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Exordium
Members | |
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Current | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Bass, Vocals (2003-present) |
Member(bands): Sacrilegious Impalement, Unburied | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars (1996-present) |
Member(bands): Oath | |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals (1996-present) |
Atte Karstila | Drums (1997-present) |
Member(bands): Goatsodomy, Sacrilegious Impalement (live), Oath, Maiden Hell, Evil Angel (live), Sacrificial Dagger | |
Past | |
Mikko Salopino | Bass, Vocals (1997-1999) |
Member(bands): Viraga |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Exordium | EP | 2001 | Show album |
2 | Crushing the Holy Trinity | Split | 2005 | Show album |
3 | Nihil I.N.R.I | Single | 2005 | Show album |
4 | Mass of Bestial Blasphemy | Live album | 2007 | Show album |
5 | In Wrath Principle | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
Exordium
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2001 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-012 | 10" vinyl | Limited edition |
2004 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-012 | CD |
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Band members | |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marko Malmioja | Artwork |
Jukka Arola | Mixing |
Toni Kemppainen | Design |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Exordium | 02:59 | |
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2. | Breeding Hate | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
As our wrath were gathered... No longer fields of the dead couldn’t wait our sacrifice. We sacrificed ourselves to the angel of the hypochrist’s. There were no mercy! No mercy! ...for the wasted lives... for the desecrated souls... And so the seeds of desecrated screamed our names in the hearts of disappearing life. Our blasphemy breed hatred upon the upcoming memories. Disturbance upon the empty minds. Fall from the twisted virtuosness to unconscious hate. Denying their commandments without knowing. Show me your love when I turn it to hate. |
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3. | Darkending Path | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Fantasy of my growing hell is not far. Visions of the flames has already been seen here. These halls of god burn my soul with wrath. Which is fed by christian weakness. Wrath grows more and more inside of me... Against the humans when they come my way. Their "joy" of life turns to hate in my world. Let them wallow in their own weakness, when my spiritual strenght grows more and more. With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind and this is my chosen path of life. The children of god are trying to reach illusion of love but I can’t pity them, I am above of god’s love. I have to reach to my gates of hell all by my own. My true nature comes forth in the loneliness. From deep chasms of my thoughts I burn in wrath. Flesh and blood is what I hunger. I have raped mind of a priest... I have desecrated god’s sheep... I have caused fear to christian souls to serve my needs... But, still my path just begun. How far can I go? With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind. This is my chosen path of life. |
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4. | Cursed Flesh | 11:43 | Show lyrics |
Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I have discovered the realm of this cosmic world. It is calling my name. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. I have seen those times when I can travel to the astral form of the unknown world of mine. These discoverings grows my hunger to enter deeper darkest sources of my nature. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... Answers that have lead me to shadows in the valley of death. No power of life and light cant beat the powers of mine. Death comes to my goal of this time. Hatred upon the spiritiual cowards. Lack of loneliness speaks lies about our death. Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... I die alone with blood in my hands without regret. |
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Crushing the Holy Trinity
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3CD | |
July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3 12" vinyls |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daren | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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Disc 2 - Son | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
Nihil I.N.R.I
Members | |
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Band members | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Bass, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums, Bass |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Atte Karstila | Engineering |
Tuukka Karstila | Layout |
Toni Kemppainen | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Wrathprayer | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Instead you prey, bleed for me. The silence slain for storm to born. The grasps of cold are tighten in the bloodshed fields bodies writhe. You fantasize for the hope to breathe fire to your soul. Hate me with all your faith. Drown me in your chants. Slightly you are above the demons (that you despise).Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. Instead you prey, bleed for me. The jesus from your soul. Bemoaning herds of gentle heart (petrified). Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Deathcold Road | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
Defeated flesh, unveiled and bare with the wrath crawling. Death cold road. Beyond words you agitate the power unseized, insane with lust devouring these hopes of never seen dawn. And the faces of pasts severity mold to the idols of cowering. Stolen roads of redemption, in heaven our shadows won’t be tained. Not for one but for many will these lies be told. Not for one shall cries fall from heaven. Not for one shall tears fall from heaven. Stolen roads of redemption, the endeared nothingness. In hell your souls will be raped. |
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07:56 |
Mass of Bestial Blasphemy
