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PHOBIC LYRICS
"Sick Bleamished Uncreation" (2001)
1. Funebre Nuclearity
2. Wickedness
3. Iconoclast Rapture
4. Feed Flesh Messenger
5. Blemish Murder Execution
6. Spawn Born In Sin
7. Mured And Left Behind
8. Manifestation Of Hate
9. The Right Ones
10. Cancer Of Soul
11. S-L-999
1. Funebre Nuclearity
War... death
Dark and marshy paths take you to a place wherer forgotten corpses restless lie
Bright vision of destruction of short duration
Nothing will shine except this majestic holocaust... holocaust...
Aware that the sun will not rise anymore
Massacre impressed in your mind with stench of carbonized corpses our mourning march will resume like a funeral
Dark and marshy paths take you to a place wherer forgotten corpses restless lie
Bright vision of destruction of short duration
Massacre impressed in your mind... holocaust
This is not a game to lose... lose or win... win
Nuclear sabbath alive and you can not stop it
Nothing will shine except this majestic holocaust
2. Wickedness
With a cross in your hand with a cross around your neck you kill many innocents
With a blessing of your god with your lies you guide the killer's hand
With a cross on your breast with your faith you disseminate the fear
Satan is one of the big columns of a christian creed
If christian people break this they break a concept of sin
They fight for you, fight against me
the Murdering, Murdering cross!
Ny court is ready and your cross won't save your life forever blood of innocents you have killed will wash your sins and your lies
The sons of the dark with their
God dance around the fire
Around the fire that will burn your sin and your cross
Murderous cross, fights have started and you won't stop the warrior of satan
3. Iconoclast Rapture
God or any other symbol that may restrict to follow your true instinct
I feel that blasphemy is the true way for freeing your soul bliss
In your God I don't trust, in your false words
I don't lose... don't lose
War, genocide, death and blasphemy
In God nothingness is erected and nothingness is consacrated
Now it's late for stopping the apocalypse
Iconoclast rapture is what feeds my pleasure
You don't stop that the blasphemy seed...
More years later of murder and submission now the answer is easy... revenge
More years later of christian guide
More years later of christian guide simbol
(now the answer is easy... iconoclast rapture)
4. Feed Flesh Messenger
A solemn need of my hand to touch a new skin
Only now I can feel my emptiness and see what I'll be
Now I can feel the scent of castity ephemeral as petals of rose but I know a stink of carnality and death can last forever
For my perverse sensation
I adore your gaze on my abomination
Silence... listen to in the deep of the night their recall and ask...
What guides my body?
A mechanic pleasure or an eternal oblivion?
Manipulation of mind is a way to an inner-pleasure
Feel a scent of my sick flesh
Feel a scent of a new skin
For my perverse sensation
I adore your gaze on my abomination
Now you know my flesh now you... know what I am
Now you descend into my (innerwar you know what I'll be)
Self pity will not make me pure as submission will not make me a martyr
Manipulation of mind is a way to an inner pleasure as my sick flesh is the only liberation from your purity
5. Blemish Murder Execution
Blemish... reason for what I am
Murder... incarnation of an obscure perversion
Execution... way to my pleasure
Death... all that I learnt
Shout pain... all that I listened
Wounds... all that adrons my body
I don't hide myself behind a stupid cynism or in a dusty loneliness but it's the contact with the useless humanity makes me a pure massanger of flesh and death
Blemish (Death)
Murder (Shout pain)
Execution (Wounds)
but the contact with the useless humanity makes me a pure messanger of flesh and death
Blemish, Murder, Execution
(Blemish...) reason for what I am
(Murder...) incarnation of an obscure perversion
(Execution...) way to my pleasure... pleasure...
To possess last truth
Since my birth up to now was unknown to me
Ways of evil open my eyes...
It's the Mourncult that makes me adore the murdere It's My way of crying and praise the magnificence of blood
6. Spawn Born In Sin
Spawn, spawn born in sin, sons of perversion feeded with dreams of blood and flesh
Born in your mind and in it a new son of blood and sin grows... blood and sin
Born in your mind and in it a new son of blood and sin grows... blood and sin
Blood, sin, death, shouts
Spawn born in sin...
Little white bodies in the chaos of my mind shout
The skull of my spawn beating on rock over and over again
Son of sin, in you lives what a humanity hides behind fearful gazes... fearful gazes
Son of sin, in you lives what a humanity hides behind hypocrityc gates
Son of sin, in you lives what a humanity hides (but that never kill... never kill)
Every repressed instinct generates a spawn of sin It's a part of everyone... it's a sick part of everyone
7. Mured And Left Behind
Let's Fuck!
In a noiseless and freezing deposit of death your body is alive but imprisoned and your eyes see only a faint light
In your body you could feel grow up the fear and you could feel on your skin the weight of the waiting and the desire of death
All is pleasure and all is madness
Blaspheme wisdom leads me to this psychotic journey
Freezing and wrapping hand of the purest homicidal nichilist form shuts me in itself but loathing is knowledge for me
Anxiously to learn the pain from whom I kill
8. Manifestation Of Hate
Violence is something innate
Something my body and my mind can not remove
Violence is something we learn
As we learn to walk and talk
We learn to be aggressive and violence the result of too many frustrations
A man victim of his pain open his wounds and his shout is ours, Manifestation of hate
A man victim of his iniquity open his wounds and his violence is ours, Manifestation of hate
Everything is born when you listen to a voice into the deep of your rotten soul
Everything is born when a sick past becomes a sick present
Hate lives in my past... just like decay lives i my eyes
Frustration isn't a way to your salvation
Manifestation of hate is irradicated in my mind
Manifestation of hate is the way to my mind
Fear isn't a way to your salvation
Manifestation of hate is irradicated in my mind
Manifestation of hate is the way to my... mind
9. The Right Ones
Oh Majestic Lord here I stand
I stand in fornt of you and ask off you what I desire
What's most important to me
You put real light in my heart
I embrace your message and fully understand how to be right and peaceful is my soul
Open your eyes and you will live
Closing your eyes you will die
There is no place for Jesus in these present years
2000 years of imprisonment are enough christianity
It does not deserve your attention, you could release your soul to him
10. Cancer Of Soul
Why don't you try to dare the dust of the past?
Suicidal temptations reign in your body
Feel it, while it creeps in your mind
Stop it... kill it... otherwise... you will die
Evil... spread cells
Sordid emotion.... a gravid cancer...
'Swalls my sanity
Evil desires the crimes of death
Research of the flesh, lust of a morbid dream
All this is my strength, let me scream
A primordial archetype of a suffering feeling
Cancer of soul... time has come... you will die and the Gods... the Gods will die
Divine death of the soul
Cancer of soul... time has come... you must die
The essence of the soul is the principle of a darkside
The essence of the soul is the principle of a darkside
You escape from every answer
You trample on the blood
11. S-L-999
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