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lyrics
Sic mundus creatus est
Beyond the senses of the beholder, Time is a myth. There is a time when, after having been wearied of fighting for centuries for a place at the table, a people will unite to stand as the embodiment of the thing of which they had always been falsely accused - rabid beasts.
The end rushes towards you
To rip a vein so that blood can never re-enter.
The dead eye of vision and unconsciousness is fixed and unseeing.
Savagery reborn with predisposition to make a carcass of the king.
Some nightmares follow us out of our dreams into the ever-waning, waking world.
The source of all light burns - slowly consuming its source... Extinguished.
The flame that once raged but is reduced to an ember may rest proud of all it once created and all it, at once, destroyed.
As our ending deeds give meaning and savour to every act before it, so is our final death to all deaths that came before it.
Such tragic fiction gives false hope to those walking paths of righteousness until the very end when a final glimpse shows forth that all paths lead to the same end.
And the tears drop red on the bleached bones of our enemies who only paused upon the hoary shore of mankind's self-awareness... Only falling from faith... Breathing prayers that we trust will fly the constructs of this plane of existence and light before the very presence on the face of God.
Kneel for me and worship the essence inside me. Entropy stands before you with open arms, and once root takes hold, causes the hands to, at first turn agonizingly slowly, and suddenly, exponentially faster on the Clock of Chaos.
Your only, ever-growing desire is to make a Carcass of the King - Defenestration.
Death is nothing more than the brief instant of deepest sleep where, immediately after closing your eyes, you awaken. Man can not know how he transforms into Other until after The Order. There is no Transubstantiation; only a true metamorphosis. But, by then, the only order of any consequence is Chaos...
Kneel to me and tremble; He who awakens the Apostles of Degeneration and commands them to gather unto me souls of man…
Quake before me in awe; He who knows Abaddon's place and commands him to make a carcass of the fucking King.
Kneel for me.
Worship the
Essence inside of me
Dividing wolves from sheep.
Kneel to me and tremble
Source of all light burns
Extinguished
Sorrow reigns
supported by 10 fans who also own “Carcass Of The King”
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 9 fans who also own “Carcass Of The King”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant