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1. |
Distorted Lights
05:39
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Here the realm of lies start within
our brain shacks and lose to feel
human being deserved to fall
where the conscience is dead for all
saturation of intellect and more
like in a desert of brutal needs . needs!
when the time was come to be
nobody with the eyes able to see
something going wrong inside of us
our proper heart disown us
no longer wants to deal with us
to free this world from human scum - we are human scum
our proper heart disown us
no longer wants to deal with us
to free this world from human Scum!
ripping from our chest with all the straights that can be
beating last parting words before to set themselves free
leaving...leaving! humanity followed by the lights of our tears
a tear beyond, a tear for fall, in a distorted realm
time for extinction has finally come!finally come!we are the wreckages of this world
our proper heart refuse to acknowledge
no longer wants to deal …
now!
With broken ribs they start to leave
mortal flesh coffin they were chained to
sense of disgusting rotting bones
putrid from inside, wreak up
can feel inner void - now?
With broken ribs they start to leave
mortal flesh coffin they were chained to
pool of blood for the freedom from mankind
Here the realm of lies start within
our brain shots and lose to feel
human being deserved to fall
feeling now just start to retrace
when our bodies falls down dead
pool of blood to the freedom of mankind this is what we expect to achieve!Distorted lights of society enchant
Distorted lights of pain for not understand
this was not a dream they will not turning back
distorted light now are turned off for eternity
With broken ribs they start to leave
mortal flesh coffin they were chained to
sense of disgusting rotting bones
putrid from inside, wreak up
can feel inner void - now?!!
With broken ribs they start to leave
mortal flesh coffin they were chained to
sense of disgusting rotting bones
putrid from inside, wreak
With broken ribs they start to leave
mortal flesh coffin they were chained to
sense of disgusting rotting bones
putrid from inside, wreak up!!!
can feel inner void know!
Here the realm of lies start within
our brain shacks and lose...lose to feel
human being deserved to fall
feeling now just start to retrace
when our bodies falls down dead
pool of blood for the freedom of mankind...
Pain for not-understand this!
There was not a dream
They will not turning back
Distorted lights of pain for not understand this...
Distorted lights...there was not a dream!
Distorted lights of pain for not understand this!!!
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Carnival of Flesh
03:12
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Here desires goes wild, dream of malignancy
Wondering to hollowing from the deep,the will to kill in me
Hollowing of free beasts, what is going in?
what is real or what it is ….?
On the wind there is only insanity
the plate that is need - on this night bleeds
Now free on the dread - dream for pain
only gain - right for entire rage
Raid on the spirit with the evil inside
Riding on the pain with the evil inside
Crippling mangling killing within
This is in the journey when pain only wake
It only begins
Here desires goes wild, dream of malignancy
Wondering to hollowing from the deep,the will to kill in me
Hollowing of free beasts,what is going in?
what is real or what is it …..?
Beating cardio bleeding for adrenaline in your vein
beating for you screaming - we want need this
waiting on you hollow for feasting with your corpse
waiting just to feel - anguish and pain
breathing for you hollow to discovery your pain
breathing just to feel - anguish and fear
now it’s time to wake it up and taste
now it’s the time to terminate
it now is real on our mortal dreams,when we kill all these people
here... the demon in methe pleasure growing in torturing - till they falling dead
touch this insanity is the goal for us to breath
fighting to know what is really inside of us
no other way is in this rot world of blinds
maggot in my minds, only desires of blood
to take your skin and dress me with it
feeling the thrill of cold blood death within
living on a dream that is rotting inside
going in this clash with no reason in mind
Raid on the spirit with the evil inside
Riding on the pain with the evil inside
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3. |
Inhuman Existence
03:22
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In a huge stinking pot of life, humanlike swine live and rot
As they try to get out ofthis shit they drown each other
Most cunning swine siton the bones of their dying fellows
Leading the pack of pigsthey are proud of themselves and laugh
They are proud of themselves and laugh
They said they are the stronger
cause they take all their power from the money and gold
They might be right, but their breaths stink like rotting carrion
Squealing beasts demandfodder and respect
Their fodder is you your life, - your soul
Don't stand on their way, you better run or you shall be devoured, their jaws like millstones will grind your brainwill grind your brain...
