The Clay
Over the horizon I hear a madman shriek
He's trapped between his dreams and this Reality
He vocalizes the limbo of the freaks
The helplessness, the disrupting sanity
But I've built a castle, a keep of dreams and will
of all the lost imaginations of that which isn't me
The true desires burns within me still
Around me I shape the nature that will ever be
The world does not revolve
It's just frantically leaning back and forth
Your sway is never noticed, because you cannot solve
the jigsaw puzzle Life, as it's been deluged in the draught
I shape the things to come
by will and treat and curse
This fantastic way of living never occured to some
They simply live by what they fit into their lifeless purse
Again the madman roars
in vain and in his pounding agony
His voice grow thin and hoarse
and soon he cannot longer ease insanity
As every day pass by
Never does the story tell my fortune
So I make my own true lie
Instead of shrieking endlessly this sore tune
As some run out of clay
Their sun sets and they fall back in the stream
Cry and bleed it out you may
But no one's ever gonna give you back your dream
Cut it out, your own puzzle game
With jigsaw, with any fundament
Make sure you always keep the same
Because this gift is from your most blissful dreams ascent
The Gun From The Cradle
Yesterday I slit my wrist
On this night I broke a pledge
Today I struggle to exist
Tomorrow I'll probably be dead
I was born with a Glock in my hand
I was set to sail from a dock in the sand
When I left the womb and went away
I ran on the pavement on my way to Life Academy
There were bluntheads all the way down
Inside I could hear a devastating sound
Indoctrines went through my one ear
and came out the other
Passing thoughts of desperate fear
Murder, hate, I didn't bother
I was born with a Glock in my hand
I was set to sail from a dock in the sand
My old man and mommy went away
I saw them on the pavement on my way to Hate Academy
They were blunted down with bullets through their heads
On that day my last hope came to shreads
Yesterday I slit my wrist
On this night I broke a pledge
Today I struggle to exist
Tomorrow I'll probably be dead
Hell's Doorbell
We were never good,
so what's with the blunt expectations?
Exorcise us, you should,
to rid your head from depravation
Suicide on sickness aid
Like genocide with pesticide
Mending scars that never were
You're pretending like you care
Need exceeding with the feeding
on the cattle that you're breeding
Crude the square that never was
where you imprison you cause
I am no slave of your hypocrisy
I'm not the one in denial
I am not bred to be framed
or fed to be put on your sale
On the pavement that leads to Hell
We're the filthy ones on your doorbell
I will start a revolution
I will show your true demise
Hope this be a retribution
I do not apologize
I shoot cops to break your trust
I keep silent in my crust
It's a rough road out of Hell
It's an infinite struggle to break this shell
The need exceeds with the feeding
It's a fight to even breathe
Your soul never visited Hell
Therefore I'll keep ringing the bell
The Room
Some in the room were violent
Some in the room were creeps
But in the room there was also love
The mating of two bugs in breed
The walls of the room went closer
The floor under me became cold
The fracture of my head split open
I felt how my thoughts came unfolded
I think she was female, she did talk to me
She said I was different, and so I could see
I killed her with doubt, for she was a friend
But friendship is nothing for someone godsend
Some of the friends that I made weren't real
But I've destroyed them so that I can seal
the hole in my head that is leaking my mind
But where is the I? It is nowhere to find
Send me the gift of intolerance
so that I can wake up my ignorance
Could I ignore the malevolent cleanse
and still redeem for my dire lack of sense?
The corner of the room stares back
I gaze at the feelings that I lack
Mumbling some statements at random
Mourning in the pit in which I stand
Shivering in cold winds in my dream
Nothing's ever warm, or so it seems
The grinding of my thoughts continues
Making me commit horrible sins
I think it was I, that did talk to me
I said something different, now I could see
I killed it for thinking that it was I
But realized that it's me who's going to die
King Of The Mud
As the mist eclipse the light
The fog intensifies the blight
and even though I miss the sun
Towards the hollow dark I run
I fought to mend my withered keep
Never thought I'd fall this deep
Cruel the current, that I float in
Cold the water on my boat
Taste of liquids on my tongue
Could be words from the spasmic song
that I once heard myself sing
Tunes that made me my own king
Cascade redeem, just a blink
Now my boat will never sink
Stuck here on this pile of dirt
Left to bleed here as I'm hurt
They're not going to get me!
