Hatesphere

To the Nines tracks

Lyrics

1. TO THE NINES

Without a care we stand fast, before an endless sea.
Impervious to any storm blowing our way.
Without fear we glance into spiteful eyes, as we walk determined, dressed to the nines.

Carelessly we let them sling their pebbles at our feet.
Continuously we blast and, with integrity we reemerge poised above it all.
We will trample over them, lo and behold!
With ear crushing sounds and pens like daggers.

We reemerge poised above it all.

We will trample over them, lo and behold! And reemerge poised above it all.




2. BACKSTABBER

Break out a fight and raise your arms.
Skip those heartbeats, run, chase the illusion.
The indifference of few destroys us all.
Like rings from drops in a pool of blood we break like a sick single crop.
And watch with bitter eyes, no sound, a frown, as we lose each and every time.
Backstabber, do you feel safe? Tonight the streets will bleed again.
Backstabber, do you feel safe?
For the sake of nothing.
It was all for nothing.
Nothing will bring back fallen friends, because once it's been drawn a circle has no end.
The future falls when built on broken walls and we are left, looked upon standing tall.
Tonight we walk these streets in blood, leaving a trail right back to you.
Backstabber, do you feel safe?
Tonight the streets will bleed again.
Backstabber, do you feel safe?
Backstabber, do you feel safe?
Tonight the streets will bleed again.
Backstabber, circles are without an end.
For the sake of nothing. It was all for nothing.




3. CLOAKED IN SHIT

The tides will rise and swallow the earth and then, evaporate in hellish flames.
Leaving this world cold and cloaked in shit, for the father of lies has seen his prey and now he claims.

Apocalypse here today, an army of flies will feast on our decay.
No mercy, no shelter.
Doom and terror shall pour throughout eternity.

The inhabitants of hell shall walk the streets to wallow in our disease infected flesh.
We are heading for ruin and demise, suffer under the lord of the flies.

Apocalypse here today, the preacher of doom cries an omen of decay.
No mercy, no shelter.
Doom and terror will reign throughout eternity.
No mercy, no shelter in these deserted days.

Swallow the earth and leave this world cold and cloaked in shit.
There is no shelter in these deserted days because we have brought this disease upon ourselves, and so, these black wings will carry us away.




4. CLARITY

I might be dead, but I can still feel the shimmering tension that hangs over my city, like a poisonous cloud.
It's choking me and, what's left of this burning town makes me wanna douse myself in kerosene.

And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say: "This is the first day of the rest of our lives".
The first day of the rest of our lives.

Through vast darkened skies and into the arms of brothers from beyond, I stumbled upon clarity and so this is me, raining on your parade.

This is the first day of the rest of our lives.

You think the wheels run smooth when oiled by bullshit, and a guided tour of Copenhagen never seemed this sad.
So here's a fist, a knife and a handful of coffin nails.

And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say: "This is the first day of the rest of our lives".
Of the rest of our lives.




5. EVEN IF KILLS ME

I have a book collection that sits and screams.
It's chock-full of memoirs based on the thousands of notes, I wrote about you and me.

Some say it's a long shot, I say not even centuries of sleep could prepare me, for what you had in store for us.

And when the mechanics bend and the clock ticks we can say: "If it kills you, it kills you".




6. COMMENCING A CAMPAIGN

[Instrumental]




7. THE WRITING'S ON THE WALL

Waiting for dinner conversations to turn into a slaughtering affair, so we begin, waiting for the massacre to hit you in the head, so we begin.
Our tongue breaking degradation set to please.

But if you think we'd degrade ourselves then you've clearly been had.
When "death and destruction" is the only measure of our state of content.

Our tongue breaking degradation set to please.

Holding on to something real by an arms length -- It ain't over 'till the writing's on the wall.

These will be the final words, may you choke on them.




8. IN THE TRENCHES

[Composed by Peter Lyse Hansen, Words by Jonathan Albrechtsen - Mixen Lindberg]

Feel free to try just know, that I will kill you.
Your mouth untrue, unravelling with rancid filth.
As charming as a snake you'll be put to sleep, with a blast from here and to oblivion.

No more self proclaimed and sacred shit, I will tear these lies apart.
And in blasphemous disgust, I will mark the start of the killing.

For I am a devil, here to do the devils work.
The utmost unholy, the baddest motherfucker in hell.

No more self proclaimed and sacred shit, I will tear these lies apart.
Anguish and turmoil will rot you inside out.

I am a devil, here to do the devils work.
The utmost unholy, the baddest motherfucker in hell.

Fake and worthless, you have spread your illness wide.
But today, I will deprive you of life.
Take your fucking life.
Take your life.




9. AURORA

Slow dancing in high speed lanes, a radiant rampage made to sustain.
In these troubled times we are dancing like train wrecks, only to wake up with a broken neck.

Spin, spin, spin, until we're out of orbit.
We are repeating our story.
So spin and spin again, until we are out of orbit.

I'm here to watch it burn, embrace the flames with open arms.
Breathe in -- Night out and be sent off swaying away into the blur.

Into the blur.

Slow dancing in high speed lanes.
Blindfolded, head down the drain.
We are all dangling with broken necks.

I'm here to watch it burn, embrace the flames with open arms.
Breathe in -- Night out and be sent off swaying away into the blur.

Into the blur we sway away...




10. OCEANS OF BLOOD

Let's go

I am the nemesis of sense and moderation.
I will annihilate, twist and break and devastate.
Show me your enemy and I will bring him to his knees.
Footprints of death I will leave in wake.

I am pain, I am darkness, I am strife, I am the constant evil dwelling in this life.
I am darkened skies and I am war, I am the bastard son of an angel whore.

In these heydays of slaughter there's a storm blowing your way.
A swaying ocean of blood and knocked out teeth.
Sitting on pedestals, I'm pulling strings with a deviant smile on my face.

With a burning passion for detest, I'll feed inside you.
I'm rising again inside you.
Inside your chest I'm rising.
Hate is my domain.
Hate is my domain.

I am war...

I am pain, I am darkness, I am strife, I am the constant evil dwelling in this life.
I am darkened skies and I am war, I am the bastard son of an angel whore.