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BANE OF EXISTENCE LYRICS
"Humanity's Splintered Salvation" (2004)
1. From Soiled Heart to Infected Tongue
2. Subjugate
3. The Approaching
4. Denounced
5. Art of Fisting
6. Iconoclast
7. Apocalyptic Disenchantment
8. Solace in the Arms of the Dead
9. Cankerous
1. From Soiled Heart to Infected Tongue
Lost spoken hymns from mouth Divine
Spoiled words from your heart to mine
Bittersweet blood of the cancerous kind
Spilled ever flowing from my lips to thine
Unforgotten lies acknowledged with a glance like love and hate locked in eternal dance
Eye for an eye, hand in hand
Lost in the meaning of our own circumstance
Backwards thought from a blackened abyss
Evolved from ages devoid of bliss
Searching for meaning of why we exist
Holy arrogance brought the final death kiss
Succumbing to the notion of being led like a slave
But believing in this ideology has led us to the grave
Witness the coming of Judgement Day
Wallowing in ignorance... we will not be saved
From soiled heart to infected tongue, detrimental catechesis has now begun
From infected tongue forsaken ears, lies to be believed for years
From soiled heart to infected tongue, Heaven's long told fable is now being sung
From infected tongue to corrupted mind, a dark empty shell is all we'll find
Centuries of morbid loyalty
Millions of unburied dead
Killed by the self-righteous, in the name of God
Spilling the blood of man...
Why must we be forced this inheritance?
Why must we be choked by insignificance?
Our right to thnik was stolen right from birth
Left to follow aimlessly about this earth
Why must we swallow all these lies?
Why must we watch as loved ones slowly die?
There is no proof that God truly does exist
Drenched in blood of Divine bliss
Forsaken are the endless cries
No purgatory behind these eyes
2. Subjugate
Be fearful for your life
Fear for your heart
Pray for your soul as I rip it... apart
The sweet temptation, the violent urge for me to kill
To rip, cut and mutilate, this insistent need I must... sedate
Screaming in pain
Clenching my knife
Postponing the urge to end your life
Pushing you down
You're struggling in fear
Cutting and slashing
Blood everywhere
Raping you now
You're starting to choke
Fucking you hard
My hands squeezing your throat
Coming inside you
Releasing my seed
Anxious to quench my sick evil need
Savor the sight
Fresh blood on my cock
Not even in death will your pain stop
The end of your life is approaching the hour
You'll be the finest example of my power
Your body is mine
Cry if you must
Nothing will stop me from feeding my lust
Subjugation
Forfeit your soul
You'll lose your mind now that I'm in control
Call out your god
Soon you'll be dead
The end of your life in a shower of red
Pray for your soul
Take your last breath
The end of your life
I am the bringer of death...
3. The Approaching
They're out there.
They're coming
Their arrival . . . approaching.
They're coming.
Judgment Day.
Our doom . . . impending.
One with Space
Forgotten Ones as ancient as time
Preparing to unleash destruction and evil on Mankind.
There is a force more evil,
More sinister than Hell.
Minions from the furthest reaches
Propelled from the deep blackness
In which they dwell.
Vomited forth,
A plagued creation
Spawned millennia ago.
Now they've returned to erase our existence
From the face of this dying world.
Ancient evil,
Shadowed in darkness
Has arrived at last
Mankind's reality now reversed.
Blood and bone.
Back to dirt.
The race for the end has now begun.
Joined in death by the rays of our dying sun.
The approaching is at hand . . .
We tried to make a stand.
To rise up and rebel against the invading forces.
A failed attempt to survive
For the Earth turned red with our blood.
There was no escaping chaos.
Hell hath reigned down from the sky.
With swift and cruel impiety,
The demons dominated freely.
New World order now instated
To bring evil back from slumber.
With technological advancements,
The creatures performed acts of cruelty
On their feeble human captives.
Vile sickening experimentation
Used to resurrect the soul of Satan.
From the deep and dark dimensions
They had returned with one intention.
This is the end of our civilization.
Slaughtered by our ancient creators
4. Denounced
The vulgar resentment I feel for you
And all you have put me through.
The pain you have caused cannot compare.
So called lord, why don't you care?
I denounce you
And all you stand for.
I despise your kingdom in heaven.
Life of lies.
I can't take any more.
Blasphemous rage fills my eyes.
This world of shit has been forced on me.
Nothing I do will set me free.
I break the ties that will cause me pain.
Your precious faith is all in vain.
Invert the rites and Catholic verse.
Bastardized religions now rehearsed.
Break the oath; curse the path.
Blind followers led to death.
Plague of His Creation . . . Blasphemy
Die Christ . . . Unbelief
I live to not believe.
But as I look around my world,
I know you must be true.
Killing and murdering without a sound.
Millions dead . . . burial ground.
All in praise of your name . . .
More dead bodies all because of you.
Judged and cursed by the laws you made.
Bleeding, dying slowly raped.
Existence based on a book of lies.
Heaven is Hell when we die.
If you truly do exist,
Then it only stands to reason,
That to you we're just a game.
A schizophrenic entity.
God and Satan are one in the same.
I deplore you
And laugh in your face.
The hypocrisy of belief.
Endless hate
Symbolize your ways.
Denounce you in blasphemy.
Father of worthlessness . . . The plague of His own creation.
A schizophrenic entity . . . God and Satan are one in the same.
Bitter hatred I cast on you
And all you have put me through.
The pain I now realize,
You'll still be there even when I die.
