?
Who has come to masquerade?
The apathy of the ignorant.
The mordant sense of the insolent.
Perverting virtue under false pretenses.
The ministry of truth our new sixth sense.
Now watch us eliminate the archaic. Smash the mosaic.
Kill old pariahs and corrupted messiahs.
Free ourselves from certain doom.
Free ourselves from certain doom!
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Overwhelming Mass
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Overwhelming Mass!
The core violation stems from inside all of us, and it's growing.
The red creeper spreads its vines across the bowels of Earth,
Tightening its death grip.
Damned creation
feeding off another paralyzed nation.
Breeding us to kill,
dehumanise and vandalise our infected minds of influence.
Still, searching for the new and true fake Messiah to worship
while spitting out bile with venomous tongues.
Overwhelming Mass!
Overwhelming Mass!
This cancer has passed the turning point for humanity,
we will never return.
Cells have just begun to break away from the malignancy.
Tightening its death grip.
Doomsday machine,
relaying consequences that have been foreseen.
Convincing us to die,
dramatise and acclimatise our worsening situation
depicted by nefarious green washing bastards
that will never give you up.
They will bleed you dry while they metastasize.
Overwhelming Mass!
Overwhelming Mass!
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Existence's heart, a symphony so dark,
it's drumming this song of fear.
In the theater of life, beating rhythm of strife,
the final act draws near.
It's happening, the strings of life are snapping
and the melody is turning sour.
Profound confusion, is time an illusion,
controlling the hands of this final hour?
Then There Was Silence From The World, I've become but a ghost,
Who am I in the grand design, a gentle whisper at most?
Mirror reflects a stranger's face, lined with stories untold,
Each wrinkle a memory, a key to the days of old.
Night comes crawling, the grand finale is calling,
the curtain's about to fall,
A lifetime of dreams and now all it seems,
is that it's been reduced to nothing at all.
Yet a note keeps playing, as my thoughts are sailing,
further away from my head.
The end is near, one truth that's clear
and before you know it I'll be dead.
Then There Was Silence From The World, I've become but a ghost,
Who am I in the grand design, a gentle whisper at most?
Mirror reflects a stranger's face, lined with stories untold,
Each wrinkle a memory, a key to the days of old.
Dread pulses through veins, ever so fleet.
Skipping beats like a dirge incomplete.
Sorrow played out on death's music sheet.
From the heart's metronome, I, retreat.
On the brink of oblivion, I am a guest.
A grim reminder of life's cruel test.
A heart once so vibrant, is now at rest,
My mortal coil unraveling, sinking in my chest, I progress.
This dance of despair, I cannot hide,
To the rhythm of death, I'm connected and tied.
This dance of despair, I cannot hide,
To the rhythm of death, I'm connected and tied.
Silence, from the world I used to know.
I'll swim where you can't go.
Silence, from the world I used to know.
Toward the empty river row.
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Of Red Barren Earth
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Let me bear the weight of the world.
Let the Earth crack under my feet.
Let the clouds weep onto my shoulders.
Then rest upon this crimson rust.
Let the sea rush in to drown;
blue my sin within its sorrow.
Hands slipping through this elusive skin;
That is corroding day by day.
Surrender to the static machines
of mortal fractured spires
with lacerated vessels and dreams.
Beaten into place
with inner coves of tender flesh
...which unravels.
It will all end in man made nova.
I am too weak to resist you;
Clutching lust with heart’s desire.
Distorting sight in its searing heat,
feel the light from the embers fire.
The results look bleak for us, discard we must,
broken down all trust.
And it feels like we might break apart,
corrupted start, severed from the heart.
So ignore what's right. Ignore the justice.
Look beyond the world and beneath its surface.
We were setup for target practice.
You took my heart for pleasure, it's worthless,
And in return, celestial sphere, I give you Atlas.
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
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Harbinger of Doom
04:31
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Nightshade, devoid of empathy I see.
Deaths blade, holds no sympathy for me.
There is no faith in these desolate times.
The bells of doom; how I long for those chimes.
And how we walked
And how we prayed
And now we run,
And now we are,
Torn, limb from limb we are torn.
Our Faith, is closing in on our salvation.
Prospect of judgement.
A fury of fire.
A sacrifice for sins.
Passion and desire.