They are proud of themselves and laugh. They said they are the stronger! cause they take all their power from the money and gold
They might be right, but their breaths stink like rotting carrion
Humanlike swine demand respect for themselves
They will even smile when you vote for them
Every cunning swine groups its litter around itself
Obeying swinish laws, we make fatter and fatter and fatter...
Humanlike swine unleash a war between themselves
Pig's snout arrogantly
intrudes on the territory - of other pigs, and every beast tries to prove that it is right no matter what (is right no matter what)
Destroying and killing all on its path
the swine squeal with delight
Swinelike beasts have greater power over others
They can do whatever they want
but it is not enough ...
They started wars
to make it fun to play
Play with the lives of common people
and their children,
sending you to war,- they are amused
You're just a pawn for them
They want more blood of innocent people,
more money and fodder
They want to be worshipped and recognized of their importance
Worshiping the swinish gods in the swinish churches
They started wars
to make it fun to play with the lives of people
Sending you to war,- they are amused
You're just a pawn for them
and meaning of satisfaction
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4. |
Buried Truth
04:58
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theirs is no reason for us to be afraid
and that’s cause we know what’s going
There’s annoying thing to say
for all this quantity of lies
We are all living in a life of pain
to take all our lives and said
the origin was already paid
for the larvae in your brain
We’re all giving all the thing to an insane poetry
on what must be seed and what is not unseen
we’ve been beating all the breathing of this fiery
no a really way to see what is going clearly
waiting for insanity deeply in your mind
We’re never seek for this desire of tears
it’s this filthy estate of our day
narrow is the sense of what is following near
We’re all giving all the thing to an insane poetry
on what must be seed and what is not unseen
The taste of our souls going to lose all innocence’s
estate and the rise of the inner feeling mourn
we’ve been tortured of all your fakes and rage
they are coming for make sense again
We’re running to make some positive things
on all the fairy and all polluted shit
from the poor and destroyed remains
of this world that is going to die
going to die
barred no tears ….
barred no tears ….
we’ve been tortured of all your fakes and rage
they are coming for make sense of here again
we’ve enough of all the filthy shit and all we see
there’s no time now to clean our souls to wreak
We are all living in a life of pain
to take all our lives and said
the origin was already paid
for the larvae in your brain
There’s no reason for us to scream
it’s not a mere question of the times
the real victims are the ones that need
a real shakes of their minds
We’re never seek for this real desire of tears
taking them on this filthy rest of the day
narrow is the sense of what is following near
We’re never seek for this real desire of tears
taking them on this filthy rest of the day
narrow is the sense of what is following near
We’re never seek for this real desire of tears
taking them on this filthy rest of the day
narrow is the sense of what is following near
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5. |
Modern Arts of Slavery
03:25
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Plunge - into the depths of your mind - look at your own essence
Evaluate everything - that happens to you- the things around you - impact you!
Your mind - is occupied with everyday thought - you think that you are not slave...you hear only the sound - of coins - your hands are drawn to the artificial goods
Look into the empty eyes of people on the streets
You will find in those eyes nothing but fear
Fear to lose the job, to lose the health, or to lose a life
Only a mortal disease can make people forget about the things
Only the deathbed a man becomes truly free!
Life matrix obscures - your consciousness
Your brain is set up - only for survival
You can even kill in order to survive
Everything is limited - movement, freedom of choice
Bounded opportunities – knowledge of a choice
People like beasts in the cage. The modern art of slavery
Now easy to manipulate. The modern art of slavery
People spend - their lives accumulating fortune
They suddenly die - without even time to use it
Many important knowledge creating more of fools
Now they are easy to manipulate!
Improved modern - slavery forces you to be
a voluntary - slave or to die!
Constant bans, rules and laws
force you to be a slave. Are you a slave?
Everything is limited - movement, freedom of choice
Bounded opportunities - knowledge of a choice
People like beasts in the cage. The modern arts of slavery
Now easy to manipulate. The modern arts of slavery
Moral oppression and education
of the spirit of a slave through
fear and illusion of wealth substitution
of values in everything!
There is no escape from the fucking trap.
Going against the rules means you'll die!
The main goal of slave - owners, is achieved.
The whole system is imbued with the idea of domination, oppression and voluntary
submission of slaves.
Dark lords guard improve this
Hierarchy is unbreakable!
The modern arts!
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Hive of Insanity
04:44
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Your faith is destroyed you are trapped in the hands of a system
Your house was taken away for debts your wife and children left you.
Now you are nobody and your name doesn't matter.
All that you had was taken away by the greedy bigwigs
You look up to the sky but there is no help
The system deceived you and turned you into nobody.
You don't want to put up with it and you're sharpening the knife in your hand.
All you need is revenge, blood, torment and suffering of people… Suffering of people
Your family is bunch of corpses torn in pieces stacked up in a ditch.
Couple of women that you tortured and raped are waiting for their fate.
Your back is against the wall, you no longer have a choice, but to killing everyone
Your thirst for blood grows with every victim more and more!
There is no way back your mind is in haze, the knife is your best friend and your aid!
From the pieces of dismembered victims
you assembled a god and had an intercourse with it!!!
Our world is a factory that produces maniacs and rapists!
Our world is a factory of murders, maniacs and rapists!
Your family is bunch of corpses torn in pieces stacked up in a ditch.
Couple of women that you tortured and raped are waiting for their fate.
Your back is against the wall, you no longer have a choice, but to killing everyone.
Your thirst for blood grows with every victim, more and more!
Your inner beast has been released and it will never stop!
The time of reckoning has come, the ripped stomachs and horror in the eyes of victims excite you!
Factory of maniacs!
You don't want to put up with it and you're sharpening the knife in your head
All you need is revenge, blood, torment and suffering of people…Suffering of people
By tearing the flesh of victims in pieces you restore the justice and you're proud of it
You used to be a cheerful family man … now you're a deadbeat beast! Beast!
Your craft improves and you do not need to buy your food any more.
Everything your body needs is in the human meat.
Voices in the head suggest you some ideas on killing and dismembering the victims!!!
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Invisible Reality
03:39
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Everything around us is a complete deception and illusion.
Blind man see things that he just does not understand
Affection to material things turns us into zombies.
A human does not just fit between the shoes and the hat
The inner world is much more - deeper and wider! Invisible reality
Pre-programmed crowds run to work,
They only desire food and reproduction,
The self-preservation instinct hindersThe essence of life (x 2)
Brainless scum exists only by rules and instincts
You are despised if you are not like them
the rest of the herd (x 3)
TV - dictates to your brain what you need to do today,
Newspapers and news preprogram your disposition to reality
Your only thoughts are about work, what to buy to eat, and how to have fun,
Same shit every day until you drop dead!
Relax your mind and breathe deeply - you're a human!
Everything around - you is a hoax and part of someone's crazy show
You're caught in the web of a matter and the illusion of this mortal world.
You are controlled and forced into being an obedient person.
The invisible reality is very near and it surrounds us.
Find your hands in a dream and levitate above body.
Look at your mortal body from your soul's point of view.
Your body is vulnerable and useless after death.
Through perception of darkness,- there is wisdom's ray of light.
Original matter awaits your complete transformation.
Wise demons will teach and guide you through the darkness.
You'll be delighted when you see the bright shine of your inner I.
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8. |
Frail Utopia
02:53
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Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense
It make you hurt - to wear the crown of shit, searching to (escape)
Abyss of nonsense is right in front of us, what is here creeping on your mind?
Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls fighting and screaming waiting to be blind
There are days when, you feel abandoned, there are times where, everything loses meaning in our concrete cells, there is nothing we can do. We can only find ourselves, in our day one like the other
this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation
can’t escape it at all, buried in the innermost
ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute
Searching the ways I want to live
Finding all days to be me
Seeking on these ways I will need to fight
My frail utopia
We can only try to escape, break their expectation
a single thought of freedom ,to destroy their prison
we go rotting from inside, brain worm to be blinds
all to save our souls, to break this mediatic bombing
this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation
can’t escape it at all, buried in the innermost
ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute
Frail utopia therapy, seeking to escape but no place to hide
Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense
Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls twisting to be blind
Frail utopia therapy, what is here in creeping on your mind?
Finding all ways I want to live
Finding all days to be….. me
Searching the way to break their chains
The sun on the darkest night
Searching the light on this void. Maybe utopia
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9. |
War is an Amusement
03:11
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War - machine just wait. Destroying your bodies and souls, grinded to dust all dreams and hopes, no mercy for anyone. Money is all their main concern!
War is a business for the freaks in control, for them the war between people is an amusement
War is a business
Fat-cat bastards play wars for cash
Mothers of dead soldiers - shed tears!
Rulers of the world don't care for us
Happy to accept
And in the midst of a bloody shot
they are swimming in cash! You're a soldier in this game!
Your cause is just! You're in the fucking game!
Follow the orders of bastards!
Fat-cat bastards play wars for cash
Mothers of dead soldiers shed tears!
Rulers of the world don't care for us
Happy to accept
Tell the relatives of victims
that you did not want to kill!
Your promotion gives you the chance to teach how to kill!
War is a business for the freaks in control
For them the war between people is amusement … amusement …
Kill !!!
You have no choice! Kill! Otherwise, you'll get killed! Kiled…killed…killed
You have no choice! Kill! Otherwise, you'll get killed!
War ensemble is funeral march for the sympathy,
Keep your finger on the trigger!
Every dead enemy gets you closer to your reward.
Keep this medal! x 3
Fat-cat bastards play wars for cash
Mothers of dead soldiers shed tears!
Rulers of the world don't care for us
Happy to accept, tell the relatives of victims
that you did not want to kill!
Your promotion gives you the chance
to teach how to kill!
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10. |
Ad Astra
03:34
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Gone and rabid walking in the way, done and carved on the sun
Gone and rabid walking on the pain, no way to reach it
Done and carved on the misery, done and carved on my blood
Done and carved on the way to be, no way to reach just screams
They won’t you arrive this, you want at right
None wondering in all they own to need – there’s nothing left to take it back
No one preaching, on all their hollowing - there’s nothing left to get respect
Feel it on the dream. Bleeding from within blight
Here’s what was real as vision in the night. Sorrow of the previous shit from their side
from the vicious peoples searching for both we’re victims
Really they want our lives full of pain. No solution to a quietly regain
No more option to rise our souls from shit both we’re victims
We’re are in the fiery of insanity rebirth. Howling of fear in the desert of our fate
Going as sinners never asked to be blighted
Here are instincts primitives, beyond and behold
Here are instincts primitives, looking at the dawn in the eyes of our screams
Here are instincts primitives, no way, just treating on it
Here’s is the insanity incoming as in the dream
Gone and rabid walking in the way, done and carved on the sun
Gone and rabid walking on the pain, no way to reach it
Done and carved on the misery, done and carved on my blood
Done and carved on the way to be, no way to reach
No way to feel
They won’t you arrive this, you want at right
None wondering in all they own to need – there’s nothing left to take it back
no one preaching on all their hollowing - there’s nothing left to get respect
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FLESHGORE Kiev, Ukraine
FLESHGORE - Brutal Death band from Ukraine. Were released by different labels such as Xtreem Music, This Dark Reign, Nice To Eat You, 666 Records, Moon Records. Visited more than 20 countries and played many tours and festivals over Europe and Australia such as WACKEN, Brutal Assault, Netherlands DeathFest, Fuck The Commerce, Fest of the Dead (Australia), Obscene Extreme & more ... more
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