Deströyer 666 : Defiance

Thrash Black / Australia
(2009 - Season Of Mist)
Saber mais



Forged in the same fire, plagued by the same affliction
Born of the same blood, torn from the same womb
Oppressed by the same foe, encircled by the friends
Unleashed the egress from eden

Toe to toe, face to face
With the captors
Inch by inch take the ground
Drive them backwards

No distant bond will stay my hand
Drive the brethren from the land
Seeded from the same source
Now sewn in isolation
Thrust before the ice tides
Scattered on the wind

The barren and the fertile, the fallow and the fair, survival and extinction
Driven by internal fire, the continents collide
Unleashed, unleashed, the weapons of conquest
To the herd and the land, no more bonded
Driven by avarice, now absconded
The strands of fate entwine the worlds
As blood brenched standards are unfurled

Viral strain to decimate, in desperation retaliate
Stone and wood meet blade of steel, tectonic fate the kings annealed
Steel and plague, fire and lead, destiny manifest by the weapon of conquest
Which capricious fate delivers the world?
Can the fires that stir the molten core grant domination of the earth?


It's true what they say - the world's a mess and deserves no quarter,
and it's true you're out of my depth, your drowning in shallow water.

I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery!

Let revelation stock the world, unfurl the raging sea - let the tempest rise tonight and set the beast within free.

Another crisis, another fear - another prophecy to declare one more tirade,
another lie - another reason to despise.

I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery!

With eyes of the cobra that spit out death,
like a shark coming from the black depths,
and we'll die as it all once began - like a burning fire brand.
So tear at the sky with razor sharp talons.
Lacerate, fly high - burn!


I bring you abject decadence
I glorify the violence of cowards and fools
I sell your lives like cattle and whore your daughters to the world
I am Alpha Omega. And I can pedal desires like drugs
– get your crack whores high like dogs.
I can rant and rave any liberalist shit
– Do my ways appease you, does my cruelty please you? You seek arrogance like a dog seeks his master’s hand. Blood for Blood

So where is it we find ourselves?
Once around and back again, is this how it was meant
– that we should end like this? I think not.
Have the Gods not failed enough, that we must conjure more?
Why confuse the issue with endless metaphor
– why say anything at all?

But this is not our way
– not you not I
We shall have our day, we shall defy
We shall not cower beneath the tyrant’s heel,
before the master’s whip we shall not yield.
We will never die.
We shall not break,
we shall not kneel – we will always fight.
You will always hear… Hear our war cry.
Blood for Blood!


The Ionian fire – it flickers and falls in the cold wind.
In the streets, the cities ablaze – the final descent, the spirals turning; the barricades are breaking.
At breakneck speed, a celestial pestilence descends upon the world and delivers a sacred gift of everlasting death.

Annihilate, envenom, impregnate!
Decimate – reduce to ashes.
A war of attrition – a sullen contrition, the stench of redemption – we have no need of your salvation

Get on board the ship, it’s sinking – the barricades are breaking!
Raise the standard from the broken city wall – another harbinger of doom, a herald of annihilation.
Can’t you hear the wolves at the door? The barricades are breaking.


Spare me false modesty and feigned indignation
Your pride, like your vanity betrays your consternation.
And your rhetoric of victory - your visionary deceit:
Stolen words and deeds defiled with conceit!
For who is it that you sing and so proudly proclaim?
For your own posterity, or a braver youth?
Do not pity their squalid fucking mess
A follower of Dreams is a follower no less

Some believe that without hope man is surely lost.
I, on the other hand, will gladly cut the rope.
On to all those disillusioned souls,
drunk with desire - narcissistic fools!
Courage of our convictions we do not lack
lack of desperation holds us back.
Each one tied to his own ideal,
so spare me your piety: I'll see you all in Hell!

It is not faith in eternal life that guides me now,
but the fact that I know I've not long to live.
None have long for this world -
so seize every night, every waking hour:
breathe every moment, this is our
Last Will and Testament. A stand of defiance!
I will not go down with the white flag.

Scarred, but not beaten.
We are not Defeated!

