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Perenthia, holy city,
Foundations laid by astronomers.
Reflection of the firmament,
Reflection of the gods above.
Perenthia, monstrous city:
Howls of hidden children,
Three heads, six arms, from the cellars,
Locked by those who owed them love.
Perenthia, perfect city.
Which of these truths do we choose:
We are wrong and we know nothing,
Or this is the will of gods?
Perenthia, only city,
We are offered Hobson’s choice.
The system’s working as expected,
Guttural howls the single voice.
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Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the death which obliterates
Fear is the nightmare
Fear is the lie that leads to hate
So long, I know
Passes through if I let it go
Living in the dark inside my mind
I need a way out, so hard to find
No sign but a single tear
All I feel is unrelenting fear
Fear is the mind-ruler
Fear suffers none to take its place
Fear is the infiltrator
Never know it’s there til it’s too late
So long, I know
Passes through if I let it go
I need a way out, so hard to find
Living in the dark inside my mind
Trapped alone within a cell
Need to escape this burning hell
Living in the dark inside my mind
I need a way out, so hard to find
No sign but a single tear
All I feel is unrelenting fear
I will not fear
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Glory be to me
King of all I see
The shadows which are far
Lie beyond my realm
Something urges me
To take up conquest
What of my throne?
Will I lose it all?
Days are endless
This place
Lifeless
Cursed fate
Unmakes
Victory
Sanity
Eaten by some madness
Convincing me I am free
Forever subjugated
To something great and evil
My soul, condemned to cycle
In fate's eternal machine
I am a mad king
And I rule nothing
Clutched by terror
Dragged down
No crown
What will I be
Undead
No rest
As darkness envelops my eyes
I see the sleeping giant
One billion eyes upon the world
A hunger unfathomable
I return anew
Unslayable
Cosmic demon with tendrils infinite
Unending greed for our spirit
Only upon death do we see
This reaper of misery
Dreamweaver of decay,
The enemy we must slay
We are alive
Now we must rise
Return anew
Unslayable
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Staying strong
Through the years
Determined
To succeed
Ask yourself today
Is it getting me closer
Ask yourself tonight
Is it getting me closer
Soldier on
Like a beast
Casts aside
Naysayers
Ask yourself today
Is it getting me closer
Ask yourself tonight
Is it getting me closer
Drive it home
Drive it all the way
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Traveling through the thickets
Seeking refuge to a humble home
It seeks
Open thy doors, covered peasants
Smells of food and mead consume me
It will kill for this dream palace
slaughtering trolls is its specialty
Gut, strangle, de pulp, beheadings is what it lusts
For this it asks to stay in the empty abode
Vermin, maim them, burn them, destroy
Kill their children, aflame, destroyed
Don’t feel sorrow for the demons
Trolls, human’s, there’s no difference
Destroy the vermin….kill….
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Kvrv (UK) - Glitter
05:53
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The light of your face
In your show covered shadow
Go slow
Cold now
I’m close to the edge
It’s unbearable
The agony betrays me
Go
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Incubators made for men
That’s what you think the womb is
You say that it’s a gift from God
An excuse to own women
But your view is so shortsighted
You’ve burned the gift to dust
You’ve lined them up for the slaughter
In God we no longer trust
Women aren’t your property
And neither are trans men
Or any and all non-binary
It’s them we will defend
We wonder how this came to be
How we lose our rights so fast
But the answer to our present
Lies within our dismal past
A country built on rape
Enslaved Black women just to breed
White slave owners built this mess
We inherent their sick deeds
Women aren’t your property
And neither are trans men
Or any and all non-binary
It’s them we will defend
Women aren’t your property
And neither are trans men
Or any and all non-binary
It’s them we will defend
Fuck your fetus factory
We will fight to be free
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Living Wage
Violent fires
Open in the sky
The grounds got shit for brains
They represent us
We die for them
That’s the exchange we’ve made
Corruption
Pollution
Varying excuses
The passion
The meaning
The very movement
The world is on fire
It’ll swallow you whole
The words
And their meaning
Are being stripped away
By ugly fuckers in ties
Under serviced
Under paid
Fuck authority
Nothings changed
A living wage
Isn’t earned
A living wage
Isn’t paid
They keep us down
And afraid
We don’t deserve
To be frayed
This is something that you wont forget
Nuke the world with your selfishness
Just waiting to burn it down
But when its gone nothings lost or found
At the expense of your precious millions
Before your eyes you’ve become the villain
