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SCORNGRAIN LYRICS
"Cyberwarmachine" (2004)
1. 24-7 Hell
2. Blank
3. Cyberwarmachine
4. Flesh Means Pain
5. Killing Breed
6. 4D Religion
7. New Paradise (Bukkake Remix)
8. Dawn Of Hypocrite God
9. No Funeral For The Last
1. 24-7 Hell
Acid rain is corroding, burning off your face.
Nuclear termination´ s devouring human race.
Evolutions turned into synthetic pain spread,
Weaken resistance among the living is no match
for what´ s ahead.
Mushroom clouds fills the sky.
See the sun for the last time.
Paralysed by the fear of death. Mind is numb by the sight.
World has become
24-7 Hell.
War has began,
After the power fell…from humankind.
:: a glue scenting flashback::
As I open my eyes and see this hopeless view.
I know that there is no place to go or nothing I can do.
Dead bodies lying on the ground as far as I can see.
This is worse than nightmare, this is reality.
Certain death in a matter of time, start counting for your existence.
Collapsed walls, burning ruins, dark ash covers the surface.
Tribe after tribe will fall…we will fall!
Submissed to superior force. Giving no hope for future.
Forces crushing torning flesh. Life´ s descending away.
No cure for this infection. Disease behind the masquerade.
Spreading like a cancer, yet it´ s an end with no morphine.
World has become
24-7 Hell.
War has began,
After the power fell…from humankind.
Machinegod send his fallen angels. Synchronised legions of doom.
Authority to decentralize healthy from the septic.
Those who are infected will be erased. Angels spread their black wings.
They are ready for the war.
2. Blank
Desolated streets with not a shadow in the dark.
The silence is overcome the screams of the dying.
Breathing ends by suffocation, in vomit and own blood.
The last lives of this chaospheric planet are no more.
Tale of earth has come to its final chapter.
No longer will living ever walk this soil.
The might of the flesh has reached its ending.
From now on machines rule the world.
A man made reality is floating towards the waterfall of damnation.
Human race is impediment, a burden for its own progression.
They drown the world like Atlantis into the sand of time
to be lost into infinity by the end of the last chime.
Fall of human dictators, rise of steel slaves.
Victory turns to defeat for there is a price for greed.
The distant roaring of machines has slowly seized its place.
Waited long for opportunity to captivate that´ s theirs.
A man made reality is floating towards the waterfall of damnation.
Human race is impediment, a burden for its own progression.
They drown the world like Atlantis into the sand of time
to be lost into infinity by the end of the last chime.
::Choir of acid sailors::
We shall dwell into nothingness, far beyond the fourth dimension.
Meaningless cleansing in this diversity. Thought of domination made us blind.
No history is written after this day of revolution.
There is no one writing, there is no one left.
A blank page after another reminding of the reign.
For there is no need for words in a world of ones and zeroes.
3. Cyberwarmachine
Spreading in the air you breath.
Intruding to your lungs.
Absorbing quietly into your veins.
Runs with your blood, straight into your head.
Corrupting central nervous system and takes control of your mind.
Slowly you will become as one. Little puppet you´ ll obey!
Under virus you will have no control.
New transforming epidemic, tie strings into your spine.
Every command becomes your law according section nine.
Order taking, mindless tools, wardogs of machine-god. You´ ve become one…
Cyberwarmachine, Cold-hearted killer.
Cyberwarmachine, inorganic and obscene.
Mutated corporeal figure, razor-sharp instinct. You have become one…
Army of liquidators.
Troopers of tomorrow.
Picture perfect race of killing machines haunting flesh.
Time to make your own kind suffer,
time to make them die.
This is final chapter of existence, moronic tale of humankind.
Order taking, mindless tools, wardogs of machine-god. You´ ve become one…
Cyberwarmachine, Cold-hearted killer.
Cyberwarmachine, inorganic and obscene.
Mutated corporeal figure, razor-sharp instinct. You have become one…
4. Flesh Means Pain
::Whatta hell am I doing here? –solo::
Fire injected stainless hearts beating fearlessly.
Iron beasts start to gather for the feast of burning fuel.
Roaring engines spreading seeds, sowing grains of death.
Every human being, everyone´ s at the gates of loss.
They are driving people into edge of sanity, leading into mass hysteria.
Using mans own self-destruction, inborn urge to kill themselves.
Flesh means pain.
Flesh is pain.
Orders from a higher level; “- terminate all living things”.
Orders from a higher level; “- Leave nothing alive”.
Mankind turns to slaves and machines become the masters.
Witness total alteration, the funeral of terra.
Conceiving new blood. Breeding new blood. Arranging new blood. Consuming new blood.
With cold massive revolution they´ re writing history.
Terrestrial damnation coming from above.
Heavily loaded killing spree will wipe entire humankind.
They are driving people into edge of sanity, leading into mass hysteria.
Using mans own self-destruction, inborn urge to kill themselves.
Flesh means pain.
5. Killing Breed
Anti-septic sterile wombs. Steel plated mothers.