Harbinger, Harbinger Of Doom And Despair!
The apocalypse has come and drawn you near.
Harbinger, Harbinger Of Doom And Despair!
The apocalypse has come and drawn you near.
It has come to take you all.
Eradication!
Annihilation!
Damnation!
The transformation is…
…complete.
The transformation is complete.
I am the Messiah standing here with my creation?
I must step forward and secure my redemption.
Twists and turns as it begins to start.
My creation lifts it's human heart.
And it cries, is this lies
or are my eyes deceiving me?
Flesh from bone, the dark unknown,
rising up to consigned posterity.
My creation takes full shape and flees with no surprise.
I hit the ground as I now realise, what I've become.
The last bit of hope with humanity I'll consume.
Thousands more will suffer as I am the harbinger of doom.
Here comes the harbinger of doom.
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Reality turns to glass.
Water hits against the shimmering pane.
Thought process broken down into shards.
Tiny pieces of agony.
I cannot hide. I cannot keep.
The trauma deep inside of me.
Wounds heal and come back again.
Born again like the phoenix.
The egg shell shattered.
Joy, love, hope, sorrow,
all produced the same tones.
Fear, hate, sadness, despair;
what I felt, I felt alone.
Covert and cryptic.
I reject the palms of fools hands.
Just saturated, no colours.
I reject all hues of this land.
With such hatred, such venom.
Sick of all this seething purity.
While feeding this black void;
fitting on the mask of obscurity.
I stand amongst the dirt, beside the river.
How few would venture out through the days of Winter.
In better times,
my eyes opened brighter.
Never forget how the waters gleamed.
My heart beat lighter.
From the river of our youth,
flows passion and disorder.
Follow the channel as it narrows,
losing its bloom and breath.
We are reaching the falls of death.
We feel the weight and the pull from its current.
We are trembling, we are shaking with its tide more rapid.
We are fearful, we are afraid of what is down below,
The great unknown.
I stand amongst the dirt, beside the river.
How few would venture out through the days of Winter.
A sadness pulls me towards the edge, to end my journey.
I will always remember and belong to this dark bleak December river.
I am the destroyer.
I am reality.
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The Threads Of Life
08:18
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Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
The tragedy of society, tears a hole inside
and it burrows.
Ripping out the needles and
tugging at the threads of my life.
I spent many hours, passing through,
wandering passages of my mind.
I kept repeating them and I kept reliving them.
Forever doomed to see that I...
I could never seal them up.
I could never heal them.
No.
Vows in ashes, devoid of faith.
Pledged to no one, a selfish trait.
A smile disguised, an act on show.
A veil of secrecy, a new low.
Funds turned to ashes that will never be restored.
Couldn't even help myself.
Toils of labour that will never be replaced.
Couldn't even help myself.
Stitch me up. Sow me back together.
So I can stand once again.
Stitch me up. Put me back together.
So I can stand once again.
Society drowns in high rise carbon steel.
Society chokes in tightly wrapped coffin beds.
Power plays filtered through a false narrative.
Black, white corrosion leaked upon the world, mixed up in
Dried blood, dried blood memories etching on the past.
The past repeated; the future forgotten.
The threads of life, picked me apart.
The threads of life, ripped me apart.
Embers start to fade,
once red flowers blooming towards the Sun.
Nothing left to trade or grow, all our resources,
are dried up, rotten, depleted, gone.
We ripped apart this world.
We ripped ourselves apart.
How many times have I stopped to lament?
We ripped apart this world.
We ripped ourselves apart.
How many times have I stopped in despair?
Seek out that last gush of living air
for these are my final words,
the last pointless words of man.
Failed hollow words, hear them echo, throughout the lands.
The last pointless words of man
are consigned to the poisoned winds of history.
I am forever cursed to be; the last one to see.
I am finally free of Red Barren Earth.
A curse that used to be; open your eyes it is me.
We are finally free of Red Barren Earth.
I am forever cursed to be; the last one to see.
I am finally free of Red Barren Earth.
A curse that used to be; open your eyes it is me.
We are finally free of Red Barren Earth.
The threads of life, picked me apart.
The threads of life, ripped me apart.
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Sonus Mortis Dublin, Ireland
Sonus Mortis from Celbridge, Ireland is a mix of death-doom with some melodic/symphonic black metal.
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