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Convulse: "World Without God" – 1992

энциклопедия: Convulse

Состав группы:

  • Rami Jämsä – вокал, гитара
  • Patti – бас
  • Juppo Paavola – ударные
  • Toni Honkala – гитара
  • Aki Yli-Salomäki – вокал

Convulse: "World Without God" – 1992

Композиции:

  1. Introduction
  2. World Without God
  3. Putrid Intercourse
  4. Incantation Of Restoration
  5. Blasphemous Verses
  6. False Religion
  7. Resuscitation Of Evilness
  8. Infernal End
  9. Godless Truth
  10. Powerstruggle Of Belief

Лирика

1. Introduction

(инструментал)

2. World Without God

According to your confined outlook
I'm punished into the mud
You think no-one could be right
Except you and your God

Who are you to give punishments
And tell who is right
Who are you to preach
Profligacy of life

I would accept your religion
If you could hold it yourself
Don't try to offer your visions
Because I have my owns

I suppose it's hard to be religious
When life can offer more
Don't despise those who live in sin
'Cause they only enjoy life

According to your confined outlook
I'm punished into the mud
You think no-one could be right
Except you and your God

Who are you to give punishments
And tell who is right
Who are you to preach
Profligacy of life

3. Putrid Intercourse

This cult is older than time itself
Generations have changed, but the ritual is the same
Connect your mind to our chorus of souls
Experience the act of the putrid flesh

Search your place in this carnal abuse
Dig the soul and desecrate the grave
When your bloody nails absorb the lid of the coffin
The time of the gratification is finally reached

I eat your eyes and I kiss your eye sockets
I splatter with your ravaged body
Nothing here on this fuckin' earth
Makes me feel so good

Oh my darling let me come
Deep inside of you
Hear my roar when I eat your ears
Feel my lust when I act to your corpse

Putrid intercourse... makes my satisfaction

Search your place in this carnal abuse
Dig the soul and desecrate the grave
When your bloody nails absorb the lid of the coffin
The time of the gratification is finally reached

Dismembered... corpses lie in the yard
Taste of putrid... is in your mouth
The evil world... is so far away

4. Incantation Of Restoration

Lusts are satisfied and
Graves are desecrated
The master raises his wand
And calls his faithful subordinates

He utters the unholy incantation
And starts this morbid ceremony
They pray for the vital power from unknown
So deceased corpses would live again

The wind of immortality
Blows the spirit into their souls

Mould under the tombstones
Ripples from movements of bones
Corpses rise from the graves
The invocation has come true

Cemetery has born to live
Legion of death performs their duty
The chosen are allowed to live
The others judgement will be death

Judgement will be death...

5. Blasphemous Verses

Pray and beseech from your holy bible
Perform the ceremonies from birth to death

You have your own rights
Which deny the blasphemy

But what do I have
Atheist who doesn't believe

Knock on the doors and violate domestic peace
Sell the salvation and I spit against your faces
Why do you have to intrude with your fuckin' Jesus books
It's against my views and injures my soul

Your faith is weak and only a deception
The holy bible proves against itself
Your faith is your opinion about religion
But real believer believes always himself

Your forefathers preached
That evilness is Satan

Knock on the doors and violate domestic peace
Sell the salvation and I spit against your faces
Why do you have to intrude with your fuckin' Jesus books
It's against my views and injures my soul

Your faith is weak and only a deception
The holy bible proves against itself
Your faith is your opinion about religion
But real believer believes always himself

Pray and beseech from your holy bible
Perform the ceremonies from birth to death

6. False Religion

Over and over again they tell when it's time
To leave this world where we live
The prophecy they predict cannot be true
If the year 1914 is the turning point
Why do we still live

Immortal life destroys your vision
Paradise world is not for you
Wars don't end when you believe in God
Humanity won't be saved

Burn the bible
Desert God and prophecies
Ignore the Jehovahs
And the life goes on the way it does

Shadows from beyond of the end
Surround those hypocrisy believers
Mist of the rising life
Folds believers into morbid death

Over and over again they tell when it's time
To leave this world where we live
The prophecy they predict cannot be true
If the year 1914 is the turning point
Why do we still live

7. Resuscitation Of Evilness

Behind the black forest
Centre of the rotten field
There's a forgotten evil grave
Concealing enormous evilness

The bones have changed to dust
A coffin there never was
The tombstone is knocked down
God made this all properly

Six feet under lies the corpse
Flesh was simmered, only skeleton was left
But did they see the dissoluteness
That within they religion was

All we imagine that evil is dust
Like the corpse in this unconsecrated grave
But Armageddon approaches all the time
And when the time will reach
It's turn to think, to what to believe

Humanness is your weakness
Temptations are your enemies
Lies are your daily vices
And disbelief will be your end

Disagreeable impurity
Disproves existential adherence
Malevolence and desolation
Condemn the funeral souls

As retaliation of heathenism
Is immolation of humanity
Christian resurrection
Is only deception
Incessant morbid suffering
Dismembers humanity to despair

8. Infernal End

Believe in posthumous life or not
He gives me eternal malediction
But the natural forces make me see
That life will be preserved

My disloyalty has been condemned
To never-ending damnation
But I have crossed the line of death
And seen the end of the devout souls

Morbid suffering buries your hope
It's no use to pray 'cause the paradise is lost

Believe in posthumous life or not
He gives me eternal malediction
But the natural forces make me see
That life will be preserved

My disloyalty has been condemned
To never-ending damnation
But I have crossed the line of death
And seen the end of the devout souls

Infernal end, disastrous lies

Your maggot has burnt in the flames of truth
And your soul wander in the eternal darkness
Pray and beseech help from your godly master
But there is no-one to hear your screams

Infernal flames are licking your flesh
Lamentations accompany you to death

Morbid suffering buries your hope
It's no use to pray 'cause paradise is lost

9. Godless Truth

Make a bow and reverence
Give praise to lord, never forget his sacredness

Gather together, harp the hymn
Make the confession and pray salvation

Satan in his temple
Buries your paradise
He leads your paths
To endless eternity

Godless is truth!!!
You will it see...

The death is definitive
It peels your flesh
Crumbles you to dust
Darkling beetles eat you at last...

Your bigot is a disease
Like immortality
The only truth you will see
Is the moment that you live

Life has just begun
It never disappears
If the humanity dies now
Comes another way of life

Satan in his temple
Buries your paradise...

Satan in his temple
Buries...

10. Powerstruggle Of Belief

In the beginning of the chronology
There were centuries lasting persecutions
The reason of fear, was that Christians are
Messengers of Satan...

In the middle ages the rescuers
Were burned at the stake
Putrid carcasses are only memories
That are left from their bravery

The auto-dafe death was their
Unwritten destiny
Cadaverous smell inside the coffin
Is their eternal companion

Their lord called God gave directions
Concept and fill the earth
It guarantees the good necessities
For invasion of Satan

Who...
Is right, me or God?
Who...
Can I anymore trust?

In the middle ages the rescuers
Were burned at the stake
Putrid carcasses are only memories
That are left from their bravery

The auto-dafe death was their
Unwritten destiny
Cadaverous smell inside the coffin
Is their eternal companion

In the beginning of the chronology
There were centuries lasting persecutions
The reason of fear, was that Christians are
Messengers of Satan...

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