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SARGATANAS REIGN LYRICS
"Bloodwork - Techniques Of Torture" (2005)
1. Preface
2. Techniques of Torture
3. Chaos Theory
4. Sliver
5. Come Greet Me Crawlers
6. Hellnation
7. Blood Katharsis
8. The Parnassus Journal
9. Blindfolded
10. Kevlar Throat
1. Preface
2. Techniques of Torture
Kissing your smooth blue lips correct
With my hands tight around your neck
Your eyes once so bright now dead
Staring blindly in your head
Techniques of torture;
Tyranny total supremacy
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
Profanation of a body so divine
Mistreating it as it was mine
Humiliation of your empty soul
Piercing your mind no self control
Techniques of torture;
Tyranny total supremacy
Blood drenched in violent acts
Ripping your skin and burning flesh
Rape murder becomes art in slavery
And your labour gives me supremacy
Techniques of torture;
Tyranny total supremacy
3. Chaos Theory
Ruled by emotions, clouded perception
Emotionless perspective doesn’t exist
All these feelings burning inside
Getting hold on me, takes control
This world is…
Faceless, blind, ruthless, cold
Regain control, logical revolution
Thoughts collide, escalation
Next level of pain…comes alive
[Lead: Kristoffer Andersson / Marcus Lundberg]
Self-inflicted torture of the mind
Physical lies, deeds of the flesh
Cancer fed feelings dressed in black
Cancer fed thought feel the tumours grow
This world is…
Faceless, blind, ruthless, cold
Regain control, logical chaos
Evaluate euphoria, decrease
Next level of lies, dormant, calm
Breathing diseases walking upright
Death of all mankind is my religion
Acts of fools echoes in the past and paints the future
No hope for me, my mind is blank
This world is…
Faceless, blind, ruthless, cold
Regain control, logical evolution
Next level of pain… comes alive
4. Sliver
Chosen as my tender victim
Twisting by the pain inflicting
Bestial appetites to sate,
As flesh and steel I mate
Twist the blade
& blood is pouring from the torso
Twist the blade; the sliver man I am
I wanna feel your body breaking
When the life from you I’m taking
You were an easy prey
Under my genial blade
Living out a life of decadence
Without any thought of consequence
So be it on our headstone
Which cut deep down to the bone
Chosen as my tender victim
Twisting by the pain inflicting
Bestial appetites to sate,
As flesh and steel I mate
Twist the blade
& blood is pouring from the torso
Twist the blade; the sliver man I am
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
[Lead: Kristoffer Andersson]
I wanna feel your body breaking
When the life from you I’m taking
You were an easy prey
Under my genial blade
5. Come Greet Me Crawlers
An emotional devastation
For you to swallow
Slide down the walls of fury
To reach deep down inside
Come greet me crawlers,
Come hail me swallowers
Grasp and claw for your being
Feel the dirt become you
Lay yourself down in my world
Slowly turn your eyes away
Reap the fearless empty
Empty for life eternally
Your pain is not yours
It’s just for you to hold
Come greet me crawlers,
Come hail me swallowers
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
Come greet me crawlers,
Come hail me swallowers
Grasp and claw for your being
Feel the dirt become you
Lay yourself down in my world
Slowly turn your eyes away
6. Hellnation
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
A strong antipathy towards your life
Connected and bound to an inside strife
An infantile mind inside a vivid head
Meeting my will and soon you’ll be dead
Blood and torture – walking hand in hand
Our Hellnation – despise the promised land
You feel your presence, feel you’re so alive
Isn’t it ironic when you’re about to die
Lying carved up on your nightmare bed
Crawling in blood when I’m dissecting your head
Blood and torture – walking hand in hand
Our Hellnation – despise the promised land
Fantasies of penetrating knifes
Blessing all your Christian lies
Die for our sins, and we sin even more
Blessed are the dead, you Christian whore
Blood and torture – waling hand in hand
Our Hellnatin – despise the promised land
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
7. Blood Katharsis
I carve my restless knife in me, and swallow the fear of my fate
You never thought my intentions were indulgences of an unexplored hate
A thrilling set of pungent emotions have awoken my slumbering need
Come to be the Death-Marquise’s victim, let my instruments make you bleed
Sick and twisted acts of depravity; obedience under impulsive decision
Crimson stains the periphery, minimal resistance from the opposition
With a destructive rationale beside, your transparent skin turns blue,
We are so cold when you are dead, so are the objects I’ve placed in your
Blood splattered angel; molested with blades
My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Scrape the dead of my loving lips and take the obscene further
Caress the blood, from a subjective mannequin; of this unseen murder
Acts of passion, dreams fulfilled; you weren’t given any choice
The vital spark in your eyes is gone, my desperation stole your voice
Blood spattered angels; molested with blades
My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
Wash the blood away from the hands of deeds, and let the petrol flow
Watch the flies fight about the tiny that’s not buried 6 ft. below
Perversions turns to ashes, after I’ve sacrificially enlit a fire
All is gone but an empty soul, there are no more traces of my sick desire
Blood spattered angel; molested with blades
My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Your god is dead, but I am alive…
8. The Parnassus Journal
Naked, bloody bodies in a variety of
Twisted poses, strewn about…
Naked models, spattered with profane red
Veins are pumping, blood is pissing
No interests in the life you’re missing
Blood drenched torture, acts of knives
Extravagant murder, the taking of lives
Convulsive actors mutilated and dead
Shred their flesh, blood must be shed
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Bleeding works of art
Just a canvas to paint-in barren decadence
[Lead: Kristoffer Andersson]
Play with the insides, drill and grind
All the creative ways, only you can find
Peel his face, suck his eyeballs dry
Make them crawl in their own blood,
Make them wanna die…
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Bleeding works of art
Just a canvas to paint-in barren decadence
9. Blindfolded
An atmosphere of deadly pain
Extinguish the fire that drives my soul
Slow apathy is spreading through my brain
Redeeming me as death takes hold
Blindfolded by suicidal thoughts;
The wolf leader is now the stalked…
Intentions of torture tingle my spine,
Primal feeding on the multitudes of death
A dead body lying next to mine
Primitive instinct – a passion for flesh
Blindfolded by suicidal thoughts
The wolf leader is now the stalked…
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
Blindfolded by suicidal thoughts;
The wolf leader is now the stalked…
Hour by hour, the strings snaps inside
Reason upset into examine my death
Length of a second to take my own life
Time growing shorter with every regret
Blindfolded by suicidal thoughts;
The wolf leader is now the stalked…
10. Kevlar Throat
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
This isn’t a way to be a martyr, to manifest my pain
Maybe it’s one of life’s great demands, to go down the drain
No one told me it would be self-destructive just to care
One thing this fucking world will never be is; fair
See the light in the end of the pipe
Enter the realms of suicide paradise
Dead is the value of your name
The vanity of living is your pain
Can’t hold the rage when the truth is shed
Mission naïve; saving a world that’s already dead
Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime
Political correctness, makes you see what to believe
Religion, media, politics streaming…
Schizoid world orders screaming!
See the light in the end of the pipe
Enter the realms of suicide paradise
Dead is the value of your name
The vanity of living is your pain
[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]
A perception of incompetence; the blind leading insanity
Exhausted by frustrations, it leads to complete anarchy
Insecurity for social hierarchy drives reason to extremes
All that’s left of value; is to die a painful death, it seems
Religion, media, politics streaming…
Schizoid world orders screaming!
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