They're not going to find me!
I'm detested, I'm a flood
Drowning right here in the soil and mud
As once said, the crude is weld
Mended by the hands compelled
to arise again the form
that was damaged in the storm
Now I crawl here in the mud
Black as night is my dried blood
The circling crowd's forever deaf
as it's been since when I left
Taste of ashes in my mouth
as if from the fires south
As if I ate warmth and light
In this fog there is just blight
The Fool
I turn to what was white, now black
Clicking sounds behind my back
Those that wielded shields then fled
Left me outside where I bled
Alll the lies that I've been fed
Now I wish I was just dead
Instead of dead and dug up, like a corpse
I lost all that I fought for, that I owned
Burden of the others' treaty
They saw me as bait and tool
Assaulted my expections, met my
person like a bloody fool
Therein lies the victim now
Eventual defeat and sorrow
Curse the dire drought of trust
But follow that, still I must
Never was it fair or just
I call for aid, but left now is just dust
A pack of wolves would run alike
Until the alpha male go psyche
Whole my life's been narrow ports
with promises and leads of all sorts
But now I can see past all I was told
Second version did not sound the same
Peeks Will Fade
There's a delusion
that all's been done before
This creates confusion and
controls us even more
No directed highway
leads us to our soul
We can't just run away from all
to reach our destined goal
Though happiness is bliss it's not eternal, you should know
You can not reach a permanent euphoric living glow
The only way to make life count is run past the downhills
In time you will reach lifting winds again that gives you thrills
Since love breeds hate and high meets low it's nothing that will stay
the way it was forever, no, the peeks will fade away
So lift your head, see past the clouds and start to walk again
Passion and sensations come, you'll surely notice when
You might not need devotion
or thrills to make you vast
But all we need is motion
to learn from what is past
Others might deluge you
to imitate their lust
But they can't exclude you
for doing what you must
There are no rules of breathing
that shuns the taste of air
We must know what we're needing
to make our lives more fair
Fictive is the stream that
we all seem to float in
There is no common dream that
someone does not take for sin
Bird in a Cage
In denial, bleach my face
Cannot see beyond the edge
I'm horizon, I'm the deep
To the heavens I'll build a ledge
Where's the gold, the light, the silence?
Why is life this crude and tense?
I would like a different place
Where my soul would float in space
No, no adult, no vile duties
that would make me sore and locked
I would like the sun to shine
like the time when my life rocked
Prudent fucking essence of a being I once shun
Inside was the bird that once was me
I let it out, and what happened was that
my eyes opened, I could see now
Fled did the dead part of me, buried now and gone
Left was this abnormity, this grown up, dire con
I can't repent for nothing, to get back my wings
Can't see past my treaties now, I've promised many things
In the end I'm asking me:
"What if I was someone else?
Someone better, someone free
Would it count as lifestyle stealth?"
Could I ever think again
Make the rules myself and then
set out to find peace and love
Would I then release the dove?
No more adult, no more duties
that has made me sore and locked
I again would see the sun and
all would be like when it rocked
The Slave Era
No one ever cares if someone rots
Left alone in their home pit of stench
No one sees the crying lots
that hide under bridges, or on a bench
Judging by the empathy of man
There will be no sympathy for no one that is weak
Though we seem like doing all we can
We all see the difference as a no-good, smelly freak
No one sees the child in care of basement rules
Nor do we see violence-earne
Empathy is dead
if there ever was such thing
Our view is thin and red
And we are all one tyrrant king
Narrow-minded fools we are
Cursing all who's not a star
Close our eyes for misery
Make slavery mandatory
Sex and violence, blind intolerance
Racist sects - we're insects!
Famine free, happy family
Industry, hypocrisy
No deliverance for god's lost lambs
We'll be cloned from lab-grown stams!
Waiting for the binear code
to guide us through paradise
and point out our filthy road
towards our final demise
Clueless children of machines
rise above the era of the aging gluttony
Try to understand the scenes
that are shown before you in this nature herecy
No one hear the cries of agony inside their heads
No one smell the lies of sleepless demons in their beds
Humanity fall down
Cold and thirsty to the ground
And we miss the pretty gown
We beg to once more hear the sound
Whirl
Why does one search
for the ultimate low ecstacy?
