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ANCESTRAL CURSE LYRICS
"Machine Of Death" (2005)
1. Self-Hatred Process
2. Collapse Of An Ignominius Brain
3. War Desires (In State Of Inertia)
4. Angels & Demons
5. Persecutor
6. Inner Lock
7. Cyclone
8. The Opus Of Those Virtuosos
9. Machine Of Death
1. Self-Hatred Process
The majestuous diamonds that covers walls
Hurted my eyes like thousand thornes
Sublime artwork mask
That was hidding a cruel fact
Black tears drowning the inside
Without affecting this great structure outside
Perpetual lies, inner conflict, invisibles wounds, strong assault,
Cold fear, dark entrails, burried ideas, suicide images,
Endless pressure, growing torture
Knife painted within the body
Self-hatred mistress
Soundless scream, painful infection
Self-hatred process
It felt like something would go out
But each times it still hurted on the wall
Jailed for eternity in this fucking me
So with a blade
I opened my body
And then the pain flowed...
2. Collapse Of An Ignominius Brain
This is the unusual reality of an artless humanoïd
It's the beginning of the end
For these nations of philosophers
They had make the impossible
To let the strength for the reflection
You're a renegade in the wise's city
Friedrich Nietzshe is one of your dead ennemy
The ignorance fill your day
And allow to you some idiotic nightmares
Collapse of an ignominius brain
The loony man preserve his pain
You must be pride to be so unwise
Collapse of an ignominius brain
It's an honor to be a stain
For a fuckin' man of fihty's shit
No more... stupidity
From your... pitiful mentality
Don't let this animal give birth a future race
I don't want to see another monstrous face
You're clone will be almost like you
Stupid, coarse, artless, unintelligent, foolish, sticky, filthy, stinky shit
3. War Desires (In State Of Inertia)
Welcome in the individual world
This paradoxe lets me down
What is the reason of this nation
Super-corruptor exists for your desires
I need supremacy
The illusion of the beast on the throne
I want the magic of creation
Just a rumor of my elemental control
Hey you, what do you want?, what do you want?
A part in my existence's bubble?
I woll ot let the humanity
Searches his joy in mine
A war desires is natural
The reflection of our obsessions
Internal power to reduce poors souls
In state of inertia
War desires
War desires
Our imagination persists so!
To erect needle's tower.
We know that no one will survive
To this event we're calling life...
And the time leads man
And surpass our obsessions
War of worlms
The battle of hypocrisy
The war of snow
To add to our humanity
After all these serial failures
I understand my departure
Out of the program, I'm condamned to the viewer's rank
4. Angels & Demons
Angels & demons
Angels you will die
Angels & demons
You can't win this chapter, brother
This is my only goal
On earth, you have called your celestials legions
To fight your nemesis
My darkness is so nice
For you dejected human
Angels & demons
Angels you will die
Angels & demons
Angels you will die
Disciple undisciplined
Give up your existence to me
In my red paradise
All your vices will be bless
The sun will never climb
On the blue wall
The moon will be hide
Until' the new cycle
Your angels leave the earth again
Without the living creatures
The new era is near, brother
And my claws will kill again
Angels & demons
Angels you will die
Angels & demons
Angels you will die
5. Persecutor
Shadow after insanity
Stay serene and nostalgic of your past
Forget what it push you here
If a change appear, your memory will revive
Use your reason to guid your paces
You're a human being, try to act like this
Agaist a dilemma, give way to your mind
Use your privilege, don't make sacrilege
Show them your greatness
And what it will do of you their master
Act in the nature order
You are your persecutor
6. Inner Lock
Inner lock surrounded by a freedom fiction
Brutal war against the pure wisdom notion
True nature of human race
In history is deeply hidden
Real aspect of human race
By instincts
Will be revealed
The moral
Has been blinding
What human
Has needed to feel
Invisibles wounds of wrong conscience
Engraved in entrails
Guilty of being
Savage assault of religious principles
Throws the shame on humanity
Hey, can't you make a choice?
Will you let the key in the hands of god
Or take it and try to live by yourself?
Break this inner lock or it will break you!
Savage assault of religious principles
Throw the shame on humanity
Turn over your eyes to find
The crypt within lives the passion's bride
Over your skulls a key is floating in the sky
Try to reach it until your blood gets dry...
7. Cyclone
Return to the primate era
After all this progress
The cavern's technology
Comes to an x birth
Tribal behaviors
In the astral plan
The human mingles
To his creators
The time's gene
Has been teleported
To a far age
Of his temporal earth.
The effects are in sight;
Colors disapear in the sky
Tropic is returning somewhere
To let the place to the ice.
The past will be
The future game
The present time,
An alteration line
Life kills the human being
She ejects imperfect pieces
The natural selection
Works for and ideal humanization
The cyclone
Arises in the time
Resurrection of this cycle
And they forgot the meaning
Of the intelligent screams
A return to real bestiality
And to voodoo's insanity
8. The Opus Of Those Virtuosos
Magician specialized in human manipulation
You are exactly the opposite of brotherhood
Now center your orbits on the universe you shall create
Cause an imminent disaster is in sight
Thrusting deeper & deeper the knife
Rejoycing yourself at the world outcome you’re devastating
Leaded as a puppets in chains
Using your powers on our existence
This last piece is the cause of all wounds
The clan of bards have master pieced our sequestration
The opus of those virtuosos,
The action of degeneration.
My mother earth withdraw her bows from her violins
My mother earth stops this concerto in eternal crescendo
Selfishness has possessed
Your corpse
And it has inserted his principles,
Of polymorphed egocentrism.
I feel my mortality showing up.
The tempo is rising and leaves me
In never ending sufferings
The opus of those virtuosos,
The action of degeneration.
My mother earth withdraw her bows from her violins
My mother earth stops this concerto in eternal crescendo
9. Machine Of Death
We have created a dilemma
Dying free or euthanasia
My travel into the world of livings
Will be soon ending
Oh! Doctor!
Help my transition
Only one hero can save me
Of my bed of thorns
My hero inside 4 walls
Facing deliverance’s ghost
Oh! Doctor!
Stop my endless situation!
With the machine of death
We have a chance to die
Final chapters wrote by my hands
With the machine of death
I don’t want to be a deadless man
Oh doctor be my dead’s man
I do’t wanna stay a living dead
The other world is waiting
Oh! Doctor!
Help my transition
Stop my endless situation!
Let me change my horror’s tale
This cutt off is my problem
I don’t want to change my minds
For you,… fuck you!!!
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