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ASPHYX LYRICS
"God Cries" (1996)
1. God Cries
2. It Awaits
3. My Beloved Enemy
4. Died Yesterday
5. Cut-Throat Urges
6. Slaughtered In Sodom
7. Frozen Soul
8. Fear My Greed
9. The Blood I Spilled
1. God Cries
2000 years ago
someone died
he is known to man as the son of a god
what kind of father lets his son die?
his time will come; an eye for an eye
look at a history of 2000 years
there's no joy left; there are only tears
and as time went on
wars and hunger;
the inheritance of his son
and soon we'll join him in the battle
against you
there's only one thing left to do
god cries, blood on his hands and tears in his eyes
godforsaken dreams, the failure and the shame
let's goon the other side, let us cross the styx
not out of curiosity, we want revenge
when we meet our maker
we'll ask him why
and we stab him in the back
just as he did to us
now we're on the other side
we know what we came for
blood for blood is the rule
our judgement has come
2000 years ago
someone died
god cries, blood on his hands and tears in this eyes
godforsaken dreams, the failure and the shame
2000 years ago
someone cried
2. It Awaits
you're devastated by the fear of a horrible death
constantly anticipating on your last breath
thinking about the many times you've already died
nothing I could do and you know i've tried
you know what awaits
you know that it awaits
there you lie on your own rack
god gave you a nightmare, so you gave one back
the pleasures and the pains that were shown to you
you have enjoyed them and you know what to do
you know what awaits
you know that it awaits
get out of your hell
i try to reach you and get you out of that hell
but you decide to end it, all by yourself
will you have peace of mind, or will yon dwell
you know what awaits
you know that it awaits
and now it's over
you are gone and you won't come back
i feel that you are freed from this ungodly pain
the memories are there and they will remain
you know what awaits
you know that it awaits
3. My Beloved Enemy
i have to get out of this godforsaken dream
and it's time to see my beloved enemy
your loved ones are the ones that stab you in the back
among the family is the judas
betrayal and apostasy are the things
that come your way
when greed overrules the blood
and now that I see the real you and the real me
your share is my thorn, a jackal is born
your loved ones are the ones that stab you in the back
among the family is the judas
betrayal and apostasy are tne things
that come your way
when greed overrules the blood
what turns people into vultures?
is it greed or is it in the heart?
my beloved enemy
close enough to hit me where it hurts
when will you know that you cannot betray me
because the blood tells me to punish my enemy
your loved ones are the ones that stab you in the back
among the family is the judas
pain and misery will come their way
when vengeance overrules the sense
you have to get out of your godforsaken dream
and it's time to see your beloved enemy
what turns people into vultures?
is it greed or is it in the heart?
my beloved enemy
close enough to hit me where it hurts
4. Died Yesterday
i can't control my bloodlust anymore
there's no way back for me
after all these years of pain and oppression
my eyes are now to see
the maggot that you are and i'll crush you
i'll crush your cenotaph
my sympathy is gone
my conscience passed away
it died yesterday
for years you squeezed the hatred out of me
until it consumed me
and when the gates to my soul opened up
there was nothing but darkness
so I can't control my bloodlust no more
there's no way back for you
after all these years of pain and oppression
my eyes are now to see
my sympathy is gone
my conscience passed away
it died yesterday
i'd like to see you beg
i'd like to see you suffer
but you died yesterday
you always had me beg
you always had me suffer
the torment lies fresh in my memory
the scars will never heal
so you had to suffer the ultimate anger
that tore your soul apart
and I licked the fresh-spilled blood of my blade
the work is done
my sympathy is gone
my conscience passed away
it died yesterday
5. Cut-Throat Urges
not so long ago, on a cold december day
you let my father die in solitude and pain
once he was your son, and baptised in your name
if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way
cut-throat urges
i need to spill some holy blood
beautiful words, but hollow promises
the goodness of god is a fucking joke
get out of your heavenly palace
and show your real face
how can people believe in this shit
how can they be so naive
not so long ago, on a cold december day
you took all hope in my life away
once I had respect, and hallowed was your name
if this is how you treat me, then violence is my way
6. Slaughtered In Sodom
the masses are going to battle
and as we learn from history now
they'll all die tor nothing and nobody even cares
slaughtered in sodom
living your life on a battlefield
where no one knows your name
your head blown off by a thousand guns
to me it makes no sense
rage burning inside, and sometimes it explodes
now I got blood on my hands, I kill tor no reason at all
blood is my fuel, violence an urge and not a goal
in my own private sodom, the bloodshed never ends
two minutes to midnight, everything will go fast
you'll never know what hit you,
but this breath will be your last
god and satan are no opposites
they're one inside your mind
you can worship both or none
it doesn't change who you are
because sodom is a place far away in your mind
where pleasure and pain are united
sodom is here
take my hand and fly away
to the dark realms of ignorance
there's no way you can deny
that you've been ignorant too
in worshipping something that only exists
in your own mind
7. Frozen Soul
a soul made of ice
and the invention of fire
didn't melt my heart
it got even colder
my soul remains frozen
as it has been for a thousand years
no feelings at all
you know I got no feelings at all
frozen soul
at the beginning of time
i was born
into a family of conquerors
destined to do death
stonecold obsession
for the destruction of life
you know that i'm the son of man
you made me to what I am
the fear of me is a product of your past
forever, that's how long I'll last
no feelings at all
you know I got no feelings at all
frozen soul
I exist-
by the grace of your coldness
by the grace of a breed of rats
by the grace of a god who failed
by the grace of the one you hail
you know that i'm the son of man
you made me to what I am
the fear of me is a product of your past
forever, that's how long i'll last
a soul made of ice
and the invention of fire
didn't melt my heart
i got even colder
no feelings at all
you know I got no feelings at all
frozen soul
8. Fear My Greed
i have this terrible urge
the need to take what is yours
a vulture circling in the sky
preying upon the weak
run away - you're my prey, fear my greed
the weaker you are the stronger I get
i feast upon your helplessness
show no mercy and have compassion
because this is your own fault
remember who started this?
don't be afraid to die
run away - you're my prey, fear my greed
my greed is here to stay
it will haunt you till the end of days
what do you think that will happen now
don't expect me to let go
my teeth in your neck, I'll suck the life out of you
just as you tried to do to me
don't be afraid to die
preying upon your weakness
like a vulture in the sky
the need to take what is yours
there's no way back for me
my greed is here to stay
It will haunt you till the end of days
run away - you're my prey, fear my greed
9. The Blood I Spilled
coming home after the war
all that's left is a prisoner of two worlds
the past is red of all the blood I spilled
the future's black because there is no hope
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
in the desert far away
my slaughtered innocence left to decay
recollections of battles without end
and the lifes I took with my bare hands
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
so I walked into that church
and that's when I killed him
the blood I spilled just yesterday
as if that pleasure had never been away
stabbing the fucking life out ot him
i learned the trade, I always win
nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
the blood I spilled just yesterday
as it that pleasure had never been away
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