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Down
03:35
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spiral downwards into an endless void
free fall towards the petrified ground
accelerate to terminal and deadly speed
so excited by your growing panic and anxiety
you are going down into your certain death
moments of darkness come for brief tranquility
for a second there is black peace
then again chaos and fear that only leads you down
and you’re going down
and you’re going down into the darkness of the ground
get up, fight on inside your living dream
madness still haunts you and it seems to reach
inside the deepest layers of your being
and calls for death
you stand in front of the perfect view
wind in your hair, cold air embraces you
the cliff emerges high over the mountainside
a marvel of nature that will only lead you down
and you’re going down
and you’re going down into the darkness of the ground
the darkness emerges around you
you see more than you ever saw
visions so clear that you needed
pure darkness to make it appear
a spiral enticing and hungry
a power primal and vast
as awe inspiring as
the depths that it emerged from
the vortex draws closer and closer
gnawing edges with every step
resiliance is turning to yearning
the piercing cry of the end
step into the void and you accelerate to darkness
atomizing every thought you ever had before this
vile and corrupt it started that which you once loved
appears so faint, so far and without any purpose
so just break it and build new upon the shards you left
when you cleaved the past upon the sight of my dawns rays
come to me and strip your mind with just a single gaze
and we melt reality in a cathartic blaze
come and be one with the evil that resides in you
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High Tension
03:26
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worlds ablaze, darkest of days, minds are growing cold
tension is high, deep in the storms eye, there are more threats to unfold
haunted by an invisible might, omnipresent woe
loss of sense, blunted violence, inevitable deathrow
morale decayed
totally depraved
indifference, it reigns
darkest visions unchained
floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near
high tension, it’s getting out of hand
uncertainty command, could this be our end?
high tension, unbearable pain
time to face it, we’re caught in a bane
wars old as man born again by those who condone
death and pain which will reign more bestial then before
when terror strikes, we musn’t abide to its commanding call
resistence lies on the edge of a knife, with each step you might go wrong
floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near
sun burns red, a glistening end to normality
foul beauty lies in how it dies — with slow intensity
suffering for all beings — our chosen destiny
floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near
high tension, it’s getting out of hand
uncertainty command, could this be our end?
high tension, unbearable pain
time to face it, we’re caught in a bane
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Arson from Beyond
03:57
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fucked by fire
aroused by evil flames
conjurers of the end
a will that can’t be tamed
praise the madness
the hellish blaze burns high
the ignition of the world
that’s predestined to die
the burning of Eden
all splendor turns to dust
ashen remains of life
triumph of death will last forevermore
vengeance will strike
evil will rise
the plague will alight
to bring pure demise
oh! crush the world
light the pyre
oh! burn the world
cleanse with fire
vengeance will strike
evil will rise
the plague will alight
to bring pure demise
drowned in torment
the world salutes its fall
eradication’s turn
will save no one at all
cruel salvation
cremation of all life
the horns of revenge
symbol of total might
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Kromer's Whistle
04:15
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frailty
and death
take one step forward
stranger stars beyond the fog
smell the foul fumes of lust
break your consciousness
on the edge of the unknown
fuck your grandeur in blood
hear the call
infirm soul
darkness enlightened
by a stab in your flesh
new roads are paved in pain
simple distortion
what you can’t see you can still feel
follow the clot of tar
hear the call
infirm soul
preach the candle
live the fire
succumb to flames
and dark desires
paths are burning
to light the way out
gloom envelops
ruin sprouts
frailty
and death
dark daring shadows
memories untrue to time
reminiscence of death
shattered sapience
nausea tails vertigo
just one turn from demise
hear the call
infirm soul
suspended visions
trembling claws grasp in the haze
locking into your flesh
forever melded
with the breath of death and pain
forever Satan’s slave
frailty
and death
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Guillotine
03:55
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kings of old, callers of thunderstorms
rulers of ancient lands, warriors
greater than, bigger than, manlier
power visions that fell out of time
symbols of superior ancestry
fever dreams of the sad and the weak
a kaiser still remains just human
just one heart, just one life, just one head
blue blood
in the realms of silk and gold
red blood
under the guillotine
strong arms
in the realms of fascist dreams
red blood
under the guillotine
obsolete masculine totem poles
symbols that lost their place and purpose
no place left for relicts of worse times
shatter them, rip them out, overturn
those who cling to dust in nations urns
to remains of what died ugly deaths
an end to what shall stay better dead
blue blood
in the realms of silk and gold
red blood
under the guillotine
strong arms
in the realms of fascist dreams
red blood
under the guillotine
blue blood turns red
red blood turns black
black blood ends kings
black blood burns black
smoke that shall not
veil the vile past
never forget
the crimes that lead
to so much death
blue blood turns red
black blood burns black
burn and behead
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Tyrant’s Call
02:43
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Pissing repulsive excuses of human beings right in the face to wash the paint that was hiding their hideous visages for so long away. Faithless fantatics are taking the fight against oppression back to the streets in the conviction that chaos is the liberation we need.
