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2. What We Once Called Home

The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye
The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye
Lies killed the promised land, the light cuts us out, only to bring us,
To what we once called home, swallow this regret,
Humanity shall remain, swallow your obsession, new found force will shine.
This is a war, this is a war, this is a war, this is a war, WAR, this is a war.
You broke this promise, you can't trust me, this world was all full of lies.
You will choke on my life, you will choke this life.
You, you itch the nerve
You, you burned it down
You, lied
Swallow this regret, bitter days shall remain, swallow your obsession
New found pride shall shine, she won't hide, and she shall bury another sign
She won't hide!
You will choke on my life, you will choke on my life.
This is a war, this is a war, this is war, this is war, WAR! this is a .. war!

EP:doom

2. Entombment Of A Machine

It bleeds! It breathes!

What stands before us, is not a machine
It breathes, it will bleed and it will dream!

[Scream]

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.
and a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie
Only murmurs, collapse from its jaws.

And a world, a world without,
A world without you.

but I rise. the dead will pride
it breathes, beyond this life,

so sleep, sleep among us, hesitate no more

En....tomb-men....of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine)
We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us,
With only delayed movements, from its figure, we all begin to strain.

Entombment of a machine
Entombment of a machine

What stands before us is not a machine
What stands before us is not a machine

My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program,
This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive.
These circuits diffused once more.

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.

Only murmurs collapse from its Scream

Entombment of a Machine

But I saw It Die.
Buti saw it die
But I Saw It Dead.
But I saw It Die.
I saw it die
I Watched it DIE!

3. Relinquished

Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague,
time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place.
At the grips of her own hands

this woman carries her victims to their passing,
they hold back tight.
they hold back tight.

time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place.
this woman carries her victims to their passing,

For when this woman arches back her skin sheds from her bare limbs,
As their flesh, begins to pile, at their own feet
As their flesh begins to pile, at their own feet.

This disease continues to dilate as it immerses through the air,
Immerses through the air
she can no longer hide what she is.
what she is.
Contamination grows in the town where she lays
Contamination grows in the town where she lays
And where she sleeps

Her people before her beg only for forgiveness
Beg only for forgiveness
From their bare limbs
Her mouth stands open to convey
Swarms of plague
Their flesh piles at their feet
Their flesh piles at their feet
Their flesh piles at their feet

4. Knee Deep

His landscape has been scorned with death.
Once a city now laid to ash.

A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side.

Chased away, consumed from his fixations.
This man's life went down in flames.
Chased away from what he's created.
His hunger grows
There is no end to this life of fixations.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell.
He will remain a walking corpse as his legs will move forward
For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave
(more of) (the blood) (he seeks).
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son.

A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side

When buried his tomb will breathe.
His hands will rise from his shallow grave.

Begging only for sleep.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, I�ve saved you a seat in hell.
He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son.
He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son

5. The Rising Tide

Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide.

Attachment.
They drift against a now reddened sea.
These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose.
Dozens buried at sea, they swim in their graves.
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment,
the tide rises, the tide breaks.
Once again you�ve proven yourself to weak for this attachment.
The tide rises(hold) the tide breaks(hold)
As these waters blush
Their bodies decompose,
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
I hope I have made my last point,

The tide rises
You've proven yourself to be weak for attachment
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
Breaks
They�ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They�ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
They�ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They�ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now
They�ve proved themselves to weak for this attachment.
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6. Suspended By The Throat

Goodbye,
I'll mend your loss.

Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
Process
Your ashes and embers will light up the skies.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
In process of,
Your Suspending.
Take My Hands,
You'll be burned before their eyes.
You'll be burned before their eyes.

So let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...

What more does it take,
To see your death?
What more must be done,
To see you dead?
Suspended
Suspended

Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.
Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.
Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.

What more can it take,
To see your death?
What more must be done,
To see you hung?

Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
No more.
Just die.

Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die
Suspended by the throat.

7. Entities

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Hell stands still with an empty throne,
with an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord.
Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin which only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch.

Hundreds upon the thousands consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality.

Over and over repeatedly this relentless process
Thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other completely motionless.

Over again.

These thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other, all over each other completely motionless.

