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HATEPULSE LYRICS
"In Extenso Letalis" (2003 EP)
1. The Cynical Aftermath
2. God Of Hypocrisy
3. The Avenger
4. Suicidal Melancholia
5. Dødsferd
1. The Cynical Aftermath
Like lightening strikes from clear black sky
rolled right over and fucked good bye!
Like an easy dispossable one-time treat,
left for the vultures to prey on like meat...
Neglected, frustrated and traumatised...
- Struggling to maintain sanity
Hatred, coldness and paranoia...
- Building to burst! (Dying from within?)
... Waiting ... Longing ... Decaying ...
(Then...)
From the ashes of devastation a figure rose...
Swept in coldness, and carve in stone.
Dead on the inside, and dead to the outside,
Careless to the threat of world damnation,
and ignorant to the thought of human salavation!
Cleanced in pain,
A Cynical saying echoed through the (tortured) brain...
"You can never know, or trust, a person to the full extent.
To do so, you must have knowledge of this persons thoughts.
That is of course impossible.
So in this world, we are all strangers.
And every man is on his own.
So open your fucking eyes and trust no-one!!!"
2. God Of Hypocrisy
Satan is the power, that rules this doomed world.
Hatred is the power, that makes you live in fear.
Fear of all that's living.
Fear of the dead.
Fear of your own shadow.
The fear of rotting deep in hell!
Jesus christ the scared one.
God of Hypocrisy...
You are dead!
Satan ruler of this earth,
God of Power...
My soul belongs to you!
Evil demons rise from hell,
Reclaim satan your throne...
Satan!
Fahter!
Master of Darkness,
Ruler of life and death
Sinners, Hear my words.
Unite!!! In the war against Jesus Christ!
God of the weak!
There shall be no mercy!
Hatred is the power, the power of your enemies.
The Power that will bring down
Feel my fist you scared asshole!
The church will stand no chance at all
Satan is power, Christ will fall!!
[Music by Vrangsinn]
[Lyrics by Vrangsinn February 2003]
[Kulde - vocals]
[Vrangsinn - Instruments]
3. The Avenger
You where once a man of might,
But now you're just a parasite!
You abased me bad, and now you'll play.
I'm out hunting, and you're my prey!
[Ref.:]
I come at night, out your sight,
I sneak up on you when you sleep,
I come at night, out of your sight,
I am your nightmare fucking creep!!
Like a eagre, I'm over you,
I stab you once, and then anew!
I cannot stop, I will nit stop,
before I'm finished shutting you up!
[Ref.:]
I come at night, out your sight,
I sneak up on you when you sleep,
I come at night, out of your sight,
I am your nightmare fucking creep!!
Like a eagre, I'm over you,
I stab you once, and then anew!
I cannot stop, I will nit stop,
before I'm finished shutting you up!
I might hurt you more by letting you live,
But in my ecstasy there is no forgive!
Yeah, you are moribund indeed,
But I will make fucking bleed!!
I exercise manhandling in extreme measures,
a violent encounter with bloody pleasures!
I cut out the eyes in your ugly head,
I cut and stab until everything is fucking red!!
And when I leave, you have breath,
I am The Avengerm I am your Death...!
4. Suicidal Melancholia
A cynical and sadistic world of traitors,
crushed my innocent hopes & dreams.
I have become an empty shell,
ready to crack and turn to dust.
The burden of living aches like a painfull disease.
I'm tired of longing, trusting and falling...
I find no further joy on life...
So what's the point in living.
When I'm already dead?
Dreams of suicide are haunting me...
Longing to just cut those fucking wrists wide open!!
And to feel the warm flow of life, slowly fade out...
I am not a masoschist,
I just want this hellish suffering to end!
To just leaver this shitty place,
Whit a bloodsmearded grin on my face!
When will this happen?
- (Hopefully?) maby never...
Can it happen?
- Absolutely... (time will tell)
5. Dødsferd
Kalde armer strekkes ut.
Kalde fingre sliter i hud.
Stolte og standhaftige star de der,
tidens krigere, jordens haer.
Manen lyser ratt og matt.
Lager tuss og troll av kratt.
Himmelen morkner, natten faller,
Vinden hvisker, Nokken kaller...
Lyd av vinger, og ravner som skriker,
kvister som knekker og grener som spriker.
Ensomt sonn i Dyrets tegn.
Ensomt vandrer til Daudens heim...
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