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Disinter: "Demonic Portraiture" – 2001

энциклопедия: Disinter

Состав группы:

  • Preston – гитара
  • Zion – вокал
  • Mike – гитара
  • Tom – ударные
  • Bats – бас

Disinter: "Demonic Portraiture" – 2001

Композиции:

  1. The First And Last In Battle / Strength And Honour
  2. An Eternity Of Pain
  3. The Hunters Moon
  4. Where We Are Mortal
  5. Woven With Pestilence And War
  6. What Once Was, Again Shall Be
  7. Cyclopean Ruins
  8. Upon The Winds Of Vengeance
  9. Whirling Spectral Voices
  10. Demonic Portraiture
  11. Blinded By Fear

Лирика

1. The First And Last In Battle / Strength And Honour

On my signal, unleash hell a wall of fire, flaming hatred
buring in my soul, leaving behind black blistered earth
for we are the sons of metal, warriors of the underground

We are the first and last in battle, we ravage the land
Again and again, tyrants and warlords brothers in battle,
bloody and cleaved, the enemy falls.

A bloody rampage, assassins we are
raping the land, purging her life
Like the hounds of hell, legions of death
swarm on our prey, they fight till their death.

We are the first and last in battle, we ravage the land
Again and again, tyrants and warlords brothers in battle,
bloody and cleaved, the enemy falls.

With my sword, this land we will rule
all wars will be won
triumph rides at our side
riding hard into battle, blood sprays my skin
the sons of war, raging on and on forever more.

An army of despair from lands far away
we come for the kill and the love of carnage
ancestors we honor with swords held high
Death's silhouette on a flame ridden sky.

Triumph, rides at our side.

Strength and honor.

2. An Eternity Of Pain

Caught and beaten, once the witch hunters have
tracked you down

Taken to a filthy cell to be prepped for your
confession and lesson, you'll be shown just what
the hands of god will do while the church has you
kneeling down under it's rule

The crime and shame of the inquisition horrible
tortured, brutally burned. Degredation stifled decency
The filthiest passions masqueraded under the cover of
religion, killing to bestow the fear of god

The floodgates of persecution have opened wide
The biblical delusions of the churches' mind
Bigotry and rigidity, ruled as their oppression grew
Never were so many so wrong so long

Once accused, there is no escape, condemned to die
By burning at the stake first, you're tortured to the
brink of death inquisitors never took a rest they
won't stop until you've taken your last breath

Life, an infinitesimal speck on the limitless canvas of
Eternity, a seething cesspool of human emotions gone
sour, it destroyed the principles of honor and justice a
cauldron filled with two hundred yars of pain it
opened wide the rosters for the hall of shame

Subverted to condemn bestialities

3. The Hunters Moon

Time has come, the moon of blood
they spread their silent wings and fill the hungry sky
Condemned, to eternal hunger
Night creatures, devils of the pit

Searching through the night, our torches light the way
Beyond the grace of god, be that as it my salvation
Their destination, destruction is our destiny

So it begins, no bells toll for thee
My name will be included in the legends of your death
Prepare to die, soulless wretch
Crucifixion, on a burning cross

Searching through the night, our torches light the way
Beyond the grace of god, be that as it may trespass in their domain
Night veils blood red fields stronger than death
True power of darkness revealed

Seven riders from the east, shadows fallen come to life
Crypts, coffins, catacombs
Storming the castle, the dark is alive

Fighting for the soul, fearless warriors seven strike
Exterminate, desecrate, death
Die fucking die
The dark is alive

The devil and his children, they're sleeping just below
Wrapped in silent wings, they rise when the hunger calls
Unleashed, just beyond the grasp of death

Searching through the night, our torches light the way
Beyond the grace of god, be that as it may die fucking die!

4. Where We Are Mortal

Almighty and eternal god, established sacred rites
Patterns of order, sacrifice, and worship

Doomed by prophecy, written in stone
Prophets and martyrs, see visions from heaven

The creation of hell on earth, not yet lucifer's
There shall be a dark soul,
A soul that rests in a man.

The coming of the nephilim, savior of humanity,
A child of light, loyal to god's will

Angels carrying savage weapons
branded in angelic script

I sang the first hymns
when the stars were born
I turn kings into cripples
and cities into salt
I light the candles
for the dying and the dead
I'll steal your soul
and send the corpse to hell

The final confrontation tore to kingdom apart
Ash from a burning heaven covers the earth

Blind my eyes from the horror
Deafen my ears from the screams
Haven't you seen it yet, it's paradise

Angels carrying savage weapons
branded in angelic script
We have come here to steal a dark soul
We have come here, to where we are mortal.

5. Woven With Pestilence And War

The black army, impaling all who stand
no mercy, strike hard with sword in hand

Charging hard, leading the advance
Run them down, opposition has no chance

Hold high our flag, the flag of hate
Woven with pestilence and war
Carried to all lands on our hate campaign
we black the sky, the power so immense

Charging hard, leading the advance
Run them down, opposition has no chance

Village left in ruins, smoldering decay
Bodies lie in mud as the stench begins to rise
Victory is ours with war gods by our side
Our sights upon the next, to the north we ride.

