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CRIMSON MASSACRE LYRICS
"The Luster of Pandemonium" (2005)
1. Catalyst's Tongue
2. Conquest
3. The Devourer
4. Epoch
5. The Hyperborean's Epitaph
6. Redemption
7. The Luster of Pandemonium
8. Sacrifice
9. Of Perverted Hope and Fragmented Suffering
1. Catalyst's Tongue
A city shackled in the armor of sleep
begotten through stone and steel
spires stretch
throne
eyes set
ever vigilant
wardens and guardians of forgotten
aeons
beckoned by what once was, the
Betrayer,
haunted by what was steps forth
seized and entranced by thoughts
like thorns
whispers like embers fanned by noxious
winds
to rebuild and make what once was
resurrect the nefarious cabal,
infect the children of clay and fire,
to leave their kingdom in flames
surpass the weak,
hellions suffering from illusions of
grandeur
reclaim what should have been.
Submit, and march, with trumpets
blaring, silence the bleating of the
lamb,
Submit, and raise your banner in
triumphant salute
Submit, and your dreams will become
clear, with a fanatical like
intensity
Submit, and stretch wings across
a horror filled sky
2. Conquest
Arise! A monarch, infernal tyrant,
thundering down the left hand path.
A carrion wind, to devour the rot of
diocese.
Stoic triumph of Iron and blood,
As legions of storm born extinguish
Hope's flame
Carving his Sigil into the flesh of
History,
teaching a new language of wailing,
and
gnashing of teeth
His throne a funeral pyre, paying
court
to lifeless eyes, eternal reign over
starless purity
As the moon is impaled by the rays of
the sun,
bearing witness to an epoch of
Prometheus' will
casting light of mercy's decapitation
a bestial roar of supremacy echoes
Unchallenged, and Undisputed as the
infernos of Earth embrace the Heavens
3. The Devourer
Maelstrom of wings and fear collide as
the usurpers wade through ranks of the
fallen
hallowed ground fades away under the
march of the dogmatic hordes
swords drawn against impending odds,
hell-bent on reclaiming what was once
lost,
what was taken away, forbidden, for
daring to forge a different vision
Gates shattered under the press of
thousands, faces locked in an endless
gaze of astonishment
ill gotten trenchant thoughts dissolve
a stagnant alkaline kingdom
seraphic legions repulse wave after
wave of frenzied acolytes
driven by thoughts of victory and
conquest,
ideals fouled and perverted by the
twisted lust of the betrayer
courage found through the strength of
others
frailty hidden through strength by
numbers
Heaven's charges struggle push forth,
or be fallen forever, and forgotten.
4. Epoch
Memory echoes down the halls of
Antiquity
tethered and broken wings scattered
upon a bed of ashes
Spears thrust in Triumphant salute
Gaia's Divine Kingdom, a skeletal
Shadow
what remains when the lust of conquest
fades
"Who will remember of hymns of war?"
Battle's clarion falls upon deaf ears
never forget Immortality is gained
through acts
as a smoldering brand pressed upon the
skin of time
5. The Hyperborean's Epitaph
6. Redemption
Escape from the Kingdom of maggots
and the tranquil comfort of Terra's
embrace
Dionysian will, manifested in this
malignant
Avatar of Torment
As a herald of the mourning star
Behold and tremble, the medium through
which anguish flows
"Fall on your swords, you who are
found wanting"
As the horned and holy are judged
alike
one of nine, this Feral cyclone of
retribution
Scything through this bountiful crop
of Simian apathy
Within their arrogance they took our
Flame
and sought to bend it to their will.
Their ignorance shall be repaid ten
fold.
Drink deep from the cup of wrath.
7. The Luster of Pandemonium
The second of the first, ascended
as a nova to the morning star
betrayed by the kiss of 30 silver
seraphim,
to assume command of the torn and
tattered,
the luster of Pandemonium faded
a third of the fallen come to profound
enlightenment
to acknowledge the frailty of the
Argument,
to be nothing to none, Lords of the
void.
Reign in the lifeless euphoric aether
Freedom from the Hypocrisy, this
eternal struggle
the second of the first gazes upon his
murder of crows,
this infernal horde gathered in
Pandemonium's shadow
to retrace aeons of angelic holocaust,
those that remain, patiently wait
well versed in the tongue of silence.
His words, like knives, vomited forth
upon the sulfuric atmosphere.
ended by the Joy of Self-Sacrifice
Sons of fire, our timeless campaign is
for not.
We have treaded the path of revenge,
for nothing.
This war is for not, our bloodshed in
vain
Cast Down your spears
Break your shields
Remove your horns
Tear your wings
For we are servants no longer
8. Sacrifice
Feast upon the entrails of eternity
Drenched with the molten blood of
stars
The eyes of suns hang lifeless
upon what once was Solaris' throne
A beauty in solitude, tranquil
nothingness
A thousand frozen possibilities
shatter
against the will of the one who
remains
To create from what is not, the anvil
of the void, the hammer of I
And bring forth the thoughts of
Utopia, made
real from the corpse of time.
An empire vomited from the elite mind
purity tarnished by the want of
worship.
A sacrifice made to dispel loneliness
Surreal acknowledgment of shallow
wants
to pay homage to an ego drenched lord.
9. Of Perverted Hope and Fragmented Suffering
Seductive glimpses of empires foretold
under the guise
of promises whispered by unseen mouths
and barbed tongues
of cancerous monoliths rising to defy
the heavens
a withered deceiver
with illuminus and shining ideals
to raise of scourge the backs of the
pious
and enshackle the enslavers of past
generations
of those who dared to resist the only
dreamers
and the followers who begged to share
in the ecstasy of defiance
but when dreamers dream, when
perfection is jaded by the want of
more
when the utopia forged in rebellion,
war and youth,
is locked between the winged and the
horned
Awake Arise, or Be Forever Fallen
A hatred smoldering like the rays of
the Son.
Arise, and dare to lay claim to a
vacant throne.
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