bloody pleks and bloody stage
dont end the fanatic rage
time to escalate the brawl
heed the tyrant’s call
broken strings and broken chords
the price for chauvinisms fall
free that what was meant for all
heed the tyrant’s call
bloody boots and bloody soil
end it now and once for all
we might go down, yet all shall fall
heed the tyrant’s call
broken bones and broken skulls
the price of chauvinisms fall
we are coming for you all
heed the tyrant’s call
Chaos is nothing but absence of orders which oppressors love to impose. Piss on and fight on till the rusty heart of patriarchal structures erodes.
Open existence and free expression have been fought so hard for for years. Follow the call of the tyrant of void and make chaos reality.
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Blasphemeous Rupture
05:44
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bursting out of the deep — violence of the bleak
hammering the nails down into idols of the weak
(which are) the terror, the torture, the self righteous pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane
lord of lies tell me what I deny
flog my souls till I abide
seeking out the weak — lusting for victory
piling up the tinder under bridges that I need
(which are) the terror, the torture, the self inflicted pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane
horned one just already take my mind
replace it with a mollusc’s intenstines
I abide
remains of the feast — bones of rat and beast
gorging myself on the gore till I have what I need
(which is) the terror, the torture, the self denying pain
throw a veil over what’s truth and what’s fucking insane
light of my life I confess that I’m null
make me one, I'm offering my hull
my hull
night falls, black sight, heads’s gone, nails drive
hands dead, head’s dead, nails spilled, floor bed
nails deep, hands red, crest spoiled, path ends
take me, sign burned, return to earth
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Rip out the Roots
04:39
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nothing will come from your denial
when suspects are hanged before the trial
you can continue to hide in your safe vault
but when you hear the screams then it is your fault!
there will be no bomb that explodes in your face
to tell you that they’re here because for that it is to late
their ugly roots already spread so deep into the minds
to leech from the suffering of those left behind
rip out the roots
and salt the earth
blood is already filling the gutters
you can look away while its the blood of others
only when the blood is blocking your sight
then you will see that whats left is to fight
ground has to be scorched so that nothing grows again
no roots in the earth no mold in the brain
the fundament of nationalism has to shake and crumble
leave no place for growth and salt the fucking earth
rip out the roots
and salt the earth
ripping out the roots, ripping off the heads
rub salt in the wounds, the blood in the earth
eradicate the seeds and cleanse soil and brain
char the remaining stumps, nothing shall grow again
break the endless loop that plagues humanity
hostage by terror, reigned by hostility
who feels so entitled to other peoples pain
fruits of suffering shall never grow again
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Demons Unchained
03:43
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rise up and spread the disease
since year zero, it’s always there
an offered world, so prone to blood
phlebotomy’s paradigma
the unclad hour, the broken lamb
corrupted space endlessly dense
floodgates that lead them to the strike
infinite streams of vile vermin
breaking people, slaying minds
through our own will
demons unchained
ash to ash and blood to blood
demons are unchained
never called, never dispelled
the everlasting hunt
demons unchained
ash to ash and blood to blood
demons unchained
menacing deformities
hammer in the heads
no choice but to follow
where we are, the legion stands
brought to light from no true cause
but the everlasting wheel
of pain and blood, of flame and ash
manifested in sharpened steel
they seek no answers, know no path
resonating through the aether
eradicated, born again
a balance, true before the sun
you can’t corrupt, what’s ever foul
can’t corrode living decay
they eat your minds, they are your minds
strike yourself, strike them away
break out, fight the scum
rip your flesh and boil your heart
break the vessel, kill the soil
one down and billions more to come
selection through self harm
the ones who stand shall lead us blind
no victory, but demons
unified with humankind
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DYING VICTIMS PRODUCTIONS is a German underground heavy metal label that unleashes all sorts of metal. DVP is always on the
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