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Insurrection
04:00
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Too long I have cowered
I have become a slave
To my own thoughts
I must conquer myself
I am the hand of plague
I am the anger poured out
I am the scion of resolve
The insurrection
I am the birth of violence
I am the hungry gaze
I am the soul’s unrest
I am my destruction
Beaten down in fury
Taken what was once mine
I am consumed and spent
I have been subdued
Plagued always with doubts
Bruised and broken by chains
Freedom’s taste forgotten
I am a prisoner
I am the hand of plague
I am the anger poured out
I am the scion of resolve
The insurrection
I am the birth of violence
I am the hungry gaze
I am the soul’s unrest
I am my destruction
Begging now before me
Captors that once I feared
Now their teeth are broken
Their cruelties repaid
Breaking out of confinement
Bursting out of this tomb
Desolate my jailers
Now I arise to kill again
I’m the insurrection
I’m the insurrection
These chains no longer bind
As shadows they melt away
These walls that withheld the truth
Shall fall into decay
Silenced no more I must speak
Condemn those that earn death
I have pledged to destroy the dross
Shake off the controlling grasp of all tyrants
Too long I have cowered
I have become a slave
To my own thoughts
Set free from control
Trackless and unburdened
Now I conquer myself
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And All Flesh
04:39
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I am not conditioned. I still feel pain
Of a thousand knives in my flesh
Hanging from the meat covered walls
Skin stretched tight caught in hooks
Freezing beneath northern skies
Burning at the touch of flame
Tasting fetid sickening smoke
Hear the beast that calls my name
Prisoner and captive of a failing war
I am condemned to die
There’s no escape from this scene of my demise
Here nailed upon these walls
Freezing beneath northern skies
Hear the beast that calls my name
The cold embrace of decaying hands
Grasp my body once again
Putrid breath from cadaverous mouth
Bathe my wounds in its filth
Stripped of my footings
The foundation of my soul is upended
Deluded by pain and
By the concept of mankind’s demise
I draw forth the beast
That resides deep within my heart
I unleash the soulless haunted scathing
Fury from within me
Freezing beneath northern skies
Burning at the touch of flame
Tasting fetid sweet the scent of death
Hanging caught by hooks in my flesh
Smell the rotting odour of war
Hear the beast that calls my name
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On A Bloodied Cross
04:58
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Treacherous villain condemned to die alone
Hangs caught between the earth and sky
Blazing hatred deep within his breast
Spewing venom
Yet the beast who must attend his death
Rails not against the driven spikes
The cost of life is that one must die
Sacrifice
Drive steel through my hands
Force it through my feet
Cut me deep with knife-edge
The pain is my balm
Taunt me make me stronger
Mock me set my resolve
Kill me slow with torment
The pain is my balm
Take not away this grief
It enshrines resolve
Withhold not your abuse
It brings fortitude
Cease not the endless mocking
For I draw from it strength
To draw forth the beast within
To set free the beast within
A mind torn in two
Half shrinks and balks
The other stands in spite
Firm against injustice
Only through this death
Can freedom truly reign
And set this prisoner free
To taste once again the blood of my enemies
The beast that bears my name
Comforts me in death
Knowing it will rise
To take control and
Reanimate the soul
Reenergize the man
Renew all of him
Become one with me and become all of me
As I await the end
This scene is emblazoned
Upon my dying mind
Imprinted upon the soul that will become the beast
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4. |
Ours the Grave
03:16
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Habit rules the
Hearts of all men
Confining force
Past to future
Nothing as sure
As a man’s heart
Bound in his ways
Slavery
Wandering the tracks
Of blind custom
Men are not free
Enslaved
Part of the herd
Bleating its song
Bound by the past
All futures set
Cast off the chains that confine
Set free of custom that binds
To be reborn one must pledge
Murder of who one once was
Part of the herd
To be reborn we must
Bleating its song
Pledge to murder ourselves
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5. |
Perfection in Death
04:30
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Serene ecstasy
The most beautiful is most terrible
Euphoric reverie
Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror
Grasped by the profound
Death cult
Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime
Each nail a blissful stupor
Each thorn the deepest delight
An inversion of values
The most treasured, the most revered
Becomes the archetype of beauty
And all others pale by compare
The moribund tempts with sweet elixir
And death becomes both pleasure and pain
I am enraptured in gory allure
I am become a lover of pain
Oh let me taste again of the flesh of God
Oh let me run my hands along crimson scars
Oh let me see again the thorns buried deep
Oh let me hear again the gasping shallow breath
Come and taste flesh from the dying God
Come and feel the flowing crimson scars
Come and see the embedded thorny crown
