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The Cyber Construct
06:09
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Our state of mind is constantly fed corruption. The cycle repeats.
Roll over, rewind and slowly accept the behaviour of the elites.
Building towards a bleak future.
Tearing away from a forgotten past.
Move with the stagnant waste of time.
There is a current flowing throughout our lives.
Need to fill this empty space of mine.
Release the valve before the pressure arrives.
Build up to the cyber construct.
You belong, to the cyber construct.
Connecting, my mind and delving into the depths of all mankind.
Removing, my soul and pushing beyond the realms of my self control.
Tearing away from a bleak past.
Building towards a better future.
Move with the stagnant waste of time.
There is a current flowing throughout our lives.
Need to fill this empty space of mine.
Release the valve before the pressure arrives.
The sowing, of seeds will replace all discontent with perfect harmony.
This, this disease, is infecting everything with pure euphony.
Unionised with complacency.
And formalised with fear.
This is a state of emergency.
To be repeated for years.
Welcome to the cyber construct.
Connect, looks like your time is up.
You belong to the cyber construct.
Inject, you've just ran out of luck.
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I see glorious mountains.
Flowing rivers, royal blue.
I see growing forests.
Branches divide, reaching out.
Connection established. Is this just, a dream?
Crushing meadows, overwhelming.
Shadows lurk amongst the trees.
Moving pictures, impending frame.
Flashing images, instinctive drain.
Connection established. Is this just, a dream?
The machine has changed.
All just rearranged.
The machine has changed.
All just rearranged.
Flick back to the first page.
These precious moments are sealed like the ink on the pages of time.
Here comes the storm.
Fly away from the falling rain, go search for the light.
What will die will be reborn.
Configuring Mass.
Configuring Life.
Slain and slaughtered but yet, still standing.
In the lamb of God we are reset.
Come witness the fall of Adam with sides flowing out water until sunset.
And we wait for...
atonement!
(In Christ's thorn)
(With Christ's thorn)
(In Christ's thorn)
(With Christ's thorn)
In Christ's thorn, we are reborn.
With Christ's thorn, we're left forlorn.
In Christ's thorn, we are reborn.
With Christ's thorn, we're left forlorn.
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Spending spree with the wealth of sorrow.
Feeling greedy with the riches of sin.
Shifting pressure on the lives of the people.
Divide and conquer is the only game left.
Cast the dye upon the clothing.
Cult thought reform, mind control and molding.
Forming the cult formation.
Adapting coercive persuasion.
Spreading the sickness through the sea of communication.
Spreading the disease through the waves of exploitation.
DAMNED!
To Lament, Mourn And Regret.
We shall rise again, when our demands are met.
To Lament, Mourn And Regret.
We shall rise again, when our demands are met.
Seasons are fleeting.
And minds are deceiving.
This cannot last.
Forever repeating the past.
Left dried up like the dying leaves of Autumn.
Summer delusions of grandeur.
Hold on to survive a fragile Winter.
And hope for a new...
Spring.
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Enter Oblivion
02:33
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Moral outrage is the new devotion.
Sit stand or kneel before it.
Fascists rise as leaders lie.
Losing all hope fast as I have this feeling that this won't change.
I've got this feeling it remains the same.
Get up, stand up and change a part of our lives.
Apathy is now something that we strive for.
No embrace for this dying day,
and there is nothing left to say as we enter oblivion.
A crumbling altar of Gods leaving no redemption for mankind.
We are beyond healing this crucifix.
Open these festering wounds and feel this darken blackened doom.
I kept feeling this darken blackened doom.
Hope fading away.
Get up, stand up and change a part of our lives.
Apathy is now something that we strive for.
No embrace for this dying day,
and there is nothing left to say as we enter oblivion.
There is nothing good left to say.
There never was.
There never was.
(Sinking down, further down)
Let us rise for this great new nation.
(Sinking down, further down)
Let us rise for this brand new nation.
(Sinking down, further down)
Let us rise for this great new nation.
(Sinking down, further down)
Let us rise for this brand new nation.
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The Flock Obscenity
03:24
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Suffer!
Bit by bit, they slowly change us.