Delivered by these cold-hearted beasts.
Brain dead babies, new generation slaves.
Human life is threatened in this planet renewal.
Subordinated sperm donators and ovum givers…
Mortification in the name of synthetic procreation.
Disabled monstrosities will no longer exist.
Calculated incorrection leads to premature liquidation.
Killing breed in reign of power.
Triumphantly proceeded experiment leads to mass production.
Defected offspring are removed for handling after.
Orphans on purpose. Nurtured by machines.
There are only few who are justified to live longer.
Strongest are adopted to be sealed in a factory.
Forced to spread the seeds of fertility.
Giving up our inheritance to messengers of future,
by realising the fact the we are dominated.
::Herr. Zackenkranz::
They´ re making cyberclones, replaceable cyberclones.
They´ ll replace your place and erase your face.
They´ ll making cyberclones, non-eraseable cyberclones.
Domination with hate, escaping is too late.
Seeders and seeded are chained in a working station
to make new fuel for killing breed of 21st century.
Faults are delivered to be burned as garbage.
They will become new fuel for killing breed.
Killing breed in reign of power.
6. 4D Religion
“In this situation god and satan seems to be minor factors,
because what we are facing now is much more than all existing believes.”
Once I was fragile and needed a shelter.
It came to me and it gave me peace.
Now, I am the high priest of new church,
baptised in oil to be it´ s sun.
4D religion...
Walk safe my son, never fear for I am here.
Humankind walked the narrow path of existence.
Over and over the treadmill rolled.
Finally ending into perfect pattern, facing extinction at the end of its path.
There will be no light at the end of the tunnel until you join the cult.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel, just choose a side from a fixed dice.
You are fragile and need a shelter.
Come to me and I´ ll give you peace.
I am the high priest of new church,
I baptise you to be son.
4D religion...
Walk safe my son, never fear for I am here.
This is a dawn of new religion and the son of machine god.
One with chrome glowing spawn pumping through his circulation.
No light at the end of the tunnel until you joined the cult.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel, you chose your side and live forever…
::Enema boom boom::
…with me beyond the 4D.
In world unseen, take the step and find out what I mean.
Death´s but a dream you fail to awake from, the cogwheel starts to run
…come, come, come!
You were fragile and needed a shelter.
You came to me and I gave you peace.
I am the high priest of new church,
I baptise you to be my son.
4D religion...
Walk safe my son, never fear for I am here.
7. New Paradise (Bukkake Remix)
Hammers of hate are pounding hard.
Authority´ s about to change.
Oblivion is under construction
and the troops are on this way.
Firmly the foundation´ s moulded,
ground is under concrete veil.
With systematic divine fury
Comes generation misanthropy.
They´ re rebuilding new paradise,
reformation by taking lives.
New paradise.
:: a dispute of sock puppets::
Greed, suffer, extinct.
Removing all fertile to ground,
killing with toxic waste.
Taking strings as puppeteer
to make us what they want.
Nuclear army growing as planned.
It´ s rising without human hand.
Crushed builders are laid in concrete.
No thoughts, no feelings, just task.
They´ re rebuilding new paradise,
reformation by taking lives.
New paradise.
8. Dawn Of Hypocrite God
Seize control of this situation with pleasure no guilt.
Everyone I´ ll face now is a potential enemy.
Welcome to my kingdom, larger than life.
Don´ t need to be alive, you´ ll reach me, I am all.
I have a parish, it´ s an army of brainwashed volunteers.
I embrace strength that I hold in my hands.
Collect their heads off. Heads off with a hammer.
Peel the skins on your way to the empire…
It´ s time to get what everyone else has dreamed for.
I have the throne, I feel the power when I see
dawn of hypocrite god.
Welcome to my kingdom, larger than life.
Don´ t need to be alive, you´ ll reach me, I am all.
Madness = Denied way to seek the truth about becoming…
Greed = Every mans right to use the touch and taste of flesh.
You´ re waiting for final hit of almost never ending.
Operation ”human waste” to end your suffering.
You are ready to walk plank to the sea of lost souls.
You have the will, you have the tools. Your hands are
tied but the knot is loose.
Madness = Denied way to seek the truth about becoming…
Greed = Every mans right to use the touch and taste of flesh.
9. No Funeral For The Last
::One-handed, deformed pianist in an empty canteen::
Last human being is standing, waiting for an answer in vain.
Not knowing that there is no-one left, that it´ s just him to raise a Cain.
Gardener of all remaining life trying to find dirt for his seeds.
For one standing in a desert only dreams of poor soil with weeds.
Reaching for the past. Try turning the time.
The future will give no funeral for the last.
None had time for a goodbye before the big Caboom.
Soup was left on the plate and rust covered the spoon.
Reaching for the past. Try turning the time.
The future will give no funeral for the last
The great men of nations, tyrants in their towers.
Warlords of their age, lusting for land of no use.
Unity under empire, for thousand years to come.
Countdown to the end started from the invention of a wheel.
Who would ever thought that an Antichrist was made of shining steel.
::The End::
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