Strike right when the iron is hot
But you’re too late its already gone
Lobbyist pressure
Greedy wives
Co conspiring
For the crown
Idiot politicians
Conspiracy theorists
The circus lost its clowns
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Come and sit down
With us
Come and be here
With us
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe in
Breathe out again
Breathe your breath
As we circle the star
Raise up your hand
If you want to come out
Breathe your breath
As we circle the star
Raise up your hand
If you want to come out
Come down and sit here
Come down and be here
In this garden
Under the sky
Beneath the moon
With us
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Guided to damnation, a false prophecy foretold
A futile absolution, a fate carved in gold
To deny the sages, destroy our source of light
Bring an age of darkness, stay forever night
Witness betrayal before your eyes
See past your future, give way to blight
Beneath a dying sun, succumb to the cold
Landscapes of bodies festering in mold
We shall turn our backs to the sun's life
Forsaking our past, bleeding from the light
Burning our connection with the spirits of Gaia
Wretched lifeless carrion bestows fuel upon the pyre
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WAL (GER) - Sun
03:41
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It’s darkest before dawn
So they say
But I will hike through all
The wood myself
I will barely get a path
Without a light
But I will have to look
At the rising sun
At the golden sun
From up there, you know
Seeking my way, how
I cannot tell
Seeking on my own
I know I shall
Seeking my way, how
I cannot tell
Seeking on my own
I know
It’s darkest before dawn
So they say
But I will hike up all
The hill myself
I know that there's noone
To guide me through the brakes
I know that I must go there
On my own
Finding my way now
I can‘t explain
Finding on my own
I know I can
Finding my way now
I can't explain
Finding on my own
And now...
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Besna (SLOV) - Zverstvá
05:22
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Regal stag‘s antlers
Beneath a gluttonous gut, thick bristles of boar
ears and eyes of lynx
fierce points of light blazing through dark nights
foul stench as it reveals its fangs
drool running down its putrid jaw
a rabid beast broken by man
drooping gums, and the snout of hunting dogs
Beyond the tree line of a cursed land
Roars of wild creatures, faint muffled screams
Suddenly silenced, for we do not speak of those
For in a fairytale land there can be no misery
Regal stag antlers
Cast off by the beast with the changing autumn winds,
ears and eyes of lynx
old and no longer serving the beast
madness flowing through its veins
The stench of death follows behind
wretched human
drooping gums, and the character of a dog
While rabid beasts with gluttonous guts still feast
Don’t let history dissolve in the smoke
‘til rabid beasts are in prison cells locked
Beyond the tree line of a cursed land
Roars of wild creatures, faint muffled screams
Suddenly silenced, for we do not speak of those
For in a fairytale land there can be no misery
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Belief we have chosen to follow
We see the words aren't so hollow
Temple of death
Guiding to rest
Creed to which we must abide
An end shall come to all of life
Abhorrent undead
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
Orcus unclean will come to see to our demise
Sickening pantomime of false life we despise
Cleanse the undead to bring an order back to life
Natural death the creed to which we must abide
If we fail to stand hard and fast
The fear of what may come to pass
Hold fast your shield
Never to yield
Belief we have chosen to follow
We see that the words aren't so hollow
Temple of death
Guiding to rest
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Are you all in? All in closes copulating.
All threaded screws to get you repopulating
a choked engine of stupor and static.
These days;
may these days, as millstone collars, fail to drag us further down.
While lashed;
here while lashed to arsenic eating, sinking fast with leaden bones.
All hosts;
owning isn’t earning, it’s a wound open to sate the leech.
O, lust;
to gorge on endless blood, two thousand parasitic Billionaire
men.
With the workers bleeding, the horse is beaten.
God forbid that you should ever want a home.
“You’ll shine like a diamond when you’re down in the mine!”
And if there’s any whose eagerness
To trample beleaguered and
Deteriorated outpaces their empathy;
You’ll find a place in the ever-increasing;
The holds over hollow-eyed hands,
The flesh tearing flesh from the famished and failing;
The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst.
Crushing the heads of the last to be first.
Gallows humour on the all-scaffold;
all the world’s a stage on which the working class is hanged.
They say men are hanged while meat is hung,
but it’s apparent how the ones a-struggling, strung,
are seen; so much brawn swinging
from capital’s very beams.