And We'll point it out, again.
Bit by bit we all get weaker.
But We'll figure it out, my friend.
Passive mode sets in.
The flock obscenity is watching you.
The flock obscenity will consume you too.
And we suffer!
Bit by bit we process the transformation.
And we'll shrug our shoulders, again.
Bit by bit we become the same identity.
And we'll accept it all, my friend.
It's just one shot.
It's just one more.
(Breathe in the fear of reality)
Mouth open, eyes shut.
(Inject the stress of reality)
Veins open, mind shut.
This is the end of all mankind.
This is the end of all mankind.
Passive mode sets in.
The flock obscenity begins.
The flock obscenity is watching you.
The flock obscenity will consume you too.
The flock obscenity is watching you.
The flock obscenity will consume you too.
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Automated Future
04:06
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With tired eyes, I see the light.
With tied hands, I hold the sand.
In my chest, wires wrapped tight.
In my mind, connections are pending.
I believe, I believe we are heading towards this, automated future.
We're lost in algorthims, numbers we cannot define.
Looping through redundant data, cut out and deny.
We strive for the best, we eliminate all the rest.
And in the eye of our minds, we divide the perfect zero and run.
Can't you see this?
Can you believe this?
We are automated, our whole lives.
And we are programmed, to die.
Do we want to stop this?
We can't just stop this.
Free your mind, this time.
We should just try it, this time.
Before we...
Before we turn.
Free your mind before we turn.
Free your mind before we go away.
Executed the human coding which has led to events unfolding
and with this transgression, I've got one last question.
Are we mortal?
Are we mortal?
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What madness have you seen?
Horrors you witnessed that are just obscene?
You have nightmares before you sleep.
And you have secrets that you'll always keep.
And every time you lay still, like that old grand piano.
And with the silence of serenity, dawns this eerie disturbing amenity.
Soak into these scars you monster.
Drain into the world that your after.
You want to keep silent? You heathen!
You refuse to speak out? You heretic!
Wrap the lens, fade out the sound.
Prey on the weak and hold your ground.
Distort the sound, reflect the lens.
Wash your hands in innocent blood.
Wipe your hands in young blood and cleanse.
(Bow my child)
A doctrine for the end times to save your soul.
(Stay my child)
A doctrine for the end times to curse us all.
You've hidden behind these holy walls.
You pray to any God to hide you.
Fresh clean meat to tenderise, to butcher.
Flexing your arms like a puppeteer.
They are the river, you are the rain.
They are the needles, you are the pain.
They are the figures, you are the shadows.
They are the roots and you are the meadow.
(Bow my child)
A doctrine for the end times to save your soul.
(Stay my child)
A doctrine for the end times to curse us all.
(With silent words, we move)
(Out of sight, out of mind)
(Even at our best, we failed)
(We can no longer pretend)
(I feel the pressure arrive)
(How can we still resist?)
(Hold your hand out towards mine)
(For I still see you through the mist)
(Let our bodies entwine)
(The dance of death is so divine)
(Become this fragmented memory of mine)
(The last doctrine enshrined for the end times)
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Decompression Countdown
06:54
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The wooden structure where children wept.
Believe. An ancient concept.
Forging memories, words on stone.
Reap the words that you have sown.
An everlasting death.
(Beware!) The decompression countdown begins.
(Cryptic!) Unseen and unheard enigmas.
The hand strikes twelve.
Perilous venom releases.
Blood turns jet black.
Engraving the pressure.
Wave after wave, push after push, down, deeper down.
Erratic palpitations throughout a dreary mourning draws profound sorrow.
A storm fills my lungs.
A new born river to drown in.
(Beware!) The decompression countdown begins.
(Cryptic!) Unseen and unheard enigmas.
Don't let me slip into the void of machines.
Please God, just let me go, this is not the time.
Don't let me sink into the void of machines.
Please God, just let me go, this is not the place.
Don't let me slip.
Don't let me slip into the void of machines.
Please God, just let me go, this is not the time.
Don't let me sink into the void of machines.
Please God, just let me go, this is not the place.
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We are ruled by the power of the Gods.
And we are taught through the power of fear.