5. Art of Fisting
Legs forced open
I can't control my excitement
Bound and gagged
Immobilized
My fetish is sickening
This is just the beginning
Crotch exposed before me
Ready to fulfill your dreams
Conscious and aware
This horror is real
A tool in assisting my art of fisting
Sin in skin
Flesh begets death
Naked on the floor
Salvation in a whore
My aim is true
Rammed right into you
How deep will I go
From fingertip to elbow
Master of my art, pray you're not torn apart
To see your legs contort and bend
The humility will never end
Bleeding profusely
Crying hysterically
Spirit now broken
A servant to my needs
The art of fisting
Reaching down deep inside I open my fingers wide
Inner walls rip and bleed now prepared to receive my seed
The art of fisting
6. Iconoclast
I am the way...
I challenge your sacred beliefs
I slaughter the flock of sheep
I am your redeeming device
Look into the eyes of your bitter demise
Habitual
Ritualistic
Eventually becoming sadistic
Human herd failing to grasp
Fall to reality
Time to tread a new path
Follow the Iconoclast
You see through holy tinted eyes
You are the one your maker despises
You and your dogma condemned are fought to death with every dying breath
You put your trust in your "savior"
Has he ever returned the favor?
If your feeble minds can grasp... the answer is no
Follow the Iconoclast when your beliefs are fading fast
After all is gone and it's useless to pray don't look to your God for he has lost His way
Crossing the span of space and time, beliefs converge, controlling the mind
Hearing the toll of sanity's bell while catching a glimpse of your religion's true hell
"Bow to me," sayeth the Lord
You are abhorred
Hallowed be My name
My kingdom come
Thy kingdom undone
On earth as well as in heaven
Follow my way to salvation this day
I lead you all into temptation and deliver you to evil
Jump into the abyss never expecting to be engulfed by darkness
I'll witness your end... your final collapse
Losing your souls in one fleeting gasp
When all that is left is a burning desire I will set heaven on fire
When it is useless to pray and your beliefs are fading fast... Follow the Iconoclast
7. Apocalyptic Disenchantment
The sky becomes blanketed smothered in black
Falling hopelessly, the angels burning to ash
Blocking the sun, no light to be shone Heaven and Earth now fused into one
The heavens dissected crumbling under the weight
Too many souls passing through the gate
Plummeting fast, the fate of the dead
Pity for those left better unsaid
Mighty dethronement
Failed savior and all
Catastrophic enchant to break the fall
Two worlds colliding, the unseen and the known a thunderous crash to the world down below
The scriptures foretold of a coming Apocalypse but nothing will survive neither Mortal nor Divine
Blood now rains upwards to the nothingness
The bodies smoldering from the cataclysm
Heaven's gates now transmogrified into ruins
The holy throne shattered into reality scattered in the bloody depths of boiling seas
The scriptures foretold of a coming Apocalypse but nothing will survive neither Mortal nor Divine
Saintly blood mixes with that of Mortal Man
With a deafening sound Heaven crashes Earthbound
8. Solace in the Arms of the Dead
To whom it may concern, I've committed a heinous crime
Quite a few over the years that I'm losing track with time
A horror in the eye of the public, a disgrace in the heart of man
For years I've kept these deep dark secrets, but now I no longer can
I have this urge, this insistent need
A vile fetish that sets me free
This morbid fascination to lie with the dead
To hold their bodies close to me
To touch them in my bed
Frequently I dream that they're dormant not dead
Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead
Constant voices within the world in my head
I find solace in the arms of the dead
I never considered them to be just corpses, these piles of rotting dead
I'd rather consider them to be good friends
People who wouldn't leave me or hurt me in the end
I find solace in the arms of the dead
Never did I kill someone for my sick and perverse needs
It's not my right to take a life unless it belongs to me
I never meant to hurt anyone
I have a strange disease
A warped, twisted and deranged urge that aches for me to please
I loved all my "friends" without reciprocation
But I must end this now knowing I'll be hated
I'm sorry for all the pain
I'm sorry for all the sorrow
I must take my life
[So I will be] dead long before tomorrow
Frequently I dream that they're dominant not dead
Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead
Constant voices within the world in my head
I find solace in the arms of the dead
With this gun in my hand, I take my life, a life you will consider to be evil
One with peace, soon to be free
No more pain shall I feel
No more voices in my head
I found solace now that I am dead
9. Cankerous
Reliving old wounds once that healed.
Can't escape the memories once dormant in my mind.
As doubt settles in
I cannot rekindle my faith.
Unending despair I feel.
For I fear it's too late.
Cannot explain what went wrong.
Fleeting hopes of sanity.
Frightened by my instilled thoughts.
Deranged
My mind won't let me free.
Engulfing fear.
Shadowed in grief.
Enduring this pain of disbelief.
Whispering chaos.
The end has begun.
Staring into the reflection of horror.
Death is a mask of pain unforeseen . . .
Vivid images of corruption and sorrow.
Humanity kills.
Innocence obscene.
Their point of view became our reality.
Sanity is but a mere shadow on the wall.
In a blink of an eye, lost mentality.
Corruption of our minds;
The black abyss of thought.
At war with my reality
Walls falling onto me.
The stranglehold of corruption grows.
Until it reaches the unbearable end.
Now you're dead in my eyes.
Through my eyes you're dead.
The lies that I once believed
[Were] the last words that you said.
Now through my eyes you're dead
And dead you'll always be.
Using rage to release
The binds of pain engulfing me.
Anger bleeding into my vision.
Fading fast before the incision.
Going in for the final kill.
Never ending.
I'm bleeding still.
Cannot live.
Cannot die.
Waiting and holding
Onto my final goodbye.
In the shallow plane of the conscious mind,
Reality fades
Losing faith with time.
In the inner soul of our cursed existence,
Emptiness . . .
Void of forgiveness.
We watch and we see and realize we don't care.
Oblivious to our own malignancy.
Too concerned with ourselves to ever take notice.
Void of expression
Now damned to be . . .
Cankerous
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