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POSITHRONE LYRICS
"Necropole" (2001 Demo)
1. We Are The Way
2. White Sun
3. Prodigial Soul
4. Gen-Errator
5. The Winter
6. Necropolitan Day
7. The Leaving
1. We Are The Way
Inside this raging galaxy, we're wandering through eternity
We dance on your mortality, nurturing an ancient fear
As we reach beyond the aeons, drown the world in chaos
We reverse your dogmata, we are bringing you the future
We will control - Conformity is poetry
No one escapes - The art of oppression
We are the way - The only way
We are the way and you're designed to fall
We are the way - The only way
We are the way and you're designed to crawl
End a decadent decade, reward you with damnation
No one here gets out alive, raise nations by invading
New constellations morphing, old divinations fading
We'll end the world in fire - without mercy or salvation
We will control - Conformity is poetry
No one escapes - The art of oppression
We are the way - The only way
We are the way and you're designed to fall
We are the way - The only way
We are the way and you're designed to crawl
Breaking the world
Frailing mankind
Command you to…die!
Darkening your light
We declare not peace but war, you mindless slaves will bow
Your foolish system's broken, existance fading now
Your world's spine is eroding, accept our masterplan
This is our new world order, surrender to the game
We are the way - The only way
We are the way - The age of suffering
We are the way - The only way
We are the way…for milleniums to come
Burn, Burn, we let your icons burn, freed from this kind, a kind so obsolete
Burn, Burn, we let your icons burn, freed from this kind, a kind so incomplete
Burn, Burn, we let your icons burn, freed from this kind, a kind so obsolete…right now.
2. White Sun
Gone away, O golden day
Gloomy skies, I realize
A sun appears, the one I need
To give me caress, a prophet of Death
White Sun, Orbit Son - Shine just one more time on me
White Sun, Orbit Son- Can't, can't you see ?
My light dies, on your skies
Black clouds arrive, a reaper's arise
Time to leave you, all alone
At the end I'm coming home
White Sun, Orbit Son - Filled completely by your light
White Sun, Orbit Son - My day becomes night
…with my last breath I remember it still, for it will never rise again
Orbit Son, my time has come
The end is near, I disappear
Tears fill my eyes, they turn to ice
Cold winters bury, my last smile
White Sun, Orbit Son - Shine just one more time on me
White Sun, Orbit Son- Can't, can't you see ?
White Sun, Orbit Son - Filled completely by your light
White Sun, Orbit Son - My day becomes night
3. Prodigial Soul
I'm sinking deeper, share your secrets
What dwells inside you, bolted-long-ago
When the night keeps falling, crossing thresholds of my mind
You're pounding deep inside
The daylight fades, will you obey now
Instead of forcing-me, to go astray
When the night keeps falling, crossing thresholds of my mind
You're pounnding deep inside
I - I wait for you, for you to give in
Deep - Deep down in me, you lie alone, pretending
You - You smile at me, surreal and mistaken
I Drown - Drown in your seas, eternally bonded, depending
You spread your wings, I die in silence
A desp'rate sigh, a suppressed cry
When the night keeps falling, crossing thresholds of my mind
You carved your seal in my flesh and my mind
I - I wait for you, for you to give in
Deep - Deep down in me, you lie alone, pretending
You - You smile at me, surreal and mistaken
I Drown - Drown in your seas, eternally bonded, depending
Let me have your sorrow - Sink with me in blue
All my fears will flow free - Unlock your gates, for me
When the night keeps falling, crossing thresholds of my mind
You're pounding deep inside
4. Gen-Errator
A faceless crowd, the scent of isolation
Blind eyes stare, without contemplation
Fear superior, fatal consternation
A tele-vision's eye, master-masturbation
In non-human form, we're returning in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
A mating game, a grotesque imitation
To feel the pain of mental copulation
The creatures, they howl, desperation
The answer delivered, a wasted imitation
In non-human form, we're returning in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
Mankinds destruction is made sure throughout the ages, a dying creed, reared on greed and arrogance, crawling in a ruined world of lost identity…finally released by a technological supremacy
And madness reigns, transfiguration
A vanishing breed, degeneration
Lifeless structures, pure dehumination
From pride to fall, mass extermination
In non-human form, we're returing in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
Mindrape procreate, obey and subdue
Gen-Errator, now they're coming for you
…now they're coming for you
5. The Winter
6. Necropolitan Day
Dawn breaks down, dead but alive
A gaunt expression, of the end
Burned out, wasted, empty, hollow
Today's just yesterdays tomorrow
Your sun dried out, the ashes sifted
But you're still here, warped and twisted
As time went by, your face grew sad
Don't you know ?
You're already dead…already dead
Pure I lived in normality, from the code of common sense I'm free
But I relased reality, my world now flickers grotesquely
I lived a blind man's life in bliss, somewhere night and day between
The wounds of unlived dreams don't heal, as waiflike memories they appeal
Fear comes ripping through the night, corrodes me slowly by and by
Tried in vain to see the sky, with my eyes closed, I prowl the night
Velvet words hiss through my mind, they grow louder as I lay
In the womb of phantom madness - On this Necropolitan day
The portal of the mind's eye open, now I'm christlike, whipped and broken
A thousend fattened years gone by and nothing's changed or rearranged
Stillborn dreams born by a fool, strangled by everyday's concessions
Creates a dreadful constellation of paralysing cold frustration
Fear comes ripping through the night, corrodes me slowly by and by
Tried in vain to see the sky, with my eyes closed, I prowl the night
Velvet words hiss through my mind, they grow louder as I lay
In the womb of phantom madness - On this Necropolitan day
As I dwell in this darkened room, I lift the worlds weight on my back
I broke the seal of contemplation, all that's left is desperation
Frozen movements in the night, behind the veil of loneliness
I feed on melancholy thoughts, no place to run no place to hide
I'm the master of disguise, hid all my wishes and my passions
As they stumble onto surface, took me with them and they break me
Even bitter things seek meaning, they grow louder as I lay
In the womb of perfect madness - On this Necropolitan day
Leave o leave me to my sorrows - Here I'll sit and fade away
'Til I'm nothing but a spirit - And I lose this form of clay
Once a dream did weave a shade - On my angel guarded bed
Troubled wildered and forlorn - dark, benighted, sorrowborn.
Sorrowborn
7. The Leaving
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