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IMPURITY LYRICS
"Of Lust and War" (2007)
1. Rise of the Merciless
2. Of Lust and War
3. Prayer to the Eidolon
4. Into the Crypt
5. Beneath the Ashen Grave
6. Eve of the Nine Kings
7. Demon's Harvest
8. Vice and Virtue
9. The Algid Heath
10. The Awakening of Kumbhakarna
11. Scourge of the Reviler
12. Epilogue
1. Rise of the Merciless
2. Of Lust and War
Ages passed and battles wonCountless conquered worlds now goneHere I rest on this lavish throneForged from flesh and broken boneI carry not a single griefAs these scarlets weep on bended kneeTheir lives, to me, mean nothing more Than their kin who dropped beneath my swordI am the breath that gives them life; the master of the cosmic seaI am the only constant being; the ruler of eternal shoresThese thwarted foes and rebel souls Seek to avenge the day they fellThe day I silenced everything But the drone of the ever-ringing knellTheir feeble lives will morrow ceaseAt dawn my vengeance is reborn Below shall they forever sleepAnd dream of lust and war
3. Prayer to the Eidolon
4. Into the Crypt
5. Beneath the Ashen Grave
Be there no query of the strength of menOf fearsome men that trod the landWith sword in hand and shield they standThe mark of might that bears the clanSet high, this frozen world they spanBut in the lands that lie belowA hatred grows almost unknownBut written of in ancient loreA world once theirs, now scorched by warsA place where lost souls find no restThe heart of life dug from its chestAs a being that was once aliveFrom 'neath its corpse death now shall riseBeneath the ashen graveThe hatred takes its formA blackened mass; a vision so malignedNow to the north they stormSearing screams are heard From the depths of the lower landsA call to arms is raised, raised highThe steel within man's handsThe hatred makes its presence; now begins the epic clashOf bone, blood, steel, and flame'til all that's left is ash
6. Eve of the Nine Kings
A bell resounds, my dreams aboundWith sundered sights and vexing soundsErratic sleep; my conscience bleedsA squalid mire of stale debrisThe wraith it came the night beforeO'er the lane and through my doorOn its grating breath, a note it boreA note just like the night before"Arise from sleep", it spoke to me with dripping tongues and gaping teeth"The eve is nigh, the time is near, look to the sky in seven years.The sea will rise, the earth will heave the kings of nine will downward sweepOn thrones of porous ivory, the heads of men under their feet.""A dream, no doubt", I thought aloudPatting sweat atop my browRelieved to be awake and freeOf horrid dreams and restless sleepI rubbed my eyes but trembled forI found a pair of gaping soresAffright, I yelled a ghastly roarI dug them out the night before
7. Demon's Harvest
8. Vice and Virtue
9. The Algid Heath
Surge of sin shall mortals quell A soulless deep; the inner shell No man shall sleep nor dream again Of the blackened fringe of sorrow's den Malicious plague of legend sweeps Beyond the hallowed winter's shore A legion born of the frozen keep Shall be left alone in peace no moreIce-born fury; Sender of souls to the algid heath Spare them not For their flesh is but bitter meat No skin of sheep in the sun shall bask When their bones are beneath your trodden path
10. The Awakening of Kumbhakarna
Gathered hordes bear feast at the cavern entranceRaw flesh dragged in heaps to the sleeping titanThrong of demons stream into the openingBrood surrounds the slumbering, sullen kingHuman meat piled highBanshees flock from the skyOfferings gather massAll to appease his wrathSilence now rules the shrineLegions kneel and pass the time"Stench of death, from flesh ariseLord of rage, open your eyes"Mortal realm Swallowed by unholy prideTrampled land, Heathen tongue leaves oceans dry Lord of battles rise to hear your army's cryKumbhakarna, your enemies have come to die The awakening (of Kumbhakarna) Spirits, souls, apparitions writhingScreaming ghouls to his will abidingBanshees wail, anger boils inside himFrenzied hate, Kumbhakarna rising
11. Scourge of the Reviler
Profanation spoken in the ritual arenaA martyr’s willful death in honor of the reviledLearning of the sacrifice, an angry god resoundsA lock of hair pulled from his head and dashed to the groundA Black Demon is summoned; the dreadful Virabhadra takes formRisen from the earth, brandishing one thousand arms Hateful incarnation, the bane of life itselfBore his teeth as a scowl furrowed his browAdorned with the heads of men, he hulked amongst the cloudsFollowed by a horde of beasts and foul demons birthed from hellA blazing wrath had been unleashed, his might could kill Death himselfA tumultuous roar was heard in the distanceConceivably signaling the world’s endAn infinite terror struck their depraved heartsHysteria commenced as they ran for their lives
12. Epilogue
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