A stand Defiant - a will to triumph!

Scarred, but not beaten.
We are not Defeated!

A will to triumph,
A stand Defiant.


No gleaming temple forever stands -
your fools lay beneath, beneath the shifting sands.
No endless darkness, no blinding light -
no treasured ideal, not one vice.

No sacred law, no holy command -
no final verdict to which we are damned.
No Armageddon, no final rest
and no paradise beyond our death.
For no word of the wise, no law benign
will ever change the wolf and the lion.

All revolution - all salvation,
never as they predict!
All solutions and all revelations
lead a path to conflict.

Not one penance, not one resolute -
not one confession, no matter how true.
No blood that is spilt or life cut short,
in the name of the father, the mother, the cause.

Utopia is dead!

So what remains as I walk through the ashes,
a trail of blood, our blood and our scars?
Well, our questions betray us - our hopes and our fears,
relinquish both and then you may hear.

No dream of the wise, no law benign
will ever change the wolf and the lion.


When every fool is given a voice
and every fool is given the right -
through the deafening roar of the maddening crowd
you just might hear the drums resounding.

A momentary lapse of Treason on the multinational stage,
A linear history manifest; a mass delusion by bequest.
Now, in this age of reason a million righteous fools
invoke a million Gods, as in the age of stone -

Christians and Zionist Jews, Crescent Moon peasants,
Marxist tyrants and childless hypocrites.
Tell me where the truth lies,
and I'll tell you which lie is truth.
Another fucking cliché to misconstrue!

Men of ursury, count your corn -
you'd be better to count your days.
Women of perjury, you'll rue the night
you gave yourself away.
Narcotic child: come you'll see -
I fear not for your soul has fled from thee.

So beware the lure of religion
and beware the voice of idealism -
cast off the garb of your eloquence,
your romantic vision and their pretense.

Fuck them all, all ye of little faith -
let the Wolves Awaken!
Fuck the all, each and every one:
a thousand plagues upon them!

"By god you're cunning, they never knew, behind the vision there was you. You are cold, like a shadow, like a knife in the lives of the shallow."

Fuck them all, each and every one -
a thousand plagues upon them!

Fuck them all. Salt the earth and betray them -
if there's a god above, then hear my call:
a thousand plagues upon them.
One last request to wish them Hell.

My epitaph - my final word:
a thousand plagues upon them.


Is it with sadness you hang your head, or shame?
Is it your burden that leaves you blood-stained?
No song, no words, will ease your regret.
No drug, no love will let you forget.

For they are but fleeting, like words in the wind -
wild nights, sobered by the dawn.
For they are without meaning - like honourless men,
broken vows laid bare before the dawn.

Like a wild dog ensnared you'll eat yourself free,
to rejoin the shadow of the hunting jaguar.
I once believe I held the answer in the palm of my hand,
and toyed with it like a child.

Worth, not worth dying for.
Worth living aloud
I question everything.

On the brink of self annihilation,
a lightning strike revelation-
how easily that we lie
for shallow love and hollow pride.
How vainly we do attempt
to stem the tide of consciousness,
how easily we are led on the merry dance to our death.

How entranced we are by the fire,
or enslaved to our own desires.
Human, all too Human!

Watch the Naked ape groveling before the stars -
scratching at the sky,
Your trials and tribulations,
they reek of self infatuation


I am the wind
I am the sea,
Every idle belief, every grief

And I am the dessert sands,
that moves like the Serpent

And I am the rivers flow and the arc of orion´s bow
And I am the howling scream, the nightmare
and the waking dream

And I speak the hallowed and accursed word
I am life I am death, the ageless prayer unheard
I am the truth, I am lies, the dark and the light
The twisting of winged serpents, and of madness

The Holy one and the betrayer, the birth and murder of love
And I am the paradox, all that you perceive, everthing all at once
And they call him Abraxas, to see him means blindness, to worship him is death
To know him brings sickness, to fear him wisdom,
Not to resist brings liberation

And call as you might I shall not listen
For I am nothing, I am all I am Indifferent

Ledras adicionadas por Razort - Modificar estas letras