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My Own Grave: "Necrology" – 2009

энциклопедия: My Own Grave

Состав группы:

  • Mikael Aronsson – вокал
  • Anders Härén – гитара
  • Stefan Kihlgren – гитара
  • Max Bergman – бас
  • John Henriksson – ударные

My Own Grave: "Necrology" – 2009

Композиции:

  1. Awaiting Death
  2. Necrology
  3. Hail The Blind
  4. None Shall See
  5. Disciples Of War
  6. Cerecloth
  7. Bloodline Broken
  8. Exhumed To Be Buried
  9. Age Of Torment
  10. Carnal Revelations
  11. Incineration

Лирика

1. Awaiting Death

(intro)

2. Necrology

Cut out unwanted pieces, rebuild an age long lost
Colossus to the heavens
Block by block, bone upon bone
Panem et circenses. Play for the dead as they rot

Defiance strangled at birth, unquiet tongues cut out
Unruly voices silenced, decapitation

Worship a vengeful god, better be feared than loved
All through majestic corridors, the new mourning dawns

The untruth shall set you free upon the altars of deceit
Blood for gold, fear and greed
Ink for our necrology

Rabid eyes burst open
Rotted apparition of the god that never was
Putrid vessels clogged by filth grafted into his heart
In autopsy awoken

The time has come to collect, to take an eye for an eye
For soldiers marching to their death, cursing your name as they die
Time heels the deepest wound and fades the gravest mistake
To give the vicious ones eternal glory in death

The untruth shall set you free upon the altars of deceit
Blood for gold, fear and greed
Ink for our necrology

Eternal glory
Eternal glory in death
Devoured
The lives we lead
By our necrology

3. Hail The Blind

Demeanor constraints programmed into our system
Disfigured traits genetically sustained
Lies enshrined, an echo from the grave
The primal instinct of self-preservation

Broken, scorned an battered underneath the ruins of time
Lies one righteous truth, a world unknown
Unseen by man and his necrology
Survival founded on that ignorance is bliss

Raise the horns, darken the sky
Drink to deception divine
Hail the blind
Throne of rats, carrion grows
Pieces of a grander design
Hail the blind

The words of the righteous, an endless stream
Of poison for the weak

Tempting lies shining clearer than the truth
Blank perspectives in a symbiotic maul
Rain hell upon their slopes and be their beacon
Mortality disposed, immortal by their blood

Mortally disposed
Immortal by their blood

Raise the horns, darken the sky
Drink to deception divine
Hail the blind
Throne of rats, carrion grows
Pieces of a grander design
Hail the blind

4. None Shall See

In the fathomless darkness above
Burning bodies, a codex we conjure the existence
Flames made flesh
In their mind gateways are opening
Mirror pieces spread across the earth
Features of the coming god

Son of virgin whore, star of the hound beyond Orion
Sacrificed by his own, crucified, resurrected from the dead
Council to unite, fear of hell leads to power
Pagan god exhumed
Son of Nazarene by Nicean rule: bastard son of god

I am he whom fear has born
The lord, prophet, Jesus Christ
Laws of man will not confine me, none shall forget me
Before my time has come
None shall see
With open eyes

As it shone light as did it bring darkness
Allured by inborn attraction to simple ways
Primeval belief transmogrified, in mutation
Progress ceased by the inferior in dominance

Not even your made up god
Can hid her disgust for what you have become

I am he whom fear has born
The lord, prophet, Jesus Christ
Laws of man will not confine me, none shall forget me
Before my time has come
None shall see
With open eyes

5. Disciples Of War

From the crest of ghastly sight, the monstrosity of war
With ageless eyes I see the past
Where crimson streams of blood have flown

Over corpses past and flags of old the sun shall rise
Oblivious to laws of man to bathe the dead with blinding light

The shun shall rise
The first will rise

The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice
For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die
Cycle ancient as time
Bloodbath, purge and rectify
Disciples of war to sacrifice

Let the words of vegetius echo evermore
A message buried in our blood
To the few who crave for peace
Prepare for war

The horizon fades to black
Cytotoxics fill the air
Hounds of terror breathing panic as the blitz exterminates

Let the victors rise and fall for whatever god may come
The puppeteer will never be the first to succumb
Grinded into sludge

The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice
For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die
Cycle ancient as time
Bloodbath, purge and rectify
Disciples of war to sacrifice

6. Cerecloth

Bastards of life, the harlots eclipsed by death
Spewed from the depths of her fractured mind

Macabre entombment as the carcass reeks, still warm
Flesh through lie to epitaph
Reborn, undead, unborn
Open the portal to the world below
Through necrosis inverted
Broken seals of necronomicon
The past shall be rescripted

In your final hour
You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
In cerecloth, your life entombed
Flesh shall rot and deeds live on

