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POLYMORPH LYRICS
"Disgraceful Supper" (2005 EP)
1. Innocent Suffering
2. Masters Demand
3. Disgraceful Supper
4. The Downfall
5. In The Eyes of Death
1. Innocent Suffering
My veins are filled with hate and rage
My eyes see a way
Lining with running streams
Full of human blood
Piles of choped and mutilated corpse
Lament and mortal breathing
Countless bodies tormenting
Physical and mental
Bending in glowing fire
Executed as sinful brood
Burden with the curse of ungodliness
To change between sacrilege and limpness
Victim of contradictory perfection
The dogma´s infallibility
Defendants as enemies and slanderes of the christianity
Stained with terrific fun and sexual offence
Accused to be possed by satan
To sow conflict and enmity between the faithful
God´s rage should soften them
To confess remorse under the sign of the cross
Condemned to innocent grief by the tribunal of death
To agony mentaly and bodily
Condemnation as punishment of unbelief
Visions full of cruelty
Bathed in sulfur wormeaten
Filth and rottenness
Defiled with faeces
Completly cleaned up
By divined commandment
Eternal dying roast in flames
Sin and death
Caught in purgatory
2. Masters Demand
Abysmal evil in humane form
Morbid thinking by thousend of souls
The incarnate evil the hell on earth
So he speaks to me
It´s me your loyal servant of evil
It´s me offering sacrifice by sacrifice
They have to suffer
They have to scream
Because of pain´s anguish
They have to beg to implore
for their release through death
if I sever dismember and dishonour them slowly
Through me lifes you
My body is your´s
Your voice was expected with yearning
I love it, it turns me on
I have to kill again for you my master
In intoxication of ecstasy I find your sacrifice
Full of delight and well being
I´ll slash the bitch
The blood smearing about skin of my body
It excites me how it begs for mercy like an animal
How it´s suffering, tormenting and writhing in pain
How the last breath of it´s life ascapes from it´s miserable carcass
Every thrust a thrust of power
over the life / Which is given by god
It is dead
I drink her juice of life the spirit of the naked body
I cut the limbs of the trunk the cut carcass makes me horny
The scent of dead body Sugary and pungent
Intensify my instinct Fuck the dirty slut
Masturbate into the clut covering with blood
The pleasure still the master´s demand
3. Disgraceful Supper
The chapel is illuminate of sacred light.
The altar is adorn with disgust and agony.
A dead body lying on the throne of god.
A virgin as a gift of god.
Holy hymne invites to last supper.
Ceremony devoted to Jesus Christ.
The priest speaks to Jesus´ herd with raised host and greedy
face about the coming of god´s empire:
“Crowd of god anoint your head and clear yourself.
Your Jesus Christ show divine mercy.
Eat this innards, he leaves you participate to agree with him.”
The following is ready for the disgraceful last supper.
Everyone of them is bowing about the woman´s body.
The priest speaks the sacred words with an horrible voice:
“Affected legs, rosy flesh, given for you - the body of Jesus Christ,
sheded for you – the blood of Jesus Christ, clot mess of blood and urine.
Take in this divine breast.
Awfully fruits full of bad desire.
Symbols of his presence and love are showing you your real urge.”
The Sacrament continues far into the night,
till the corpse slump down,
Chastly slaves of god,
the sacrifice is accomplished now.
The everlasting life awakes now for you.
Be inclined to all the cravings for flesh,
your god forgives you all sins now...
4. The Downfall
Church of Jesus Christ you wife of the almighty god
impediment by looking for the truth
Do you see your old face in the mirror?
It casts far shadows over the light
Piles of lines, so disgusting
Incest on thousand will come over you
The day of the last judgement is near at hand
where conspiracy of silence trickle away
the moment, where your power is breaking
Our armed forces is gathering to lead the act of revenge against you
Once you have recruited slaves to gag the spirit of the individual
You have spread the seed of the evil
to hold awake the superstition of the little people
Stop, with the endless twaddle of known trifles
Piles of lies...
Stop, with this insidious game
The revenge belongs to us, your fall is our aim
You´re missing the vasalls of lowest intelligence from the past
slaves, who will go to the war of religion for you
army, which try desperately to save the sinking ship of faith
You´ll be a crushing defeated
We´re stretching the hands to an oath
You´ll feel the hate of your nation by us
The revenge of every one shall massacring you
We´ll bring you down of your throne
Your spirizual leaders will pull down brutaly in this war
The loyality to reality lead us to the triumph
It will be an honour for us to free the mankind of the yoke of erroneous belief
The fight will not end, we didn´t rest
until all, that´s holy for you, will stick as dust at our shoes
Spiritual mother church, wife of the almighty god
Incest on thousand will come over you
Today is the day of the truth
Adulteration of the life, prison for the soul
Morbid disturbance in the spirit of time
You´re doomed the downfall
5. In The Eyes of Death
t´s placed in secret
In grey domains of darkness,
damned to the end of time so should it be.
But the bane of immortality didn´t let it die.
It´s lying dormant, deep down in the vault of oblivion.
Well, the horror was forgotten, the agonies, the incredible sorrow.
Deceiving by the glaring light, ignoring the darkness.
The Battel defeated, but was the war won?
And the darkness was raising, from the deep of ruin.
The warrior´s body was flash through of pain.
Memories became evident, of the battel´s agonies, of the victims, he brought.
The resurrection of the beast, the prophet´s prediction.
The sneaking death was calling in life, and so it emerges from the shadow´s empire.
Languish tongues felt the blood.
“The revenge is mine, of the battlefield of death”
Tremendous seeming strength, brewded by pain, misery and ruin
were flooding the field of decision.
The warrio´s sword was crashed, shield of defence was too strong.
The body toring by wounds he sags weakened at the knees,
and sinks in the mud of self-pity.
Where was he, the titan full of glamour and glory,
he was broken, a picture full of fear and lament.
Despaired cry sounded, for the spirits of trust.
They had the power and gave him courage.
The pride, the energy to survive,
were ever there and guard over the warrior´s spirit.
He found the trust in himself, and full of the sword of new life,
deeply in the back of the beast, so, that it has to die, in eternal darkness
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