Альбом Vore

Desiring and despising
Seething with envy
Hating, forever hating
With all of thy being

Designs of rebellion
To corrupt and unmake
Driven to mock and defile
Forever, never to create

Feel the beat of this black heart
A boiling pulse of rage
Driving poisoned ichor
Through ancient fetid veins

Scorn
The light which draws and repels
In fire
Man's will was forged to be broken

Master of hatred
Lord of enmity
Defiant
All knowing
All loathing
Of what can never be possessed

Speak to us of stone
Of its cold immortal grace
Of earth, of ash, the final clash
To envelop all in flame

Storm of blades, cascade -- collide
These are the hands that strike
This is the line that divides

What can be cut shall bleed
What will burn set alight
What can be smashed and broken
Shall be crushed beneath our might

Rise!
Bastard sons of scorn
Rouse your fury within the eye
Unleash your birthright
Of cold steel, burning ice

Effigies carved in earth's bones
For millennia shall they stand
With vigilant gaze cast over land and sea
The wind, the waves their only foe

A pledge to power
A promise of pain
All things forsaken
For knowledge arcane

Arts hid deep
Long passed out of existence
Beyond laws of nature and of reason
Dormant for ages
Now stirring awake
Bane of our forefathers unleashed again

Into the shadowed realm
Enamored of the darker path
Passing through
The threshold of empowerment
Soul and flesh consumed
By the primordial flame,
Destroyed then reformed - reborn!
Not longer a mortal man but a God

Dark forces align
Fell beings of fire and pain
Bent upon dominion of our race
Necromantic rapture
Subjugated by what was to be mastered
By an unwitting fool
Now willing tool of the enemy

Search out the brave
And make them cower
Enslave the strong
They shall be conquered
Bring forth the weak and infirm
To be devoured
Terrible and despair
Before my power

With A Word
Their minds bend to my will
And with a thought
I shall command death

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No sleep in this darkness
Frozen solid to bone
Wounded weak, bleeding to die
There is no one left to save our souls

Misery embrace
A touch that chills the soul
Cold hearts beating slower
This might we must ride

Upon the edge of emptiness
Stands a wtiness to deceit

Movement, you move beneath me
Silence! We must be silent
Weeping, the beasts are feasting
They are near

We tread within their wake
Unseen and forlorn
Souls shake, souls shutter
Their bent and broken places scatter

In about the realms of madness
Prophecies of pain
Reaching through the desperation
A sickness comes to kill

No rest for our dead ones
Their corpses lay beneath shrouds of frost
No end awaits, even in death
We march ever onward into the coldfire

Broken lands buried in death
We will not die for your pleasure
Nothing gained in victory
Only misery ahead.

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Run! Run you spineless curs
Flee before the might
of the true lords of this earth

Bow before the sword
Kneel beneath the axe
Servants of the whip
Driven by the lash
Sorceress of creation
From your forsaken innards spilled
Offspring dire and dreadful
No emotion just compulsion to kill

Wrath! Envenom
Wrought! Red iron
Ruin
One by one watching their enemies fall

Wrath! The cruel one's
Wrought! Dominion
Ruin! Their construct heralds devastation

Wo now be unto the conquered
their damnation procession
They rally 'round their altars
To pray, plead, beg, weep evermore

Lo, the end comes
Blood burning in fire
All that once was
Reduced to ashes and dust

No reasoning, locked within
Inferno skies, blessings begin
Limited by the demons
Cursed be the throne
Beaten into submission
The demons are your own
Hear the mountains moving
The dragons come awake
Corpses are the landscape
Of the kingdom you create.

Tearing through this madness
Blood pain and burning souls
Reaching out from legend
Ripping flesh from bone
Rabid feasting misery
From halls of ancient doom.

Seething pulsing writhing
Stabbing open wounds
Absolute eternity
Betraying lucid dreams.

Rising from this chaos
In raging seas of blood
Putrid source of purity
Born unto this earth
Ravaging this wasteland
Beneath eternal moons
Feeding child of hatred
Sins make deep the wounds.

War and hatred
Will beckon forever

No reasoning, locked within
Inferno skies, blessings in sin
Limited by the demons
Cursed be the throne
Beaten into submission
The demons own your soul
Hear the mountains moving
The dragons come awake
Corpses are the landscape
Of the kingdom you forsake

War and hatred
Will beckon forever