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Chastisement: "Alleviation Of Pain" – 2002

энциклопедия: Chastisement

Состав группы:

  • Nils Fjellström – ударные
  • Johan Klitkou – вокал
  • Tommy Larsson – гитара, бас
  • Marcus Edvardsson – гитара

Chastisement: "Alleviation Of Pain" – 2002

Композиции:

  1. Another Pace
  2. Destructutorial
  3. Soul Evasion
  4. The Journey
  5. Tsavo – The Land Of Slaughter
  6. Time Zone Zero
  7. Disowned
  8. World Beyond
  9. Joie De Vivre
  10. Redeemer
  11. I Am You
  12. Disgust
  13. A New Dawn

Лирика

1. Another Pace

(инструментал)

2. Destructutorial

A silent tear of fear I supress.
I'm aware that high above,
an assembly of unkown states end is near.
I raise my hands in the air
and welcome the definite alleviation of pain.

Purify! Annihilation of mankind will occure and I smile to myself.
I look at the crowd, an unaccountable fear of the unkown.
I can see it in their eyes.

Tear the persistant maze, end the pointless days.

Cornered by darkness a young girl I see,
her plastic friend she hugs so close, I face her and smile.
The end is near, the light is here, no need to be afraid.

Purify! Annihilation of mankind will occure and I smile to myself.

I close her eyes so she will see the point being me.
We raise our hands together as one
and welcome holocaust as our friend.
We will meet at the end. When death picks me I wave to the unfree.

Tear the persistant maze, end the pointless days.

3. Soul Evasion

Be! Holding myself when I'm hunting them down.
Reading my mind, connection denied.
Forget about those who were slain upon my wrath.

Samples recorded and victims painful angst.

Join me, follow and watch all of the
restless, painful, hateful and dying.

Bypassed short circuits. Half human, controlled by remote.
Scan the surroundings, search everlastning voluntears.

Connected to a pulse generator.
Half human, half machine, converted to unknown.
Controlled by something so inhuman
Chosen and handpicked as their blood is being spilt.
Connectors attached, sensoring my flesh.
No more humans, killing spree.

Bypassed short circuits. Half human, controlled by remote.
Scan the surroundings, search everlastning voluntears.

You made me believe. What you have done to me erased my soul.

Be! Holding myself when I'm hunting them down.
Reading my mind, connection denied.
Forget about those who were slain upon my wrath.

Samples recorded and victims painful angst.

Join me, follow and watch all of the
restless, painful, hateful and dying.

Bypassed short circuits. Half human, controlled by remote.
Scan the surroundings, search everlastning voluntears.

4. The Journey

(инструментал)

5. Tsavo – The Land Of Slaughter

A journey through ones eyes and I gaze into the light.
Infernal screams paint this world in different shades of red

Empty eyes stare at me, false belief of the untrue ones.
Eternal sleep awaits, millions of hands raised in the air.
Scream! Reach the top of their voices!
The time to strike is now.

Eye, behold the wisdom of few, reincarnation.
Deeds of minority form this world.
Reincarnation untrue.

A thousand miles above, to sounds of roars I watch the bricks fall.
The newborn ones tell no lies,
still they share the same air as the dumb.

Feel no fear, feel no regret. They have showed us the way.

Eye, behold the wisdom of few, reincarnation.
And I laugh at the crowd.
Reincarnation untrue.

You fired blanks at my icon,
take my hand and I'll guide you to the end.

Different patterns, they all end up the same.
Different shadows that blend with death.
Be prepared to die, the sick and twisted shall walk in line.
Behold the wisdom of few, reincarnation untrue.

Eye, behold the wisdom of few, reincarnation!
Extreme aggression, a prelude to perfection.
Reincarnation untrue.

Know, this is the last step, we are already at the end.

6. Time Zone Zero

Across the silver sky, we know this is genocide.
Life turns inside out, nothing is as it seems.

Acts of yesterday become your journey of today.
This is real, this is true – in Time Zone Zero.
Reading the paper, what's new today?
The headline says yesterday.

Past becomes present. Present meets future.
Origin meets Time Zone Zero in the unclosed circle.

No, no one can tell, this ain't hell?

Blood shaped as hexagon tears fills the sky from below
and we all seem to fly.

Acts of yesterday become your journey of today.
This is real, this is true – in Time Zone Zero.
Reading the paper, what's new today?
The headline says yesterday.

7. Disowned

The masses walk towards the oppressive warmth of the fire.
The unholy will burn and so shall I.

The elder spoke of the day and we laughted in their faces.
Now we have to pay the price.

The chapter labeled portrayal of hell has begun
and everyone will go through sheer hell.

We live on borrowed time.
Those who hold the knowledge despise us,
only flames can clean us all.

