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CHTHONIAN APPANAGE LYRICS
"Rehearsal" (2004 Demo)
1. Elder Rites' Suicide
2. Immaculate World Death
3. Venomous Engagements Into Treachery And Slaughter
4. The Ponderous March Of Souls
1. Elder Rites' Suicide
Is this not the work of your God?
The final carnage that you saw,
And now the majestic ascent
To the gilded gates of Heaven.
Drawing closer to the promised light,
As you prepare for your judgment,
Surely, God will welcome you home,
Surely, your place here has been saved.
Woe unto you,
As it all fades away,
Leaving only the traces of
Promises unraveled.
God has turned his back on another.
The night descends,
A splendorous finale
To the sun’s dominance.
The somberness sets in,
With suicidal accordance
Of elder rites.
The demon within,
Ancient fields of blood,
Innocent life’s prominence,
The killing begins,
The majesty of hatred
Ascends to new heights.
Realize what you’ve strived for;
Realize just how you’ve been saved.
A lost cause of
No real importance.
A shadow destined
For the light.
Why should you weep
At the end of a tale?
Why should you seek
Day in your minute of night?
2. Immaculate World Death
3. Venomous Engagements Into Treachery And Slaughter
4. The Ponderous March Of Souls
Death hangs heavily in the silence,
shattering time's self-righteous freeze.
The weeping moon bleeds pale onto the ground.
The shimmer of life has been erased.
The angels cast in stone
have asphyxiated in their own essence,
standing sentry for the dead.
A revitalizing light-
The inaudible rift in Heaven,
as the imaginary war continues
inside the minds of the masses.
An anticipated lie-
These silenced soldiers
wait with baited breath,
under a pagan sky
for the day of their sacred resurrection,
for the second coming of their false messiah.
They rot beneath their hallowed sign,
same as the beasts they've put themselves above-
pompous even though they have no life,
mortality spent living a lie.
A macabre dirge for the dead,
as they march into the womb of creation,
children of the earth, as they are known,
children of the earth finally come home.
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