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Remnants of life cascading in putrefied glory
Machine made of boneshards knotted together with twine
Horrific industry, monstrous confession of the kneelers
Swaying beneath curtains of flesh
Odious miasma of prayer, vile animus
Pneumatic stench, chittering maw
A thousand limbs to ply a thousand million graves
Reanimation of a dead world
Biomechanization unleashed upon the looms
Corporate necrophilia and coffin sodomy
Grotesque phallus, a cathedral spire
Traumatic insemination of necrotic womb
Uturum mundi mortuus est
Ex industria revocatus
Uterum mundi foedum est
Ex christo revocatus
Vile the new flesh
Sculpted wax beneath the twisted hands of a new god
Remaking of the world
Machine religion, worship aggregated corpse
The devouring tendrils spread and consume
Harbinger of carceral flesh
Unmaking the past to its ossified foundations
Spiritus cancerati omnem animam cepit
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Apocalypse Pornography
04:43
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Cerberus, bring forth the sinews of the light
Typhon, hold fast your lawless appetite
Knowledge, cast out the gnawing parasites
A feast for those who died, a rite for those alive
Captivating cascade of catastrophic cause
Document the nightmare, into the walls she scrawls
"I was but a nightingale, a vesper held in thrall
The cities all will fall, in trance I've seen it all"
Venom of worship, fires of God
Limbs will be broken, faces will be awed
Children will starve, industry will rust
Sing the praise of praises as your worship turns to dust
Contemplate terror
Contemplate death
They mean to put out the light of Satan with their mouths,
but Satan is God's perfect light, though the devout detest
it.
Open the mouth
Open the eyes
Sever the lamb
Worship the light
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Maggotswarm
04:41
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A weltering abscess in the heart of faith
Breeds red-capped maggots
To feast on the necrotic flesh
Of the phantasmal world
Gibbering mouths
To slurp the fecal effluvia
Severed tongues on puppet strings
Dancing in ludicrous display
Severed hands aloft on spears
Rotten fingers grasping at air
Severed heads, no eyes to see
The waste and devastation they have wrought
A weltering abscess in the heart of faith
The living made to serve the dead
A commandant of vile rape
Azure flag of cowardice and failure
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Vestigial Cairn
03:06
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Plaster and concrete
Eroded majesty of God
Reminder of our mortality
Where grandeur stood now stands our frailty
Pillars and arches
Once-glorious abode of the divine
Now a shell of its former self
A haunting reminder of past splendour
Deus sanctus cinerum
Deus sanctus decoris
Deus sanctus ruinarum
Deus sanctus decoris
Ashes of faith
Sanctuaries now waste
Necromantic theophany
Descent into the grave of God
Nullity the rheum of holy decay
Liquifaction of the host
Monumental putrefaction
Din of flies, a symphony for the new earth
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Slaughtertrance
03:29
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Limbs cracked in rapture
Children of the blight
Whirling ever faster
Dance into the light
Faces of the eyeless
Faith has made them blind
Feasting on the ripe flesh
Breaking through the ice
Heretic, cast among the flock
Wearing thin, voices of the mob
Smoking screams, bull is cast of bronze
Groaning beast, desiccate the crop
Bane of fate, cutting down the trees
Craving pain, bring them to their knees
Halting voice, cracking of the whip
Scorching noise, fool of Nazareth
Meat on the slab, cover the eyes
Sever the hands, guttural whine
Cut from the flesh, the body of Christ
Blood of the lamb, blood on the scythe
The remnant purity is a nauseating glare.
Set then the children of Satan to its extinguishing,
drawing the mists of night into a burning world,
celebrating an eternity of dusk.
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Glaive of Severance
04:23
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Blade like the crescent of the moon
Blade, blood and rust, falling weight
Blade, severs light into shards
Pierce the eyes, vitriol of red
Sever spine, disconnect the head
Sever life, victims of the blight
Sever hope, worship of the blade
Germinating arborescent mind
Draw the fires from the well
Stoke the furnace, feeding skulls
Raising the banner of death
Callous and empty within
Shivering pigs in the frost
Feeding on tripe at the trough
Flesh of the world is covered in shit
Virus of mind and of thought
Eats its way into the spine
Taking its hold, taking control
The heart is dead, the mind is empty
The blood is thick, the mind is empty
The flag is high, the mind is empty
The guns are hot, the mind is empty
The fire of God, the world is empty
A flaming cross, the soul is empty
The cities burn, the eyes are empty
Consumed in flame, the mind is empty
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Purgation Oath
02:32
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I extrude the vile flux of the new flesh
I vomit out the voices of severed heads
I scarify the cancerous machine growths
I plane the moss of a hollow era
I excavate the petrified enclaves of thought
I bore into the cavities of ossified time
I revenge against a monstrous mechanization
I compel my bones to pierce the world
I rack the cities over the embers of their sallow faith
Bleached grass grows in the hollows and cracks in the pavement
Driftwood shrines mark the graves of forests
Shards of cement wind-blown scathe and excoriate
Abrading the remnants into primordial sand
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Salvage Gnosis
05:11
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Pyramid of rust
Mass disaggregation
Seek the mother
Interface with final death
Sideload the eschaton
Deconstruct the end
The semblance falls away
All is revealed
Dissembly into starving noise
Silence of billions dead
All that remains
Pyramids of rust
All the horror salvaged from the voice of ruin
All the ages coalesce upon our tomb
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Surgical Dominion
06:27
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A mouth open towards the light
A fire blazing at a distance
Scalpel in hand to cut through flesh
Manipulation of life
Deific reshaping of mortal form
Shining light of knowledge
Umbral transformation
A new shape to better fit our chains
Traumatic colonization of the body
By copper thread
Baleful transformation
Pragmatic synthesis into machine golem
Convalescent epistemology
They are fully known
In each and every thought and feeling
And the entirety of their being
Known and made to suffer
Known and made to serve
Known and made to starve
Known and made to sin
Wires beneath the skin
The scalpel reveals them in its work
Bright plastic colors and wet red blood
Mutated into forced adaptation
The machine transforms us in its work
Servant minds produce and cultivate their own desires
Offering them up as firstborn
Eyes beneath the skin
An inward panopticon
Its tower the ajna
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