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THORNESBREED LYRICS
"The Splendour Of The Repellent" (2003)
1. Unchaining Hatred
2. Wand`ring Through The Ashes of Thine
3. Ruthlessly Ordain`d To S.H.I.V.E.R.
4. Strength Increaseth
5. Masturbating The Mayhem
6. Chaos of Omens
7. Amongst These Grounds
1. Unchaining Hatred
2. Wand`ring Through The Ashes of Thine
I have walked opon pathes which are embers for thy feet.
I have come to set the black spirits free.
I have come to bring armageddon over thee.
I do curse. I do hate. I do blaspheme. I do desecrate ye Promis'd Land.
See the corpses burn, ye ravenous daemons I have call'd, for my human race hath fail'd to reveal the ultimate thruth.
Stench of thy god shall feed my wrath.
Behold! Thy lord hath died. Pride he hath not.
Luscious sins I celebrate for a complaint of thee.
Centuries I gave to find what is real.
Thou failéd'st; praying, enslaved and weak.
3. Ruthlessly Ordain`d To S.H.I.V.E.R.
Thus I do stand free, lest my mind tottereth.
Yet I do naught see. Ye lamb have I slaughter'd.
For rain falleth icy, shivers the lord.
My spirits extinguish'd.
Ordain'd by these words. Swahéd 'twixt ye swathes of darkness.
Swooming views of enlightening and pain.
The white fire trodden and ruthless blackeneth ye widely gazing eyes of mine.
Thence I do rise, rise from the grounds amongst which thou hast captur'd me once.
Gush'd out the huge splendid wounds.
Thus I do stand free, lest my mind tottereth.
Yet I do naught see. Ye lamb have I slaghter'd.
A stronghold curs'd, witheréd, burnt out.
Dost thou ever heed what hath restéd?
Surrender in sight of the white crowd.
Behold! My remains are bless'd to death!
Smelt'st thou ye silver thaw withal, deliberately I am standing upon?
Parch'd my flesh; a smitten-bones-burial.
Thereinafter this ordeal strideth on...
4. Strength Increaseth
Tempest hath arisen where my soul shall dwell for good, for I am now depriv'd of all flesh and blood.
I am searching for thee, sacrifice for ye land.
For my victim wilt thou be - arbitrary from my hand.
'Tis thy anguish I breathe. Hypocritéd grace lost.
Feel my wrath unsheath'd. Petrify through my frost.
Pestiferous thou art, my creation desecratést.
For ye heritage large now thou dreadfully payest... Vanish!
Thou shall'st suffer my pain.
Thou shall'st flee
Thou shall'st cease to be free.
Thou shall'st be slaves of mine.
5. Masturbating The Mayhem
Scornfully I have once curs'd thee.
Now ye mayhem hath quench'd my thirst for thy souls.
Now shall I take what I see.
Luscious flesh yearneth to be penetratéd.
Virgin bodies, pure, without the blemish of thy faith.
Sheer lust burneth ye skin.
Sinful groaning may I harvest.
Thou, believer of my prophécy, I do invite thee to blaspheme with me: Wilt thou sin in company of mine?
Extinguish'd is the earthes scum... Now the free spirits may bloom.
6. Chaos of Omens
God from my creation take from me this pain...Wilt thou neither kill nor strenghten me.
My fate thou holdést, lead'st as it seemeth, ruthlessly, merciless.
'Tis thy mission to feed my despairation and pain.
Bring me frost and rain; thus behold my loss.
Bring me torture and pain; enlighten me with sorrow. For old spirits once awaked... I do curse them, finally I do reign - as thou dost above me.
Slaughter me. For the old man hath turn'd, Striding back his path - He, thy unmerciful appearance, leading the chaos of omens. For thou let'st me see what never left.
Punish me as hard as thou dost. Slaughter my soul.
7. Amongst These Grounds
Dancing with the demons I succumb to the heavy mind.
Celebrations of thine deceiving my sanity.
O behold what glamorous joy to survive these threatening times when dignity swalloweth away - yet hath swallow'd unto the endless grounds.
Betray did these grounds me as thou did'st betray creatures that liken me, creatures that are afraid.
Pain, wrath, hatred and lust yet I felt when thou hast not ever seen what pride shall be.
Art thou betray'd thyselves through not beholding what existéd in deed?
Still thou art slaves asleep eternal.
Still waken I am resting in sore and frightening pain.
O behold what glamorous joy to survive these threatening times when dignity swalloweth away - yet hath swallow'd unto the endless grounds.
These grounds are my homestead when I suffer these times.
Such infinite splendour may I entitle my asylum; though yet I found not the path to the other place where I might stand amongst those who cannot be enslaved - not even enslaved by these grounds...
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