Charging hard, leading the advance
Run them down, opposition has no chance

6. What Once Was, Again Shall Be

Awakened from an ancient slumber
unleashed upon the earth from deep inside
four twisted minds
evil incarnate bringing forth a world
of pain and ghastly abominations
population termination
sonic violence, obliteration

The mind melts, essence destroyed
what once was, again shall be

Too powerful to be contained
lightning splits the sky
emitting a death-like knell sound divine

Like the ones before you, we will watch you die
One by one, human holocaust

7. Cyclopean Ruins

Twisted winding valleys, dismal jagged peaks
Wretched land of old, blackened earth obscene

Swing wide the gates of aeons past
Fear grips your soul

Looming on the cliffs, far from prying eyes
Brooding elder nightmare, hidden from mankind
Carven invocations weathered with age show
Knowledge of obscenities not meant for mortal minds

The gates still gape loose on certain nights in forgotten
corners of the world and foul things of old still lurk in
the dark, shapes pent in hell

The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide
Can no longer close your eyes, for chaos has your mind
Watch with abhorrent abasement as ghostly rituals
Unfold, sowing seeds of madness

Whirling fires, raising up
Lurid tongues of flame
Evoked, from the silence of the hills
Chaotic dreams whisper darkness

The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide
No longer close your eyes
Whirling fires, raising up
Lurid tongues of flame
Evoked, from the silence of the hills
Chaotic dreams whisper darkness

Cyclopean ruins, spire of black stone
Sinister monolith, altar of nightmares

8. Upon The Winds Of Vengeance

I am cloaked in grayish skies
a thunderstorm conjured within the night
The lightning strikes from within my eyes
Vengeance is mine to reap tonight
Alone I fly, through a moonless sky
A darkened hole of emptiness deep inside
Crucified and left to die
My body rots but my mind still thrives

And now the landscape is so surreal
Forever changing paths and luminous hills
Thunder roars as my anger grows
My breath sweeps the land as the blood flows

(upon the winds of vengeance.)
My wrath is a vortex of twisting pain
Of tearing wind and crushing rain
Total devastation, nowhere to hide
My apocalypse comes thrice

A hurricaine of screaming souls
Towering waves reaching forth toward their foes
The graves of your dead, torn from the earth
Into the abyss, forever interred

The valkyrie of death has unquenchable thirst
Claws that grasp life, will insure no rebirth
As death marches to the ancient hymn
Undying forces rule the land once again.

Mountains spewing forth the blood of earth
Burning the land, paving a path for the dead
The earth is ours once again.

9. Whirling Spectral Voices

Whirling spectral voices
It's chaos in the flesh
returning (once again)
The oldest living thing
A silent specter sting

Whirling spectral voices
The ancient (enemy)
Assumes the (god) form
Then comes to feed

Whirling, spectral, voices
Silent, specter, stings

Feasting on our knowledge
There's no chance (for escape)
the horror has awakened
Your time will soon be here
For centuries asleep
dormant (between feedings)
Consuming all your souls
Your knowledge it retains

The beast came up from hell tonight
I think he wants to dance.

A congregation of drones
A church of the dead
A phantom priest is preaching
The words of the damned.

10. Demonic Portraiture

The artist of the terrible creates a physiology of fear.
Putting paint to the canvas with such blasphemous precision.
His visions of the macabre catch to overtones of the soul.
Painting actual scenes from the spectral world,
he is truly cursed with an impious and unnatural technique.

These visions are not visions at all, for the artist's
models are real, striking fear into the soul
Immortalized unknowingly while they feed

Straight from the pits of myth and madness
Ghouls of a slightly perverted form

Night spirits of antique horror
Frozen in theme
Feeding in the churchyards
Dancing in the cemetery

Dark artistry unlocked the gates,
Morbid scenes to fascinate
Only dark minds appreciate
these depictions that emancipate

Late at night they come forth
To feed from their underground catacombs
Some sort of changelings of an unknown origin
So grotesque, their demonic portraiture
Burns the mind and crawls the flesh
Ghouls feeding from human flesh at night
From fresh graves

Night spirits of antique horror

Demonic portraiture

Demonic Portraiture

11. Blinded By Fear

оригинал: At The Gates

We are blind to the
worlds within us,
waiting to be born

I cast aside my chains
Fall from reality
Purgatory unleashed
Now burn the face of the earth
Purgatory unleashed
Now burn the face of the earth

The face of all your fears
All of your dreams unleashed
The face of all your fears

Born of the demon sky
Twisting reality
Sweet nauseating pain
Is death the only release?
Nauseating pain
Is death the only release?

The face of all your fears
All of your dreams unleashed
The face of all your fears

I cast aside my chains
Fall from reality
Suicidal diseases
The face of all your fears
Now covered with scars
Humanity exiled
Purgatory unleashed
Now burn the face of the earth
Purgatory unleashed
Now burn the face of the earth

The face of all your fears
All of your dreams unleashed
The face of all your fears

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