When craven souls search to disturb
the cruel and vile sadistic herb
Force to grow the pain to lust
managing the love to dust
Just a mirror image of a lie
Why does the greed
undermine the static need
of one's closeness, of the tribe?
Just give in for the flight bribe
Seldom venom seeks the heart
But the herbs seek now to start
the process that will one day make you die
It will make the heavens whirl
It will make the colors curl
Soon it makes the panic turn
It also makes the sex urge burn
Never did you dream of flying
Never did you felt like dying
Summoning regret to love
Soon you'll tumble like a lustful dove
Fucking like an animal
Lust controls you like a primal
Never did you feel the rage
Locking you inside the cage
The shell of the blind fantasy
of music, lust and harmony
Never could you ever feel shy
But the rage will burst one day
Your soul is now in vast decay
Face is dead, mind is blunt
Inside you are just a cunt
Fucked by nails of no emotion
Caused by crude mind devastation
There will be no words left for 'Good bye'
Maelstrom Of Cynism
It whirls and it gnaws
It makes houserules and laws
and attacks the low to break
it's flaws
It never stops
It never ceases
to indoctrine lower species
Never awakes
Never gazes
upon all the molested places
The frigid greed
The rigid need
is exploiting that on which we feed
Hope to wisdom
for the unwise, diminished
Alas! - The crude ways never fails
Hope to faith
for the enticed, the slaves
Oh, all those dark lies, pretty tales
Maelstrom, maelstrom
of silence, silence
Whirlstorm, whirlstorm
of violence
Cremate Mother, sell out our crest
Never bleach our world conquest
Modify us, so that we'll never die
Mortify, so we'll never cease to lie
Kingdom, kingdom, come our cradle
Our instincts begin to fade
Rape the love and eat the cure
Eat until there's nothing more
We see the blackness in the deep, far away
We also see the lies that we keep at bay
All it takes to wake us up and persuade
is the eruption of the Nothing Decade
We breed and feed and we crave our needs
We pound and we kill to please our will
Starve our fragile shell to mark and sell
We clone our seed, we shred and bleed
Amo Diabolus
I’ve always loved the devils
for their appalling aura
Always loved the Mother Earth
for her wild and brutal core
But the thieves and liars
now infect this world
Sacrifices, dead cold lies
False pledges, feuds - mankind dies!
Diminishing our petty reign
Human race eternally insane
There’re no scars yet of the raid!
No one bleeds for nothing
But we bleed forever venom
There’s no ease yet for disruption!
Nefas Hominis et mortis
Sacrificum veritas rependo
Quia neque deus turpis
Nego sum fui futurus plector!
Abbatis Adustum!
Repere in acerbus et voro!
Omnis hypocrita infesto et theatrum Hominis
Tot furs et peccatus inquam
Mortifera plecto ignarus
Ocolus morbus inservios
Matris Indomitus!
Inquis Veritas atque sapientia!
Ita necolus odium et misericordia
Sordesco qualiter pervadilus
Ita Matris meus deus!
I’ve always hated humans
for their demonic self
How they rape our Mother Earth
Devouring her withered ration
All the virus essence
that is man
exceeding bridges, frigid sought to
even out the borders of drought
Pristine purity portentions
are delusions of old grief
There’s no wisdom in extinction!
Now we bleed for nothing
as we’ve bled forever dust
There’ll be no deliverance!
Latin translation:
(Please note that the Latin grammar above may not be perfectly correct. I don't know Latin, and so directly translated from simple English)
The human sin and death
is Sacrifice of truth redeem
Because no god is morally corrupt
To deny existance is to be punished!
Father of Burning!
You crawl in darkness and gluttony!
Attack all the hypocrites and the theater of Man
So many thieves and sins I say
Deadly things punish the ignorant
The eye disease of the devoted slaves
Mother of the Wild!
You tell the truth and wisdom!
Thus killing hatred and mercy
You become dirty as you are strong
For Mother is my god!
Everlasting Darkness
The world in crisis, so mortal
to the everlasting darkness
Bedeviled, it seems
Benefit a new form of deliverance
Expand in hatred and despair
Severs the lurkers of below
Soon cometh the burning ember glow
Cold, black river of the swine and dirt
It covers the world
in everlasting...