Hell stands still with an empty throne,
Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin
They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains.

Depart from their dismantled remains, far from its eternal home this demon stand over my crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired lungs and spreads my ribs wide open, this cancer now inhabits my chest in complete dormancy.
I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs, my body turns cold, my organs shut down.

album:genesis

1. Bearing The Serpent's Lamb

This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body.
Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat.
Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift.
Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child.
A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb.

Bearing a bastard child.
Bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord.
Bearing the serpent's lamb.
Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak.
Staying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body starts to contract, she mutters one conclusive, crowning breath.
"Why would such a God allow such deep evil? Theodicy!"

The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life.
Her chest lay open, a gaping wound revealing the damage left inside.
Her own body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internally.
This orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother - only to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the Antichrist.

2. Reduced To Mere Filth

Over time in a world where religion has dispersed,
modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate,
with empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws -
all accepting everything in its deceitful print.

They pursue to interpret these pages to gather aspiration and formulated belief.
Their community now only falls from expanding socialism - a divided population, disposed.
One half putting their gods to rest now to only praise the antagonist against of what they once worshipped,
his words cradle his followers -
while the other half being sealed out of the world they once knew out of pure ignorance.

Knowing their fate, they absolve to relinquish themselves.
Hundreds, mass upon thousands take on religious suicide.
A religious populace reduced to mere filth

3. Altered From Catechization

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation,
spreading his gospel among millions.
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader,
a flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization,
manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm,
consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs.

As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms,
garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident.
[? ]A lucrative piece of propaganda [?]
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler.
[?]
One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation,
ordered to butcher the existence of anything remotely contrary,
almost as a re-occurrence of times past.
All previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone,
having their own corresponding image of God through their own incoherent reflection.

5. Embedded

An incision leads to the future of the new world -
a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.

In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.
In a new world with suppressing technology.
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh.
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital.

Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net -
a conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom.
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object.
Fragments of ash flow through the atmosphere's currents,
onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demon's solution, a new world order.

6. Strings Of Hypocrisy

As if this country was reborn, birthed and raised in monarchy,
cracked open from its adolescent and fully disfigured shell.
A throne sits in the center of government buildings,
with a ruler imposing his people to administer his demands.

Elections over-weighed from the unmindful and incompetent herds of the illiterate -
an interbred nation suspended from strings of hypocrisy.
Eventually to strengthen at the roots from the predominant union,
held from the palms of their fraudulent and expanding overlord.

For the wrath of God has been placed in his power.
He cast warefare over the kindred, his military actions compose eradication and genocide on the holy and sacred.
A cloak hides the identity of this leading politician.
His speech distorts his terminological inexactitude.
He remains remorseless toward his ongoing success in his fabricated image amongst this crumbling nation,
unaided possessing the entire world within his palms.

7. Martyrdom Unsealed

The sound of trumpets throughout the world.
Advocates lean before the demon's son.
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape.
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers as the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence.

A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets.
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed.
The earth cracks open, revealing a vast chasm, an exposed cavity of earth.
Hell spills onto human world soil, demons ascend from the subsurface.

Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprived and desolate.
Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment.
The new lord takes his throne.
Aroma of the end spreads through the sky.
The numbers within his kingdom diminish.
The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secures their safe being.
Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved.

9. The Divine Falsehood

I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea and I watched a serpent rise from its depths.
Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving.
Its perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy,
all dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this form of a single demon
whose names are not written in ink or blood in the book of the life of the lamb.
Shal be slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world.

10. Coalescing Prophecy

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated God.
His men and women all carry a sacrament of his number.
These followers with their morality of conscionable age have left behind the sign of the cross and redemption.
They have mindlessly chosen the path of social standards.
The path of conformity, with the mark of eternal damnation.

"Fall on us and hide us from the face of Him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb!
For the great day of their wrath has come!"

The sixth forewarning trumpet sirens,
following the demonic armies that surface from the open wounds of earth.
They march toward bloodshed and warfare against humanity,
the limbs and remains from the carcass of man extend across open land.
These once depleted seas and rivers now flourish with the fluids and the bones of conforming followers.
Future existent worlds coalesce into one.