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1. Catharsis For The Buried [instrumental] 2. Entombment Of A Machine Brahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It breathes. What stands before us is not a machine it breathes, it will bleed and it will sleep [High Scream] AH! Its body is covered in hundreds of wires. The mouth attempts to speak But nothing comes out. Breee Breee My Wars. Kill With Permission And A World, A World Without, A World Without You. We Will Rise. The Dead Will Pride Bree Bree Beyond This Life, Sucks Life. And in My Life Come And Takes Your Life. Entombment of a machine. We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, With only delayed movements from its figure why it all begins to strain. Entombment of a machine Entombment of a machine What stands before us is not a machine [x2] My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program, this program kept you breathing, it kept you alive. These circuits diffused once more. Its body is covered in hundreds of wires. Its Body is Covered with a bunch of Wires This Is What This Controls From This Scream Entombment of a Machine But I saw It Die. But Now Its Alive. But I Saw It Dead. But I saw It Die. Breee So Lie Dies. Breee Why Life Dies 3. Relinquished Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague, time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place. At the grips of her own hands this woman carries her victims to their passing, they hold back tight. For when this woman arches back her skin sheds from her bare limbs, her own flesh begins to pile at her own feet. This disease continues to dilate as it immerses through the air, she can no longer hide what she is. Contamination grows in the town where she lays and sleeps, she can no longer hide what she is. Her people before her beg only for forgiveness as their flesh begins to peel from their bodies, their flesh pile at their own feet. 4. Knee Deep His landscape has been scorned with death. Once a city now laid to ash. A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions at his side. Chased away, consumed from his fixations, this mans life went down in flames. Chased away what he's created, his hunger grows. There is no end to this life of fixations, he remains a walking corpse as his legs will move forward. For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave more of the blood he seeks. When buried, his tomb will breathe, his hands will rise from his grave begging only for sleep. Dear father, I'll be waiting, I've saved you a seat in hell. For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child, he stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son. 5. The Rising Tide Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide. Attachment. They drift against a now reddened sea. These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose. Dozens of corpses buried at sea, they swim in their graves. They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment, the tide rises, the tide breaks. I hope I have made my last point, for the weak have fallen and I now stand alone. They now all swim in their own 6. Suspended By The Throat Goodbye, I'll mend your loss. Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of... Process Your ashes and embers will light up the skies. Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of... In process of, Your Suspending. Take My Hands, You'll be burned before their eyes. You'll be burned before their eyes. So let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of... Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of punishment. Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of punishment. Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of punishment. Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of... What more does it take, To see your death? What more must be done, To see you dead? Suspended Suspended Suspended by the throat. Tonight you'll die. Suspended by the throat. Tonight you'll die. Suspended by the throat. Tonight you'll die. What more can it take, To see your death? What more must be done, To see you hung? Let the carcass of the martyr burn, In the process of... No more. Just die. Suspended by the throat. Tonight you'll die Suspended by the throat. 7. Entities [Hidden Track] Hell stands still with an empty throne, with an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord. Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin which only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch. Thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other completely motionless. Over and over repeatedly this relentless process of hundreds upon thousands consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality. They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains. Over and over again. Far from its eternal home this demon stand over my crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired lungs and spreads my ribs wide open. This cancer now inhabits my chest in complete dormancy. I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs, my body turns cold, my organs shut down.  paroles ajoutées par Nagotar - Modifier ces paroles |  |
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