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Frisium
05:04
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saviors sold their rotten souls
to the gods of paper faces
what am i to do now
where am i to go
path of desperation
to a mighty woe
frisium, fighting herds of time
proud get vain, a hive of hypocrites
your hide your shameless grins
darkest times, walls crawl up to the skies
to mute a dying child' scream
since when is love a crime
since when is life so worthless
i damn you all
protectors from above
a cult of monstrous greed
am I to end what I once commenced?
and will I ever break this vicious circle?
not of you, none at all
not of me, slays my kin
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2. |
Exodus of the Dead
05:20
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years corrode the steel of memories
sagas in a language no one knows
eternal flame, a trembling spark
a toy for impish children
forgotten, you're sent by fools
to wander amidst the dark of times
who lied to us that manuscripts don't burn
once praised, they lost their names
as we behold the exodus of the dead
silent are the heroes
stones will shed no tears
you never knew the pain
and never have you sought
red-eyed, red-eyed redeemers
the hate machine
it grinds the living
wake me, shake me, give me strength
so that i can see
flame and rage and massiveness of deformity
turned to dust with ashen faces
debris of a dream
grim spectator of a thing never meant to be
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Vantablack
06:46
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each of us is a precipice
with a slumbering dark
swarming demons dwelling deep
waiting just for a spark
for a man to be a man
with the beast on a leash
give us law, lock us up in rules
give us roles to play
a blind spot is what it craves, for it never sleeps
sloppy gods, a broken code, power uncontrolled
twilight of the soul closing in on me
at the gates I stand to my vantaback
no machine will calculate any thought that is black
seers cannot prophesize when a heart bears a crack
each of us is a paradox with a chaos inside
bearing masks of sanity with a predator’s snarl
always at war, always at war, man fights beast
longing for more, raging inside, begs for release
stigmatized, this must be brutal you, brutal me
power blinds, we're slaves of violence
power blinds, we're slaves of force
reason binds whatever's sinister
reason binds whatever's raw
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The Thirst
05:16
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son of crooked wisdom, doomed to trod the night
for the morning that never returned
longing for salvation, reaching out for help
cast into the maze of a sinister design
there’s no escaping it
there’s no refusing it
there’s no resisting it
you will forever feel…
thirst, driven by the thirst
and you don’t know the reason
stalk, eyes dimmed with hunger
crawl through the coldness of night
run, you’re the ultimate hunter
charge, what you do must feel right
deep down an engine of malice
in the veins a fuel of hate
you’re the eyes of a cruel creator
you’re the hands of a hideous mind
every step brings closer to downfall
thirst will brand up your name
"That’s the curse, isn’t it? When you’re not good at what you love, and good at something you would hate.
<…>
There were gods who needed to be worshipped and placated, and the currency for that was blood."
― Jo Nesbø
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War of Hypocrites
04:27
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want them to engrave your name
on the slates of time
have them elevate your name
blinded by your fame
time, a loan shark, you don't care,
let them play their games
they have eyes, yet they can't see
what they pay for fame
the eater of past, the slayer of sound
the furnace of egos, is here, for your soul
an ugly division between the two names
a desperate conflict between the two selves
a scalpel of grievance dissects shameful past
the wound is reopened the secret unleashed
once a slave of vanity dragged into the shame
once a sky of golden stars now a pit of truths
when it’s one, it's many more,
plague of scathing blame
good and bad, much like a war,
faces fall like rain
curtains catch fire, stage crumbles down
hypocrite empire, who will take the crown?
let the war begin, see whose lies will win
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Worshipped and Cursed
05:17
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flames reach high, scorching the clouds
thrones of gods licked by the sun
here’s the might, the power of word
bend the will, sharpen the blindness
lead them to the light, show the only truth
your god is right, your god is right
you’re at the gate, your faith is right
hide your voices, mask your dreams
the storm is very near
blow your candles, burn your scripts
these walls can see and hear
just like a giant rocking the world
a new revelation, a demolishing word
pull down the faces older than time
what was a virtue is now a crime
worshipped and cursed
whatever you believed in a whisper in the ash
whoever gave you wisdom a prophet in a cage
faith reeks torture
flames reach high, scorching the clouds
faces of gods in the dust of time
here’s the might, the power of unfaith
vicious blow on what was once a law
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The Lurking Fear
04:51
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8. |
Grand Betrayal
07:11
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what is your part in this cruel play
they roll the dice on your fateful day
pull on a mask, a grin slits your face
you’re a half human, you feed on disgrace
what could go wrong
instincts and feelings, the game is on
What hides inside
eater of conscience, slayer of light
wondering about the human mind
in the corners only rats to find
sickening sight of turning into beasts
all we feared was suddenly released
unbound, untied, unleashed
craving for the shameful bliss
unseen, unfelt, untaught
waiting to make you
commit the grand betrayal
these walls will one day crumble
expose the rotten core
your naked self revealing
the base, the mean, the worst
"Darkness reveals truths that no sun can bring to light, for inside the heart of man resides a beast, only tamed by the shackles of the day." - Felix O. Hartmann
everything that’s bleeding
everything that suffers
everything that’s dying
everything that’s dead
a grand betrayal of what we're meant to be
a grand betrayal, a gruesome psycho spree
a grand betrayal, the vile will rule your world
a grand betrayal, you've heard the primal call
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Vonnegut Chelyabinsk, Russia
Formed midway through summer 2015, Vonnegut set off as a duo of Pavel Kryukov (all music composition and performance) and Alex Bartholomew (lyrics and vocals). The band draws its musical inspirations from oldschool death, yet stores its lyrics in soulsearching, social, and philosophical domains. In early 2018, Konstantin Ogarkov joined the band as a permanent member. ... more
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