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ACCURSED DAWN LYRICS
"Manifest Damnation" (2005)
1. Conquest of a Dying Culture
2. Last Requiem for the Storm
3. Euphony to the Night-Treader
4. The Thunder Swarm
5. The Breath that Enkindles Insurrection
6. Dead of Winter
7. Flight from Serpent Wings
8. Triumphs of a Dying Breed
1. Conquest of a Dying Culture
Conquests of a Dying Culture
Along these once fresh and fertile fields; Did we spread like wildfire, a swarming hatred; Laying waste to all those who oppose our creed; Like armies marching, on in death's name. A storm of ideals, unbridled power; False knowledge fashioned for our conquest; Destruction's minions, with one aim in mind; A free world for the taking. Across these pure and sacred lands; Did we plant our seeds, of deception; Our blind faith and the fruits of our labor; Lie in a failing system. Rape and slaughter those who won't accept this; We shall water our fields with all their blood; A raging harvest wrought with disapproval; The end result of our burning Eden. This machine will drive on and on; Whether or not you are on board; Devastation is the only thing; That it produces. The destiny of our culture. All creation shall perish; The price of advancement; This device will not fail; Our vehicle for change. A hunger fueled by lethal intentions; Running rampant through our minds; Thirsting for an absolute mastery; The time will soon come when all will think like us. Nothing shall pass 'til man has reached his mark; No one shall rest 'til gods we all become. Consume the fruit of the forbidden tree; This world belongs to us; None shall oppose us but must.
2. Last Requiem for the Storm
Last Requiem for the Storm
Descend into the abysmal depths; Wasting away in the trenches of existence. A cold darkness has fallen; The agony's welled up inside; The dams of vigor are breaking the; Torrent of anguish will no longer subside. Whilst night falls so comes the tide. As the rushing waves of pain crash; And the swirling waters of depression engulf you; As you lay gasping for air the illness festers within; Until surrender is the only option. Forever sorrow comes tonight as you decide to end your life. We shall meet again one day; at the two points of the circle; Where birth and death; are one and the same. As this world could not appease; Your desires or quell your miseries; You must venture out past its bounds; So take one last breath as you drown. This end shalt cause more suffering; But such is our task; We must persevere to traverse these dark waters; Lest we forget the tragedy. Time must heal all wounds; Time could not heal your wounds. A weakened soul incarcerated from within; A living hell that none should have to endure; In a world full of wondrous questions we ask why; At the end of this journey may we finally know. Words will never be able to convey; The emotions your actions have borne in me. For every tomorrow brings a new day of sorrow. Our mourning and bereavement; Succumbs to the dusk of acceptance. Days will pass on and so must we too; All sacrifice and all suffering is redemptive.
3. Euphony to the Night-Treader
4. The Thunder Swarm
The Thunder Swarm
From whence the cursed womb of insidious nature; Poured forth the blessings of this emanation. This fallen harbinger has descended; To spread the gloom of divine intention; Oh war-bringer we have been summoned; To topple your regime trampled under hoof. Lo the Thunder Swarm rides. Sent to endure and rebuild born from the eye of the storm; Marauders we are riders for the swarm. Steal the reins from encroaching doom; Steady this cavalcade on the narrow path; Stand fast and march on to claim victory; This war is over before it has begun. Our numbers will swell and give birth to an immense flock; And so will we become collectors of your bones; Dealers of your flesh another notch in this belt; As sickle to field our merits will finally be amassed. Our legion shall crash upon your treacherous rampart; Like hammer upon stone, like ax into bone. Our toils will always produce more while; Your sweat falls to the mud; Our tongues will always cut deeper while; Our pain flows through your blood; For as your sun sets, mine is now rising. Thus we remain forever, more. This covenant has been fulfilled and so shall we rest; The sullen evening stars now beckon us home. Torch this city in remembrance; Scatter the ashes of the dead ways; May they take root and fester; We'll all bathe in the glow of the rebirth.
5. The Breath that Enkindles Insurrection
6. Dead of Winter
Dead of Winter
Oh how the torment of this life, is too much to withstand; I've tried to guide you but you, drew back your ailing hand; Still your heart, as blood pours out; Your note's killed mine, as ink pours out last words. As it was written, so shall I listen; A farewell letter, this choice is forever. The remains of your letter, lie broken burning; Dancing on the embers, quivering cold December; As I stand here defeated, the deed was done; As I lay here drowning, your image has faded, gone. An endless bond, true friends were we; We existed in, perfect harmony; If only your words, could pierce this surface; Return us to our, state of tender bliss. I'll promise, not to forget; I'll promise not to forget, that desolate winter. Farewell to this flesh, your soul, finally breathes; Released from its cage, finally, it's set free. Your darkness could not, extinguish your glow; And now that you've gone, there'll be no brighter tomorrows. If only your death, could heal your tender wounds; Return to us, my serenity has gone. Denying, your sudden, end; I'm dying, I've lost, my best friend; I'm shaking, from your, absent touch; You've never, meant, this much; A feeling, I knew, all too well; Reflections, here I, choose to dwell; Your body, laid down, before my eyes; I was, silent, though I tried; I never, could tell you, why; In ashes, does my, my love lie.
7. Flight from Serpent Wings
8. Triumphs of a Dying Breed
Triumphs of a Dying Breed
Upon the thrones of vile wretchedness; The wicked kings of deceit reign supreme; Crowns adorned with so many gems of greed; And peasants burdened with the bitter toils of dire need. The innocent hang their heads and; Join to sing the hymn of mourning; Shackled to ravenous silences and chained; To fears of all that is still yet to come. Kingdoms collide in blood-soaked revelries; On march the dogs of war, holding hell's banner high; Such a simple objective: to annihilate and destroy; Archaic battles serving as the precise solution. To preserve such ancient ideals; A lifeless eternity will thus be conceived; Such a precious price will bring the imminent end; For all who dwell beneath these scarlet skies. With no hope to rise against these atrocities; All must now face peril and extinction; The midnight hour shall arrive yet again; On the eve of our existence's end. But hope returns anew for on rides the spirit; Of pure ambition, the avatar of virtue; Cloaked in disgust of this bleak realm; And clad in abhorrence of all you stand for. The flags stand tall for all who stand in opposition; To our great deceiver's manifest of lies. May this burnt patch; Of crimson earth; Tell the tale of; All that will transpire. Demolishing; Devastation; Desecrating; Extermination; Reclaiming all; That was once ours. And so befell at the first widening of the dawn; As the sun was climbing the vanquished night sky; We now desperately await; Your empire's dusk; To assault and massacre the very; Embodiment of our grief. I beseech you to lend your ear; To all our proclamations; We will return this curse; Upon your head tenfold. May our truths smite your domain to a pile; Of ash and cinder, vengeance at last; For your era is dying fast. Long promise and short anguish is the road; That leads to the sure triumph of your throne; And with these words we have planted; The fields of war with your forsaken evils all dead.
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