Ssseeds
Growth in warmth of burning meat
Ravens thirst of ink-like bloody veins
Rising now, the horror of the reigns
Ember walls of violent murder stains
Ill-willed symphosium
Dwell in fear - majestic Nemesis of deaf denial
Dare not see the prudent frigid, violate their spore
Give in for the one and true black heretic desire
Dwell in shades of hate forever more
Sickened, forever
So clever and ever
banished and never
to hear those lies again
Damned consuming, feeds on suffocation
Now they’ll never bleed
Rotten breaths of celebration
Feasting on the fallen
Solstice greets the blackened cloak
Pounding, batters soul from tissue
Rapture of the screams, the spawns
crying out man’s thrilling issue
Severs the lurkers of below
Soon cometh the burning ember glow
Cometh too, the river of
the swine and dirt it seems
Here comes now the everlasting...
Ssseeds
Growth in warmth of burning meat
Ravens thirst of ink-like bloody veins
Rising now, the horror of the reigns
Ember walls of violent murder stains
Ill-willed symphosium
Share the crops of good lord master tyrrant
Fly on wings and withered heart so pure
On your knees and say your dark desire
Dwell in shades of hate forever more
Sickened, forever
So clever and ever
banished and never
to hear those lies again
The Foul Inside
The final unfailing prediction of the withered host
Gods embrace you with their dire flood
Succeed by arid reign of those suppressing most
From inside heard a dry and balmy thud
More of the hate that you once shun
The blackness taking out the sun
Facing obliteration yet
The foul that you try to forget, released
Saying prayers out in the air
But inside is the lasting lair
of the being you have ensnared
Embrace the hate you never dared
The final unfailing prediction of the withered host
Gods embrace you with their dire flood
Succeed by arid reign of those suppressing most
From inside heard a dry and balmy thud
Embrace the blooming rage
Convene a pristine scar
Pollute the sheets of purity
Cease to disrupt the sore
Let it bleed
Misanthropic signatory
of volatile breed
A dirge, a crematory
of the loss of need
The final unfailing prediction of the withered host
Gods embrace you with their dire flood
Succeed by arid reign of those suppressing most
From inside heard a dry and balmy thud
Embrace the blooming rage
Convene a pristine scar
Pollute the sheets of purity
Cease to disrupt the sore
Let it bleed
Misanthropic signatory
of volatile breed
A dirge, a crematory
of the loss of need
Forever did you mourn the bliss
You never saw the dark abyss
Forever did the pounding grow
Until it smudged all that you know
Flickering close before your eyes
Whispering of your soon demise
Dead inside, torn from your soul
Finally, let go of the foul
Embrace the blooming rage
The true and mighty rage
Convene a pristine scar
It’s closing from afar
Pollute the sheets of purity
Cease to disrupt the sore
Let it bleed
Let it feed you
Misanthropic signatory of volatile breed
A dirge, a crematory of the loss of need
A divine signatory of demonic breed
The dirge, a crematory of your loss of need
Pure
Vast dirge hymn phenomenon
Puritanical famine song
Tunes of dire blasphemies
Sick and pure toxicities
Theorist of ecstacy
Obliging in destiny
to cleanse out the different
from the vital fundament
For the mortal we impair
Lobbying the blizzard sphere
Into soil of dissuation
Causing treaties suffocation
Deluging authorities
in crisis of a rage release
onto fragile exeedors
We are triggered disruptors
Embrace your darkest fantasies
Emit beloved blasphemies
Curse your listed luxuries
and batter all signatories
Decimate the anti-count
Try to measure love amount
Plant those crops of mismatch pledge
Harvest weeds of a prison hedge
On the verge of annihilation
we suppress manifestation
of the host vampiric self
and the justified life stealth
Wholesale it’s a false presume
to think of a dwindling consume
To think that countering a fume
will hope for a dying herd assume
Will erase the threat of doom
of all that was once in bloom
Arid is the throat of man
Whispering is all we can
Drought of greed and self-disrespec
Evaporated intellect
Reign is zero, none is dead
Those that are, be someones bread
Look ahead, for the shine
One day could that light be thine
Once enlightenment is whole
will you then embrace your soul?