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Band members | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Bass, Vocals |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Waltteri Myllynen | Guitars (on track 8) |
Tracks | |||
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Tyrannia Martyrum | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realm of martyrs granted to us as a precious virtue. Disorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance. To hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating love. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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2. | Death Cold Road | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Defeated flesh, unveiled and bare with the wrath crawling. Death cold road. Beyond words you agitate the power unseized, insane with lust devouring these hopes of never seen dawn. And the faces of pasts severity mold to the idols of cowering. Stolen roads of redemption, in heaven our shadows won’t be tained. Not for one but for many will these lies be told. Not for one shall cries fall from heaven. Not for one shall tears fall from heaven. Stolen roads of redemption, the endeared nothingness. In hell your souls will be raped. |
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3. | Craving Vehemence | 03:04 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its cauterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight sears exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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4. | Language of the Dying | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
I’m your surreal breath, twisting their mings. Like deadweight, like final burden. Declintion like lead in your veins. I tremble your sacred paths, and through the unsacred realms. Time won’t tie me. And the iron reality - lifelong and endlessly grim. I hear the language of the dying, all senseless of all divine? I breath the shadows engaged to your visions. With dead rites concealed? Of does the time bend for me? | |||
5. | Cursed Flesh | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Thousands of nights I have wondered these questions of life. Of this darkending, cold life I have discovered the realm of this cosmic world. It is calling my name. I can always see the final entrance to the byond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. I have seen those times when I can travel to the astral form of unknown worlds of mine. These discoverings grows my hunger to enter deeper darkest sources of my nature. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless. Every answer creates ten questions. Answers that have lead me to shadows in the valley of death. No power of life and light cant beat the powers of time. Death comes to my goal of this time. Hatred upon the spiritual cowards. Lack of loneliness speaks lies about our death. Thousands of nights I have wondered these questions of life. Of this darkending, cold life. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. |
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6. | Wrathprayer | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Instead you prey, bleed for me. The silence slain for storm to born. The grasps of cold are tighten in the bloodshed fields bodies writhe. You fantasize for the hope to breathe fire to your soul. Hate me with all your faith. Drown me in your chants. Slightly you are above the demons (that you despise).Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. Instead you prey, bleed for me. The jesus from your soul. Bemoaning herds of gentle heart (petrified). Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. | |||
7. | Breeding Hate | 03:03 | Show lyrics |
As our wrath were gathered... No longer fields of the dead couldn’t wait our sacrifice. We sacrificed ourselves to the angel of the hypochrist’s. There were no mercy! No mercy! ...for the wasted lives... for the desecrated souls... And so the seeds of desecrated screamed our names in the hearts of disappearing life. Our blasphemy breed hatred upon the upcoming memories. Disturbance upon the empty minds. Fall from the twisted virtuosness to unconscious hate. Denying their commandments without knowing. Show me your love when I turn it to hate. |
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8. | Unevangel | 08:38 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providencethat raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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40:00 |
In Wrath Principle
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 8th, 2008 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-060 | CD | |
October 6th, 2009 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-060 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
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Band members | |
Atte Karstila | Drums, Bass |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Toni Kemppainen | Cover art, Photography |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art concept |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Engineering, Mixing |
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1. | Nocturnal King | 06:27 | |
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2. | Waste Confession | 05:18 | |
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3. | Death Cold Road | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Defeated flesh, unveiled and bare with the wrath crawling. Death cold road. Beyond words you agitate the power unseized, insane with lust devouring these hopes of never seen dawn. And the faces of pasts severity mold to the idols of cowering. Stolen roads of redemption, in heaven our shadows won’t be tained. Not for one but for many will these lies be told. Not for one shall cries fall from heaven. Not for one shall tears fall from heaven. Stolen roads of redemption, the endeared nothingness. In hell your souls will be raped. |
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4. | Pyre of Resistance | 06:06 | |
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5. | Language of the Dying | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
I’m your surreal breath, twisting their mings. Like deadweight, like final burden. Declintion like lead in your veins. I tremble your sacred paths, and through the unsacred realms. Time won’t tie me. And the iron reality - lifelong and endlessly grim. I hear the language of the dying, all senseless of all divine? I breath the shadows engaged to your visions. With dead rites concealed? Of does the time bend for me? | |||