Gods of sepulchre stone
Govern over us
So life may imitate itself
By whom we enthrone
By the likes we condemn to never be born again

Life to you is a wait for eternity in heaven
What you consider yourself to be, it sickens me

Animal or man, equal mortal flesh
History by whatever hand
Pillars that life can never reach

In your final hour
You don't answer to god, you will answer to death
In cerecloth, your life entombed
Flesh shall rot and deeds live on

7. Bloodline Broken

With undying hunber, a fathomless swarm of locusts
As one, bottomless pit of gaping mouths
Parasitical leaches scavenging, bleeding the host dry
Black vulture wings extinguish the sun
The day of reckoning awaits, I shall spare no one
Master turns slave, the butcher himself becomes food for the rats
Fields ripe with putrefaction without end, and for the dead
No casket, no funeral, no mourning and no obituary

Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead
Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life
Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

Bloodline broken

These voices from beyond, gnawing the flesh from my bone

Like a million voices screaming, draining the sanity from my soul

In this sanctuary, your heaven. with morphine in your blood to keep you safe
From madness tearing, clawing at your skin from the inside
In a haze through the grates, you witness the end

Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead
Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life
Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins

Over cemetery fields, the last of manking
Dethrone monarch in the kingdom of the dead
In no man's land, as despair has conquered his fear
Broken like his the bloodline is

8. Exhumed To Be Buried

Cold as ice, hearbeat flickering, vital flesh turning still
Spattered blood coagulating, dripping now from fainted skin
Descend like the maggots into your sockets
Rise now aborted children of the abyss

The gorgent feeding off itself
The quiet rotting in his chambers
As though we have no slaves to recollect our death

From the dawn of time in a lifeless dance
Exhumed to be
Sworn a crownless king
Baptized a godless saint
Reincarnated death
Exhumed to be buried

Flesh and blood, another shroud, another cloth
To veil our banes from the goddess of time
Kali! darkness fills my coffin
Degeneration soon to be

Death is near, hell is here

It's just another life
Another world, another time

Emperor, your sword won't help you out
Sceptre and crown are worthless here
I've taken you by the hand
For you must come to my dance

From the dawn of time in a lifeless dance
Exhumed to be
Sworn a crownless king
Baptized a godless saint
Reincarnated death
Exhumed to be buried

9. Age Of Torment

Our brutal age of hemoclysm
Of massacre to awe
Slavery, crusades or Khan
Death has not been reckoned like '45

Chivalry has not evolved like malice
Cure has forced the virus to mutate
A ravenous saturn devouring his own
Feeding of itself

Screaming without a tongue
Blind, eyes gouged out
Sold to suffering, dehumanized
Desecrated in our refined age or torment

Demonicide, genocide
The only beasts to rape her own kind
World downfall, utopia banished
Replaced by religious war

Soul denied, blood defiled
Just a grain of sand expunged
No memory, no life was here to claim
Only nameless death

Screaming without a tongue
Gaping holes for eyes
Desecrated, immolated, dehumanized
Dehumanized

10. Carnal Revelations

Severed by primordial rage
Dismembered, torn apart
Pounding with adrenaline
All thoughts drowned in blood
Rush through the weak
Drawing strength immune to pain
A litany for violence, eclipsed by wrath

Once again the world is smashed
Butchered to a mess of blackened hemorrhage
Art hung from entrails
A murderous exhibition of carnage
In cold blood

Macabre displays of inhumanity
Carnal
Carnal revelations of the flesh

All the years of suffocation erupts in mutilation
Repugnant scenes
Of man becoming beasts
Senses heightened
Watching, scenting reek of human fear
An epidemic bloodlust too strong to contain within

Beneath dead layers of humanity
Lies a carnal core
Savage thoughts struggling for regression
To be reborn

Carnal
Carnal revelations of the flesh

11. Incineration

Judgement day, holocaust
Fifteen seconds away from apocalyptic doom
All will corrode, suffer and die, foretold cosmic death
Irony how the species of god now torment in hell

As fire burns the sky
In violent demise
One generation left to die

Sentenced to death by the second law
Hellbent for destruction
Chaos was our origin and chaos shall be our end
Irreversible journey toward disorder

All that is shall perish, consumed by darkness
Through time evolved perfection reduced to emptiness
Hatred entropy, all immersed in flames
Swallowed by nonexistence

This is the end of all that is
Of all that was
And of all that could have been

Incineration – no judgement
Incineration – no rapture

Spires of doom, gorges of death
Gas and smoke drawn into your lungs as you slowly asphyxiate
War, god, power and oppression
All of man's precious inventions laid to waste

All that is shall perish, consumed by darkness
Through time evolved perfection reduced to emptiness
Hatred entropy, all immersed in flames
Ashes of necrology into nonexistence

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