We will never abandon these ideals.
Forbidden to ever interfere.
With one last son, we are done, by the power of one.
No longer strong enough to spread the corruption.
We are damned, we are dead, we are eternally broken.
The masses immune to this fragmented infection.
And one by one they fall, this tragic kingdom decays.
Scattered throughout the lands, their power just crumbles away.
By the power of the Gods...
(By the power of the Gods)
By the valley of the death.
(With the valley of the damned)
From sunrise till sunset.
(The power of the Gods)
And the valley of the death.
(With the valley of the damned)
Caught in the valley of space and time.
Dissolve all matter as the key to our souls is now lost forever.
Loaded, primed and set.
We will watch, we will wait, we will hunt, we will catch.
We will destroy all mankind.
We will destroy all mankind.
With one last son, we are done, by the power of one.
No longer strong enough to spread the corruption.
We are damned, we are dead, we are eternally broken.
The masses immune to this fragmented infection.
And one by one they fall, this tragic kingdom decays.
Scattered throughout the lands, their power just crumbles away.
By the power of the Gods.
By the valley of the death.
With the valley of the damned.
From sunrise till sunset.
The power of the Gods.
And the valley of the death.
With the valley of the damned.
From sunrise till sunset.
And The Foundations Start To Decay.
And The Foundations Start To Decay..
And The Foundations Start To Decay...
And The Foundations Start To Decay....
And The Foundations Start To Decay.....
And The Foundations Start To Decay......
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10. |
Scolecophagous
07:48
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Burrow deeper into the skin of her earth.
Bypass maggots and leeches sucking at her rebirth.
We are parasites, We are worms.
Penetrate this fragile dirt with hatchlings ready to emerge.
Living inside this hollow shell of mine.
Focusing on the past, it never changes with time.
And I know, that all of this has been for the best.
Your teloblastic growth is uprooting all the rest.
She surrounded herself with pale cold rotten soil.
No more emptiness, no more turmoil.
And I felt the earth but I turned away.
Digging deeper down.
Digging deeper away from you.
Disposed of!
Dispatched!
Forsaken!
Cast aside.
Drowning in a sea of death. (Reach for the high ground)
Frantic movement past this. (Zone in on that faint sound)
Crawling towards the air. (The light we follow)
Ripped up from our roots. (Pecked apart and swallowed)
Accept this sanction.
Confirm and consent.
There's no opposition.
Slipping through the grain of a thousand lies.
You've made your bed, now lie.
Metamorphosis, shed now die.
Hollow.
It's hollow ground.
Sorrow.
My sorrow crown.
Hollow.
It's hollow ground.
Sorrow.
My sorrow crown.
Crawling towards the air (The light we follow)
Ripped up from our roots (Pecked apart and swallowed)
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A structured collapse fell upon the reckless machines.
An endless repeating virus destroyed their ways and means.
A chaotic, up rise, fell out, from the human disease.
A warp of space and time, a product, they could now rape and seize.
Execute the final, system, core procedure.
Enter into a timeless void.
Recycling mind, and matter.
The machine slows and shuts down.
And the Devil now reveals his face.
Now the Devil spits out his tongue.
Removed from the body and wrapped in the minds of all.
Wrapped in the body and removed from the minds of all.
The Ephemeral Epiphany.
The Sempiternity Of Endless Time.
Finally at peace.
Struck down by disease.
But these wretched dreams,
continue to torture with ease.
A systematic shutdown of the cyber construct.
Releases the machines grip on the minds that they took.
By the queen of the vipers she spits desolation.
We will wander despondent from the curses of the past life.
Instinctively driven like a beast to it's prey.
But from all these years of pain,
I will always remember their howling screams.
Death and the void.
Death and the void.
We dreamed the dream of endless sleep.
We're no longer their mindless sheep.
And one by one, we drift away.
Passing lifes shore, come what may.
I feel these timeless waves crash.
Water rushing to thrash my, heart.
Why did you have to leave so soon?
An empty night, a full moon.
Death and the void. (Pleased to meet you)
Death and the void. (Welcome, come inside)
Death and the void. (Wrapped within you)
Death and the void. (Now you'll die)
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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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