Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb No clockwork orange The doom watch ticks There's n
Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements sc
I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it's getting exhausting. Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking. I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I'm missing. Each day, I lay awake. Empty Inside lookin
Multifarious carnage Meretriciously internecine Sublime enmangling steelbath Of escheated atrocities Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped... Regnant fleshpiles The dead regorged Osculatory maje
Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide eternal Black star, five pointed coal Black star, the cosmic soul Shining opaque, celestial furnace Glittering dark, a sun in mourn
Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid Firmhand - unnatural selection is applied Firmhand - the final solution, eugenocide Hate is the law, love under will Hate is th
Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attraction I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the middle man And go to hell I've sold my soul, so when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell Go t
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne Of repression and guil
Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology - self delusion Revisionism is the future So let's hail the same old dawn Kneel before the same old order You're no kings - only pawns You'
The threads of global fabric are untied The role of the western free world is in decline Still free to consume, free to breathe Free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on