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DEMONTAGE LYRICS
"Madness Disease" (2004 Demo)
1. Intro (Madness Disease)
2. Retroexorcism
3. Carrion Race
4. Drinkin' Weiss
5. Hardbitten Allegory of Reciprocated Misery
6. Human Altruistic Relinquishment Machine
1. Intro (Madness Disease)
2. Retroexorcism
Candlemass, the stars align,
and the church tonight is a place of evil--
cross inverted, altar stained.
..unholy water of Christian blood..
Emblem of the goat adorns the wall;
flames dance in the pulpit.
Girl led in by figures in black
shocked at what she sees!
‘This service is for you!’,
the priest laughs with morbid glee.
Made to drink from golden chalice--
concoction of blood and goat semen.
Drugged and bound, naked on the altar--
ceremony now begins!
Retroexorcism!
Demonic possession..
RETROEXORCISM!
Fire dances higher--
blood poured on naked flesh.
The circle chants,
to invoke the demon seed:
‘Baphomet! Lucifer!
In this flesh shall be your reckoning!
Inhabit this mortal shell--
fill it with thy wrath!’
Knife cuts flesh--
in terror she screams.
..flaming goat’s head
in the pentagram.
..thunder in the sky.
She can feel her soul
as it spins into Hell!
Retroexorcism!
Demonic possession..
RETROEXORCISM!
Child is slaughtered, hot wind blows.
..blood erupts from ears and nose..
her screams turn to inhuman shrieks.
Drool of black ichor drips from her lips.
The demon takes hold!
Her eyes burn red..
The priest falls to his knees..
The circle kneels before the altar..
The church begins to shake..
The portal to Hell stands open
...GO!
(solo)
Her bonds turn to dust..
she stands, naked and regal.
Smiling, pointing, terrible..
One by one, the brothers scream,
their flesh rotting into dust.
Laughing with the voice of devils
she kills them on the spot.
..dragged into the deep abyss,
where all is black torment.
Free to roam the Earth at last;
free to be the fall of Man--
all will fear her dreaded name,
for She is the Antichrist!
Retroexorcism!
Demonic possession..
RETROEXORCISM!
written ~early 2001 by ABOMINATRIX
3. Carrion Race
When the interstellar gods
beheld modern humankind,
they deemed a wretched fate:
this animal must die!
They’ve cast an evil spell
now of cosmic radiation:
the herald of the ruin
of the modern human nation!
The dead and rotting wake
now to only one emotion:
kill and eat the living
with unerring devotion!
chorus:
We have no inhibitions,
no morals or alibis;
we are the Living Dead:
behold our awful cries!
We’ve no discrimination,
nor tell truths nor lies;
we only long for living flesh:
tonight your species dies!!
Maniacs and governers
will be the last to live;
none though e’er escape their fate,
the sacrifice we give!
Trajected by the frequency
that from our slumber woke us,
Our minds have lost control
to the energy that invoked us!
We do the devil’s dirty work,
but cease not for the souls;
We’ve billions to fell tonight,
so let’s get on a roll!
(chorus)
Carrion race---behold the mission we face!
You dream-like state society: we’re now your only enemy!
Carrion race---behold the mission we face!
No matter to which god you pray: we’ll eat your carcass anyway!!
11-12/2002 Spatilomantis
4. Drinkin' Weiss
Over browskin to the cranium tight:
The scar of a dedicated blight -
Mammohides obscured the night!
I hear incessant tearing in my left ear;
Brewroot stains my breath here.
Surviving’s my only fear!
Bottoms up to the gods Rock and Roll,
corrupting minds and stealing souls,
dancing on the rims of our bowls.
My brain consists of two components:
one that lets me live for the moment,
and one that’s dead, ‘cos I’ve blown it!
chorus:
Smokin’ rings and DRINKIN’ WEISS;
succumb we morrow after-morn..
And we’ll always be NOT NICE.
oh! be sure to slay the lamb before dawn!
Smokin’ rings and DRINKIN’ WEISS;
we’ll hang their heads in ev’ry hall!
And we’ll always be NOT NICE.
Yes, and slug a mocking pint for them all!
Preserve and glorify the metal way:
drink as done in better days..
Wallowers’ll waste away!
Burn the slough of pipeweedfields.
Kiss the bowl you wield;
discern the known from the real!
Sacrifice to the altar of Lust,
wink at those we disgust,
obey the urge that none can trust!
Bring the ceremonies to a halt:
They’re ruined, and it’s our fault.
The ones that had the gall!
(chorus)
(chorus)
09 to 11/2002, 08/2003 Spatilomantis
5. Hardbitten Allegory of Reciprocated Misery
Triumphs of a people, all owed to double back,
and plague them with convenience..
left to drone and mill and crack.
Or instead to terrorize, as the glorious aqueduct,
with the genius of which the lead pipes
their vital source corrupt!
Such as the coffin serves as bridal bed,
and wedding flowers wilt..
Such as death untimely risks no woe
without the lover’s guilt..
Such is bitter irony..
ah, such is HARM!
Heartless destruction is development,
human spirits desensitized..
Their laws could not have cleansed them of
the harm they so despised!
Such is bitter irony..
ah, such is HARM!
I’m a cyst on the eyes of the paranoid,
a poison substance in communion’s bread;
I’m the spectre of manic depression,
dancing like a jackal in lambs’ heads!
I host a deadly plague of the senses,
a viral gospel rupturing the nerves;
I’m the deadly cosmic fate intangible
that ensures the worthless get what they deserve!
spring ‘02 & 07/‘03 Spatilomantis
6. Human Altruistic Relinquishment Machine
The weeds of populace are growing
in the arms, and the eyes, of unwise.
Aggressive they spread, and stake their claims,
yet the single vine’s life seems cruel and unseasoned..
Generations turn over in a forceful machine..
Forceful expansion
Disguised malintentions
Human stagnation
Adaptive radiation
The intrinsic nature of life
has been ravaged and raped, ’thousandfold.
Courage and honour impede their progress,
throwing all their lives in the fires of deceit..
By sheer numbers they’ll build victory..
Forceful expansion
Disguised malintentions
Human stagnation
Adaptive radiation
And now flowers bloom scarce or never,
and bear fruits grown mangled and thin.
And e’en it seems the weeds heave o’er the trees,
and waste the remains to fuel the machine!
And they’ll will theirselves to power,
as a single writhing organism,
And propagate ’til they choke off the air they breathe,
and be the last flesh to fuel the machine!
~spring'02 to Dec'02 Spatilomantis
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