Highland Mist
The highland winds sweeps cold on my chest
Over the cliffs I hear the roaring sea
For those that do not remember me
Early morning breeze descends
Fight, blurry minds emits decay
of that which is said to be good
The mist is like a hood
before my shattered view
Do not cry over that which hurts
Do not weep in ignorance
Just a blink is your tired life's
existance in the bliss
Fires shows the way to shelters
Soon beset and gone
Shine does the sun sometimes
with the peeking of the dawn
I fall
Steep they seem, not natural
the walls of raw, dull stone
Cold the water, cold alone
I await the breeze that gives me
Hope
Tomorrow I'll be none
None alive
Nor in death
None but fragments of a mirror
Do not cry over that which hurts
Do not weep in ignorance
Just a blink is your tired life's
existance in the bliss
Fires shows the way to shelters
Soon beset and gone
Shine does the sun sometimes
with the peeking of the dawn
I fall
Lost in Midst of Nothing
As if the eyes of mine were foreign
I curse the day that I diverged
of all that felt so solemn
The lone despair submerged
I drowned in distance to the I
that hid inside transparent shells
Where do I go to return?
To flee from all those hells?
Way back alone, in draught
of insight what signifies
Life, or what it once meant
or how it one day dies
I see paths that never ends
Lost in midst of nothing
Breathing time away
It's a con forever on myself
The time I never had to understand
I never knew where I misturned
followed none but pale desire
Never could this be undone
I'm free
As if vast worlds trapped inside
flooded me and slew my mind
bent my limbs and moved my feet
To the wind forever bind
Sought to reach the last frontier
Somehow see the outer root
Make myself my spirit master
Travelling uncharted route
Roads of silence embodied me
As result, I'll never see
that which Life shall shine upon
The road that I'll be walking on
Lost in midst of nothing
Breathing time away
It's a con forever on myself
The time I never had to understand
I never knew where I misturned
followed none but pale desire
Never could this be undone
I'm free
Freak
Creative wording of disparaging metaphors
Feels like the ravaging of numb diabolic
Freak, yes, an outcast melancholic
Freak, an opposer of the ideal wars
Unanimous chorus of what's supposed to be
the ultimate existance of the clones of man's debris
Why do the devils not appear?
Batter the denied and the nauseous
Obliterate the dark and occult
Contain them, force them to grow on us
Convene the emuated similar slaves
to bring heretics to their early graves
Do not let them think that acceptance is bright
For those who are likings shall rule and have might
Lobbying at first, let those bullies run free
To tell others that it's not okay, to contrast
Or ever se one as a higher intelligence
for you must be down here with us
For kings and queens you struggling
With delusive dreams you keep juggling
Raid of taking mortals to the swarm
Disrupt their selection, instead harm
Poisonous damage, the authoritative suppression
Feels like it's growing, the disorderly rage
Negligible, the self-control in this trifling cage
I feel the growth of disorderly aggression
Unanimous treaty of the enticing reign
the inner pact of clones in man's domain
Why do the devils keep hiding?
Herds and layers of delusion
Make sure we're with the conclusion
that the ones distinct are in occlusion
That's a simply grim and firm sollution
Raid of taking mortals to the swarm
Disrupt their selection, instead harm
Catch the tranquil divergence alarm
It is time to clear our field
Batter the false and the cautious
Fight the illusionists
Bring them, make them imitate
Convene the emuated similar slaves
to bring heretics to their early graves
Do not let them think that acceptance is bright
For those who are likings shall rule and have might
Lobbying at first, let those bullies run free
To tell others that it's not okay, to contrast
Or ever se one as a higher intelligence
for you must be down here with us
For kings and queens you struggling
With delusive dreams you keep juggling
Damnation And Misanthropy
Debris of a culture now forgotten
In a world where a reign subdued
every child in imperial rotten
state fixed on their bitter feud
All the children rise to observe
how armed men make their parents bleed
Give them what they deserve
for their tilt deed
Today is a reign reborn
An abandonment of all virtuous
Every word is a thorn
Every tongue shold be precarious
Man, a gregarious kind of plague
An insignificant disease lethal
All in forms unspoken and vague
Ever since neanderthal
Evermore under the Moon
Beyond Luna sought the reign conquest
Beyond all living logic swoon
We rose to become kings of the crest
Inevitable the journey towards death
still is, no matter the price you afford
No matter how clean your sheath
Your sword will still rust in the chord
of a melody that tells the tale
of your wretched soul that soared
Left behind it's most precious kale
stashed away in your earthly hoard
Given the chance to create
Given opportunity of a freedom fate
Instead, enticed we mate
Continue to ruin and to hate
Forever unforgiven for fruitless attempts
To enhance our being and might
Never alive could we feel the exempts
of the mind if we'd relieve insight
Debris, splinters, shattered wings
Bird of pray bites loose the flesh
Unaware of what the future brings
Unaware how all the pieces mesh
Lone wolves that's lost the pack
Sores in the flesh that never heals
Trying to follow a disrupted track
Of a blurry past that vaguely appeals
Beauty and justice came to a conclusion
That man could never contend them
So as the human race spread the diffusion,
the wounds
We saw we could never mend them
Never again, ever again
monstrous man can defy
The existance of the inside pain
that cause our way of awry
Cravenbird
Is it perhaps Gods hand
that helped you take others' land?