Repudiate, repudiate.
Signs, words written in beginning of time.
Repudiate, purification began.
Welcome, inhale feelings that consist of despair.
Spawn of lies spewes out seductive excuses.
Signs, words written in beginning of time.
Repudiate, purification began.
A wave of new fresh meet will swallow you and I
and we'll pick a piece of the great undefined

We're aiming for the peak of pleasure.
We're moving towards the end and we don't hear the
doors slam shut behind us.

The elder spoke of the day and we laughted in their faces.
Now we have to pay the price.

Repudiate, repudiate.
Signs, words written in beginning of time.
Repudiate, purification began.
Make them believe, this cure makes you pure.
Make them believe, today we all fall.
Signs, words written in beginning of time.
Repudiate, purification began.
A wave of new fresh meet will swallow you and I
and we'll pick a piece of the great undefined.

8. World Beyond

The drip, drip, drip of blood drains me, I feel cold.
My eyes turn inside out and I can see the inside of my soul.

My old, torn hand points in the air.
I still feel I'm aiming for you.
Out of reach, I somehow fly above.

Behind my closed eyes I see, I see the world beyond,
where I can feel your pain, where I can taste your pain.

Attack!

The greatest gift, the lie untold, the past calls.
The sign was there, now I know, the lie was I.

Behind my closed eyes I see, I see the world beyond,
where I can feel your pain, where I can taste your pain,
where I take my place in the hall of tortured souls.

My number has been picked. Stand tall and strong.
As I walk through the tormentors mind I leave my hell behind.
Feel world beyond, taste world beyond.

9. Joie De Vivre

(инструментал)

10. Redeemer

Before my eyes a dark blue sky.
The mortal ones they drown in lies.
Hate in a new shape.
Within the flames a new breed walkes.
Fetus of hate. Possession, fate.

Our apathy has been punctured by those.
We've been consumed by a firestorm.
Saviour, we call upon thee.

Born in an illusion of yours
I'm what you supress, try to forget.
Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours.

You are to me like an open book,
on page one you will find a human sacrifice.

This you call life. Just an illusion of mine.
This you call life. It equals a handfull of pathetic lies.

11. I Am You

This day everything ends, your removal has just been delayed.
This day no child is born, I am the one who makes the call.
Your time is mine, your fate I hold in my hands.
I laugh at you and your pathetic kind of race.

No one is spared, you have had your time.
I tried to make you see, make you feel.
Now armageddon is called upon thee, this vengeance is mine.
Deep inside yourself you knew this time had to come,
to erase the humankind.
I am you! Am I? I'm you! Everything ends.

Bloodshed, my day.
I will make you pay, this is the judgement day.
No need to say goodbye, no one will be there to listen.
No need to pray, this is not an option.
Gather around me, open your eyes, your removal has begun.

12. Disgust

I'm the dot that you never notice, bloodshed.
I'm the blade that separates filth from soul.
I'm the knife deep in your back, kneel before me.
I'm the one that cries for attack.
Behold!

The voices are closing in.
A wall of corpses you create, for shelter, for hope.
You try to run, you try to flee,
but on your knees you'll be when I correct the flaw of life.

You are a defect, a mistake from above.
You make me puke, you poison the air.
An auction of pain, the higest bidder is I.
In complete joy I would leave your remains to rot.
I control your degree of pain.
Behold!

The voices are closing in.
A wall of corpses you create, for shelter, for hope.
You try to run, you try to flee,
but on your knees you'll be when I correct the flaw of life.
An abscess.

House of cards, Chastisement – bad seed

I'm condecending, I'm pain.
I'm the one, it feeds my vain.
I tear your wall, when it fall you will cease.
You are filth, you make me puke.
An abscess.

I'm the cancer that eats you alive, torture.
I'm the blade that slit your fucking veins.

You are filth, you make me puke!

The voices are closing in.
A wall of corpses you create, for shelter, for hope.
You try to run, you try to flee,
but on your knees you'll be when I correct the flaw of life.

13. A New Dawn

A humming noice from within.
The masks fall off their faces.
Like thousands and thousands before, they know this is the core.

I will lead you to a new dawn.
Know my world of pain.
I will take away your freedom.
No! Change your way of interpreting life.
You'll see the maladjusted children.

Parse, dissect my brain, let the sane stay chained.
Listen to this cloud of mine and I'll open your well-shut eyes.

Remoulded megalomania invalidates remorse,
earth scarred by the progress.
Selfishness.

Take a look in the mirror,
behold the dark reflection of your supressed desires.
A world where you can be whole, where you can find peace.

I will lead you to a new dawn.
Know my world of pain.
I will take away your freedom.
No! Change your way of interpreting life.
You'll see the maladjusted children.

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