1. |
Crown of Flies
03:48
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I spread my pestilence
Phlegm from a liar’s tongue
You hang on every word
Choke to death in an iron lung
I don a gilded mantle
Murderer in disguise
Atop my haggard head
I wear a crown of flies
You suffer endless days
Idle in isolation
I profit from your pain
Fed fat on your starvation
I don a gilded mantle
Murderer in disguise
Atop my haggard head
I wear a crown of flies
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2. |
Scryers of the Smoke
06:14
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In cryptic visions
I see through the haze
The future’s written
By this pungent blaze
Now, from the smoke emerge
My eyes are burning, red
A deadly warning
Is seared inside my head
Abandon hope
Abandon hope
Speak the scryers
Of the smoke
Abandon hope
Abandon hope
See beyond the clouds
The reaper’s grinning face
His laughter echoes
Throughout endless space
Now Earth is in Death’s grip
Our planet turned to graves
Civilization
Gone without a trace
Abandon hope
Abandon hope
Speak the scryers
Of the smoke
Abandon hope
Abandon hope
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3. |
Cestoda
06:07
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Hunger grows
Infinitely
I eat and eat
Insatiably
Hunger blinds
Consumption kills
And yet I’ll never
Eat my fill
Now I know
It's time to die
Gluttony
The host sucked dry
And no one mourns
Dead parasites
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4. |
Consume the Remains
04:29
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Entombed in tar
Titanosaur
Eons transformed
Bones turned to sludge
Flesh gone to filth
Putrescent oil
No corpses left
Exhumed from muck
Harvest decay
Consume
Remains
Consume
Consume
Remains
Consume
Soot blackened sky
Scorched centuries
From poison pyres
Annihilate
Glutton of death
Vile necrophage
In barren earth
Time starts to rot
The light’s been snuffed
Consume
Remains
Consume
Consume
Remains
Consume
Broken, and starved
Extinction looms
Anthropocene
The charred dry sphere
In idle orbit
Dessicated
The gorging hordes
Starvation pains
Scream to the void
Consume
Remains
Consume
Consume
Remains
Consume
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5. |
Destroy the Myths
04:19
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Today we ride into battle
Our fight is righteous and true
The enemy’s reign will be over
Friends, you know what to do
We’ll leave their fortress in ashes
Laugh as they weep to their gods
We'll rain death on the bastards
Our faces red with their blood
We’ve fought this war all our lives
I think it’s time that we win
So steady your nerves
And let the bloodshed begin
Destroy the myths of their fathers
Erase the family name
Tear down their false idols
Leave their banners in flames
Destroy the myths of their fathers
Erase the family name
Tear down their false idols
Make sure nothing remains
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6. |
Bring Out Your Dead
10:38
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