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Trauma

by Rise of Tyrants

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Never Relent 04:14
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Master of illusion who pours false hopes in fools i've long been exposed to your dirty game. Your make-up miserably drains from your face showing me what you are: jester in a theater of failed old men. You bring around your show, always trying to pull the strings of the puppets which you please to call your friends The stink of your shame can't be hidden anymore The castles built on your lies are going to crumble I will not to tolerate all of your behaviours You shall pay for all your misfits cause i need to taste your blood You search for compassion while you're building a false and distorted reality. I will tear off your sneer and i'll sew it on my mouth while dancing on the ashes of your life. Two eyes for one eye is the law i've chosen for you This is the end of your time now i come to make you mine You don't deserve anything but pain You don't deserve anything but hate My hate for you
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To Desecrate 04:32
You preach poverty while your gown is red by the blood of the creatures your god says he loves. Your dirty lair, improperly torn in the middle of the eternal city, is the sign of your absolute control on the weak souls, raped by your pathetic promises. The pain seed two thousand years ago your bastard fathers had planted and growed with blood, is now ready to fade. Villain, dirty rapist pedophile, with which cussed desire do you take your old sheeps to young pastures? Is it maybe for the umpteenth time a wish of your creator? Or is it the habit of a poor moron sublimed by gold and devotion of your fanatic proselytes? The mithria, the pallium and the veil, everything burns. You preach poverty while your gown is red by the blood of the creatures your god says he loves. New innocent lives without choice eclipsed by corrupted voices. Ancient homicides buried under tons of lies False hope of eternal salvation sold to desperate people. The white altars and the gold thrones crumbling away into dust Now belivers' worship is rust.
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I feel the shadow advances like the plague it doesn't dicriminate it destroys everything it faces it leaves nothing but despair The fire of the pyres will not be enough to melt the ice in my veins These walls will not be enough to oppose to the death's breath Persecution Destruction Impotence Subjugation There's no way out for us Buried above the ground Workers and products in this death factory I feel the shadow advance like the plague it doesn't dicriminate it destroys everything it faces it leaves nothing but despair The slaughter praise The hatred ritual To give soul to abomination To baptize it with blood The fall of a city The human defeat
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Pathetic attempt to keep the control She has never had on her life Crushed by anguish between screaming walls She writes a story nobody can understand In the dark she asks for blood She paints alone her misery Sculpting the flesh The red owherwelms and she forgets And in her mouth the sour Of too many sunrises It's a new day It's a new agony She throws up the remains of her black soul She prays for the end of screams She hears the call of the blade Now silence comes. She writes a story Nobody can understand She has no defense against herself She hides the pain inside herself
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A black seed has been sown the flower of evil will grow The fall of primal order left the world in disorder Faith towards useless idols will bring endless failure The grace of your gods won't save you from this cold Obeying to all your gods is not a part of us Sowers of chaos reborn from the dirt A black seed has been sown the flower of evil will grow If the order will fail we must let the chaos reign Lacerate your mind Only death we'll find
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Instinct 05:58
My feeling is so far from the rabble's theories I have no past of abuse and I don't present disorders every action of mine comes from the most cynic and cold logic After having tasted every kind of pain and dissolution I'm going to carry out the nature will in its highest expression. In the survival race, the strong moves foward eliminating the useless. So I regain my essence leaving myself to instincts squeezing you, feeding myself with you, celebrating your death And since the weak finds his maximum realization quenching his master's thirst with his own blood, how could I oppose to the original balance of things? Why should i hide behind morality while the natural order imposes the death of the many for the reign of the few? So I regain my essence leaving myself to instincts squeezing you, feeding myself with you, celebrating your death Naked on the altar, you don't need chains. You, obedient and silent bride, will be always mine as a slave without life
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Bloodlust 03:51
I sink into oblivion of memories which i try to rip away from my head. This feeling that consumes from the inside and covers with ashes all that surrounds me Bloodlust revenge is my only reason of life I will stain my soul with tears of blood. The scorn is creeping under my skin. Suffering now is holding tight my hand. I will sew a hatred mask on my face There is no redemption I will not repent There is no compassion This is my revenge Bloodlust Blood
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Five Seconds 04:59
Five seconds A groan The disillusion Here comes the silence Repulsion and anxiety The desire to escape The fog drops and i realize what you really are Voluptuous corpse Economic toy The minor of my tails Flesh feeds other flesh Your love gives nothing it calls the smoke affinity The most beautiful words in exchange for the lowest instincts your love creates disgust. It's the result of all your lacks Hunting dead animals somebody can enjoy this. Socially satisfied totally rotten inside Hanging a trophy won with a lie What you are to me? just a tick on the list I will never be the plaster for the emptiness of your days

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released February 3, 2014

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