6. | Wrathprayer | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Instead you prey, bleed for me. The silence slain for storm to born. The grasps of cold are tighten in the bloodshed fields bodies writhe. You fantasize for the hope to breathe fire to your soul. Hate me with all your faith. Drown me in your chants. Slightly you are above the demons (that you despise).Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. Instead you prey, bleed for me. The jesus from your soul. Bemoaning herds of gentle heart (petrified). Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. | |||
31:41 |
Exordium
Members | |
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Band members | |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marko Malmioja | Artwork |
Jukka Arola | Mixing |
Toni Kemppainen | Design |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art |
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Side A | |||
1. | Exordium | 02:59 | |
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2. | Breeding Hate | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
As our wrath were gathered... No longer fields of the dead couldn’t wait our sacrifice. We sacrificed ourselves to the angel of the hypochrist’s. There were no mercy! No mercy! ...for the wasted lives... for the desecrated souls... And so the seeds of desecrated screamed our names in the hearts of disappearing life. Our blasphemy breed hatred upon the upcoming memories. Disturbance upon the empty minds. Fall from the twisted virtuosness to unconscious hate. Denying their commandments without knowing. Show me your love when I turn it to hate. |
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3. | Darkending Path | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Fantasy of my growing hell is not far. Visions of the flames has already been seen here. These halls of god burn my soul with wrath. Which is fed by christian weakness. Wrath grows more and more inside of me... Against the humans when they come my way. Their "joy" of life turns to hate in my world. Let them wallow in their own weakness, when my spiritual strenght grows more and more. With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind and this is my chosen path of life. The children of god are trying to reach illusion of love but I can’t pity them, I am above of god’s love. I have to reach to my gates of hell all by my own. My true nature comes forth in the loneliness. From deep chasms of my thoughts I burn in wrath. Flesh and blood is what I hunger. I have raped mind of a priest... I have desecrated god’s sheep... I have caused fear to christian souls to serve my needs... But, still my path just begun. How far can I go? With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind. This is my chosen path of life. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Cursed Flesh | 11:43 | Show lyrics |
Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I have discovered the realm of this cosmic world. It is calling my name. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. I have seen those times when I can travel to the astral form of the unknown world of mine. These discoverings grows my hunger to enter deeper darkest sources of my nature. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... Answers that have lead me to shadows in the valley of death. No power of life and light cant beat the powers of mine. Death comes to my goal of this time. Hatred upon the spiritiual cowards. Lack of loneliness speaks lies about our death. Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... I die alone with blood in my hands without regret. |
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23:52 |
Exordium
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Band members | |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marko Malmioja | Artwork |
Jukka Arola | Mixing |
Toni Kemppainen | Design |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art |
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1. | Exordium | 02:59 | |
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2. | Breeding Hate | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
As our wrath were gathered... No longer fields of the dead couldn’t wait our sacrifice. We sacrificed ourselves to the angel of the hypochrist’s. There were no mercy! No mercy! ...for the wasted lives... for the desecrated souls... And so the seeds of desecrated screamed our names in the hearts of disappearing life. Our blasphemy breed hatred upon the upcoming memories. Disturbance upon the empty minds. Fall from the twisted virtuosness to unconscious hate. Denying their commandments without knowing. Show me your love when I turn it to hate. |
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3. | Darkending Path | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Fantasy of my growing hell is not far. Visions of the flames has already been seen here. These halls of god burn my soul with wrath. Which is fed by christian weakness. Wrath grows more and more inside of me... Against the humans when they come my way. Their "joy" of life turns to hate in my world. Let them wallow in their own weakness, when my spiritual strenght grows more and more. With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind and this is my chosen path of life. The children of god are trying to reach illusion of love but I can’t pity them, I am above of god’s love. I have to reach to my gates of hell all by my own. My true nature comes forth in the loneliness. From deep chasms of my thoughts I burn in wrath. Flesh and blood is what I hunger. I have raped mind of a priest... I have desecrated god’s sheep... I have caused fear to christian souls to serve my needs... But, still my path just begun. How far can I go? With full of pride I search the strongest state of mind. This is my chosen path of life. |
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4. | Cursed Flesh | 11:43 | Show lyrics |
Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I have discovered the realm of this cosmic world. It is calling my name. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. I have seen those times when I can travel to the astral form of the unknown world of mine. These discoverings grows my hunger to enter deeper darkest sources of my nature. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... Answers that have lead me to shadows in the valley of death. No power of life and light cant beat the powers of mine. Death comes to my goal of this time. Hatred upon the spiritiual cowards. Lack of loneliness speaks lies about our death. Thousand’s of nights I have wondered these questions of life... ...of this darkening, cold life. I can always see the final entrance to the beyond. The moment when my soul parts from this prison of flesh. Dungeons of mind seems to be endless ... every answer creates ten questions ... I die alone with blood in my hands without regret. |
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23:52 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Members | |
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Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daren | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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Disc 2 - Son | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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33:18 | |||
Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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40:08 | |||
Disc 2 - Son | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
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1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
In Wrath Principle
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Atte Karstila | Drums, Bass |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Toni Kemppainen | Cover art, Photography |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art concept |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Engineering, Mixing |
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1. | Nocturnal King | 06:27 | |
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2. | Waste Confession | 05:18 | |
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3. | Death Cold Road | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Defeated flesh, unveiled and bare with the wrath crawling. Death cold road. Beyond words you agitate the power unseized, insane with lust devouring these hopes of never seen dawn. And the faces of pasts severity mold to the idols of cowering. Stolen roads of redemption, in heaven our shadows won’t be tained. Not for one but for many will these lies be told. Not for one shall cries fall from heaven. Not for one shall tears fall from heaven. Stolen roads of redemption, the endeared nothingness. In hell your souls will be raped. |
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4. | Pyre of Resistance | 06:06 | |
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5. | Language of the Dying | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
I’m your surreal breath, twisting their mings. Like deadweight, like final burden. Declintion like lead in your veins. I tremble your sacred paths, and through the unsacred realms. Time won’t tie me. And the iron reality - lifelong and endlessly grim. I hear the language of the dying, all senseless of all divine? I breath the shadows engaged to your visions. With dead rites concealed? Of does the time bend for me? | |||
6. | Wrathprayer | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Instead you prey, bleed for me. The silence slain for storm to born. The grasps of cold are tighten in the bloodshed fields bodies writhe. You fantasize for the hope to breathe fire to your soul. Hate me with all your faith. Drown me in your chants. Slightly you are above the demons (that you despise).Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. Instead you prey, bleed for me. The jesus from your soul. Bemoaning herds of gentle heart (petrified). Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. | |||
31:41 |
In Wrath Principle
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Atte Karstila | Drums, Bass |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Atte Karstila | Engineering, Mixing |
Toni Kemppainen | Cover art, Photography |
Jani Saajanaho | Cover art concept |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
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1. | Nocturnal King | 06:27 | |
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2. | Waste Confession | 05:18 | |
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3. | Death Cold Road | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
Defeated flesh, unveiled and bare with the wrath crawling. Death cold road. Beyond words you agitate the power unseized, insane with lust devouring these hopes of never seen dawn. And the faces of pasts severity mold to the idols of cowering. Stolen roads of redemption, in heaven our shadows won’t be tained. Not for one but for many will these lies be told. Not for one shall cries fall from heaven. Not for one shall tears fall from heaven. Stolen roads of redemption, the endeared nothingness. In hell your souls will be raped. |
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4. | Pyre of Resistance | 06:06 | |
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5. | Language of the Dying | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
I’m your surreal breath, twisting their mings. Like deadweight, like final burden. Declintion like lead in your veins. I tremble your sacred paths, and through the unsacred realms. Time won’t tie me. And the iron reality - lifelong and endlessly grim. I hear the language of the dying, all senseless of all divine? I breath the shadows engaged to your visions. With dead rites concealed? Of does the time bend for me? | |||
6. | Wrathprayer | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Instead you prey, bleed for me. The silence slain for storm to born. The grasps of cold are tighten in the bloodshed fields bodies writhe. You fantasize for the hope to breathe fire to your soul. Hate me with all your faith. Drown me in your chants. Slightly you are above the demons (that you despise).Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. Instead you prey, bleed for me. The jesus from your soul. Bemoaning herds of gentle heart (petrified). Kill me slowly with all your hate. I inhaled the coldest void, for the filth I yearn to crawl within. | |||
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