Or maybe it is your own fault
that you're constantly scared of assault
You tell one tale
but implement another
Why should we really bother?
You could advance
with your guns and your bombs
But where's mr warlord himself?
Crouching behind his dear carved shelf
The bird flees, flies away from the battle
Tears falls as bullets rattle
outside the bunker
The steel-clad world of cowardice
Before the carnival of destruction
The nation of suppression question their chastity
Fear debilitates the heroic
The nation of cowards march forward
The moral drops and depress
and so prevents progress
Warriors claim the acts of valor as theirs
Suddenly someone answered their prayers
Malevolent progress of negligible resistance
All opposing ceases to be
You wave your flag
On stolen ground you insouciantly brag
of how you once took what was rightfully yours
But not how with violence
you sternly creeped those shores
Slain are the true dwellers
But that's distorted by the tellers
Enticed and gullible poor people
Sees naught but the tales of superior minds
Predictive folk of a violent nature
Slightly retarded and very naive
For this behaviour there is no cure
Every little truth will grieve
Ruling the world is a foremost perspective
Stay once and think is not present
Certainly not seing cosmos objective
Admitting your weakness is descent
You know that oil
is thicker than blood
And values surpass empathy
Cravenbird freeze in paralyzation
The nation of cowards falls
The brutal ones it cannot bless
for it prevents progress
Claiming the acts of valor as their own
but I doubt as the true cowardliness was shown
Vast performance of deeds patriotic
Though it seems that the leads where chaotic
Malice Night
Mystic night of dark alignment imbues
That of which we truly care accrues
Taken away, our light to shine
Brought beneath to cicles nine
Our Hell of malevolence
On that night you lost your faith forever
Thine mental offspring you sever
Evermore in shadows lurk, you snake
Blight of your dimension of generosity
Your cruelty keeps eating your sanity
Foul now, your wield shut reasons
The end of your undead seasons
Yearning for the present Utopia
Man scents it's house with concealing avatars
Icons of diminished saints' doctrines
Carved with the mental metal splinters of dark faith
Sherds that undermines
During some of the darkest tides
Coming with the shadow hours
Capturing your virgin brides
Creatures that the human flesh devours
Contamination of the soul
That of creatures cruel in nature drains
Virtue of forgiveness, blood that rains
Maleficent abhorror crawler speaks
Behold how the snake turns to hiss at life
Bridge to the end of deficiency
To the time of complete proficiency
Our Hell of malevolence
On that night you gained a morbid satisfaction
Thy mind torn apart in the underworld
It is all inside yourself
Curious you tear apart the cloth
Looking into the box of cursed forbidden dreams
Recognizing paths that once lied clear
Now fallen in the abyss
Hooves clappers on that road, my friend
Closing now, a rider of will
Your knight in service gratitude
Here with means to kill
You hand him your dreams crude
Blight of your dimension of generosity
Your cruelty keeps eating your sanity
Foul now, your wield shut reasons
The end of your undead seasons
Rottening process of the soul
That of mankind cruel of nature drains
Virtue of forgiveness, bloodshed stains
Carnival of shadows dissuades
Tales of chastities, ultimate purity
The treaty of suppression
Vast ultimate sin's confession
Our Hell of malevolence
In the night you drop your principal path
In occurence of negligible ways
Forever you will be in decay