Come and listen to breath that whispers sweet
Serene ecstasy
The most beautiful is most terrible
Euphoric reverie
Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror
Grasped by the profound
Death cult
Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime
An inversion of values
The most treasured, the most revered
Becomes the archetype of beauty
And all others pale by compare
I am enraptured in gory allure
I am enthralled with the disfigured
I am become a lover of pain
Perfect beauty the death of God
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Enslaved by Depravity
04:27
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This shard of glass reflects only poorly
The terror that I have become
Its razor edge elicits longing
Beckons of release from pain
The memories are a plague to me
My regret destroys respite
Ghostly figures accuse me of my sin
And no release can there be
Offering confidence
Offering certainty
Offering complete total sleep
No choice remains
Driven unto murder
Consumed with a burning rage
That makes me stronger
It gives me purpose
A captive bound to serve and die
I am the beast that does its bidding
I am the monster I abhor
I sanctioned death. Yet I’m the instrument
Fulfilling the will of others
Offering confidence
Offering certainty
Offering complete total sleep
Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake
Now in my pain a deep remorse
For what I’ve done
Bathe now my wounds my love
Rest my head on your hate
I taste your blood on your lips
The crimson of my regret
Now in my cell I pray for death
Now that my mind is awake
Now in my pain a deep remorse
This shard of glass finds my flesh
No more confidence
No more certainty
Only exhilarating freedom
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7. |
Underworld
03:43
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On the left hand of the throne of disease
I lick the wounds of the leper king
The stench of his carcass reaches to the sky
Ever dying yet never dead
Ignorance is a putrefying fire
Yet in these realms the old order dies
Creatures create weapons of flesh
Raised from the darkness and from the shadow play
Dancing figures can hold no sway
Gaining release from the murky depths
We denizens of dark bask now in noonday
Casting off this sickly coil
Awakening to a new dawn
Embracing intoxicating wisdom
Finding treasures long forgotten
Sweet Sophia be my guide
Lead me from this shallow grave
Let me come and taste the light
And shake off all earthly care
Once awakened there can be no return
Dancing shadows lose appeal
Casting off this sickly coil
Awakening to a new dawn
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8. |
Forgotten Temples
04:59
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The altar stands before me now
Familiar stones cry out my name
Beckoning me to draw myself near
Tempting me with the lust of my youth
Thoughts resigned to the past
Resurface now elicit only pain
The fervour that once filled my heart
That broke me and drove me insane
Their faces now haunt my every thought
Passion and manipulated youth
A debt that can never be paid
And I was the willful pawn
These hands that grasped for the truth
Were given dire wormwood instead
This mind that sought only peace
Became an engine of war
I became the grinding death
An instrument of deceit
Filled with a passionate rage
The mask I wore became me
I am not what I once thought I was
I am not who I once thought I was
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No greater tyranny can there be
Than slave over slave
The acrid taste is bittersweet
To cast off shackles
And gain liberty
To love one’s enemy is easy
When the enemy is guised as a friend
I refuse to submit once again
To the whelming gaze
No more tyranny
Now I stand outside
Trackless and unburdened
Now I declare
The scales have fallen away
Once awakened you cannot return
The dancing shadows lose appeal
When passionate stupor becomes broken
The old ways can bring no peace
As knowledge quickens
The soul unto wisdom
It raises the slave
Out of the herd
No greater love has any man but this
That the machines of tyranny he will destroy
Those made to beat the soul to serve
Mechanisms that captive and blind in slavery
The eyes that once I blinded
Have been quickened with new sight
Empty sockets perceive not
Shadow play but noonday sun
Too long did I cower
I had become a slave
Now set free from control
Trackless and unburdened
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Turn not yearning eyes
To gaze upon me
Do not set your soul
To follow me
I am broken
I am diseased
My blood poured out
Joins now the earth
Now I know two sides of belief
One constrains the other brings peace
Now freed from the whelming gaze
Trackless I wander yet I am free
Free to feel
Free to live
Take the body down
Place it in the ground
Mark not this grave
Remember it no more
Cast not mournful glances
Bless not its memory
Its mystery must remain
Unsolved and forgotten
Take me down
Remember not
Turn not yearning eyes
To gaze upon me
Do not set your soul
To follow me
I am broken
I am diseased
My blood poured out
Joins now the earth
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Sympathy Calgary, Alberta
Blackened Canadian technical death metal.
Nyk Edinger - Vocals
Derek From -
Rhythm Guitars, Keys, Bass
Jeff Lewis - Rhythm Guitars and Lead Guitars
Jim Austin - Drums
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