WE ARE THE CULT OF WORK
WE ARE THE CULT OF LABOUR SOLD
WE ARE THE CULT OF WORK
WE ARE THE CULT OF SIPHONED GOLD
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Get ready for a fight
When those goblins start to bicker
I'll be there to set things right
With my sword retrieval
There's no better swordsman than me
In this dreary wasteland deathly arcade dream
So stand back and let me take charge
Of this quest to get that sword
I slyly enter the abandoned arcade
Heart racing as I think of the forbidden blade
There's no better swordsman than me
In this dreary wasteland deathly arcade dream
So stand back and let me take charge
Of this quest to get that sword
As I inch closer to the cabinet of tribulation
I can feel the eyes of the ghosts upon me
Sense their anger at my trespass
Sense their anger at my
I must succeed or the island will be lost
My hand trembles as I reach
With a left, right, up, down, it’s in my grasp
Now to face the goblins and end this nightmare at last
So stand back and let me take charge
Of this quest to wield that sword
Swing left and right attack the horde
The warrens unleashed like a thousand-year storm
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Gotta let'em go, gotta let'em drown,
Bury those fucking cunts six feet underground,
No one left alive, everybody dies,
Push my thumbs knuckle-deep in their fucking eyes.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Gotta let'em go, gotta let'em drown,
Bury those fucking cunts six feet underground,
No one left alive, everybody dies,
Push my thumbs knuckle-deep in their fucking eyes.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Knock'em down, watch'em fall, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em kill'em kill'em kill'em, kill'em all, kill'em all.
Kill'em all.
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Living your life in the past
Defeat never comes too fast
Worshiping what never was
Dying for a new lost cause
You may not yet be too lost
You can skirt the Devil's cost
No such thing as simpler times
Live in the now or get left behind
Images from history
Feed you lies through artistry
Homemaker wife and three kids
Breadwinner man, white picket fence
You may not yet be too lost
You can skirt the Devil's cost
No such thing as simpler times
Live in the now or get left behind
Get your head out of your ass
Traditions aren't meant to last
Slow to rouse but I believe
That you can change what you perceive
Walking anachronism
Head stuck in the clouds of deceit
Walking anachronism
Your blindness will be your own defeat
Shame!
Unto this elder propaganda
Filtered down through aeons
Used to infect new generations
Perverting the reality
Of so-called "better days"
When men were men
A fallacy
A smokescreen of niceties
Preventing the truth from being seen
Fanning the flames of identity
For a nation that has never been
Encouraging violent action
Against those who never meant you any harm
All because of some dark nostalgia
Brought to you in an atmosphere of wicked charm
Blood!
Is a meaningless indicator
You put so much faith into
Ascribing worth to what we all have
Killing your fellow man
For an outdated ideal
Of what it means to be
Borne of this land
Your suffering will be of your own making
As you learn for what you truly strive
A hell of your own creation
With your own hands you built a cage in which to die
A regime propped up on falsehoods
Where will you go when you yourself don't fit the mold
Nowhere to run from the gods that you erected
Trying to resurrect an empire of old
Walking anachronism
Walking anachronism
Walking anachronism
Walking anachronism
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29. |
Lamb (USA) - Requiem
03:24
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cut through the dog days
for laughs, at last
destitute all the same
aghast, outcast
please believe me
when i say my face is dry but i am fucking spent
brain washed and scoured
suffering lips in quiet hours
hospice through short reliefs
naive, for laughs
tongue twisting trickery
collapsed, entranced
cower in a fantasy
a pitiful sight, it never seems to be enough
brain washed and scoured
suffering lips in quiet hours
used as demonstration
novel and exotic
leading exhibition
enchanting and hypnotic
but what does it mean?
ponder ending on a high note
the constant effort to stay afloat
has gotten old and made its point
never ending echoes prophesy
an eternal process of demise
never ending echoes prophesy
an eternal process of demise
never ending echoes prophesy
an eternal process of demise
never ending echoes prophesy
an eternal process of demise
an eternal process of demise
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they shamble about, aimlessly
and voraciously lash out.
husks that slowly wither from routine to afford
the luxury of being dumped into graves.
they are not dead. but they can never truly live.
husks that slowly wither from routine to afford
the luxury of being dumped into graves.
they are not dead. but they can never truly live.
they shamble about, aimlessly
and voraciously lash out.
we have witnessed the decay.
shudder at the corpses walking in the light of day.
stay away. suffocated by their stench. drenched
in a miasma. fainting from the sight of their rotting
skin.
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