- Blood Red Throne
- Relase date:
- August 27, 2007
- Earache Records
- Kirkesola Endre
Come Death tracks
1. Slaying the Lamb
I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to climb all the way to the leader. Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason to create... The energy. Fuck the creations of the missile. Inscriptions speak your destiny. Man and its contents. Never to rise again,rise again. Energy hovered over the earth no more,no more, machinery takes your pride, machinery takes your mind. Minority rules the earth. Feel the rage pounding. Calculated to inject the poison.
Calculated to erase man. Modified to carry out murder. Selected to be the one slaing the lamb,slaing the lamb,slaing the lamb,slaing the lamb,. Calculated to inject the poison.Calculated to erase man. Modified to carry out murder. Selected to be the one slaing the lamb. The flames touch your face. Gun barrels making its way through your chest. Alive but no breathing.
The clock ain't ticking.
The clock ain't real.
The clock ain't ticking.
The clock ain't real.
2. Deranged Assassin
An eerie cold takes hold of my soul, perverting my will, will demanding a kill. Your blood shall be shed, my steel you will dread. Insanity reigns as I rip off your head. Into the abyss of death you will fall, forgotten by all. Squeal like a pig as you meet your dark fate. You cry out for help but your scream comes to late. Hungry axe eating flesh, through madness my dreams are fulfilled. Twisted voices whispering in my head. Telling me not to stop until you are dead. Everybody will know my name. With my unspeakable doings I have entered the dark hall of fame.
My urge to murder has grown stronger, can't wait no longer.
Crazed aggression set free, true value of man I now see.
I'm the deranged assassin, enslaved by misanthropy.
My bloodthirst is endless.
3. Rebirth in Blood
Weeping, those who strive. Mortal, you will die. We march, no more. Waiting for the dead to show. I will see them burn in their own flames. I will hunt them down with their own sword. I will spill their blood in their own house. Desultory, will of the world. Killed by their own god. Killed by their brothers. New world rising. An unseen dimension. Rebirth, through this new experience
r e l i g i o n o f n o t h i n g
And still I search for a meaning for my strings to sound like the horn that kept me in this trance. The creator, they slay. They've taken his had. We've taken their eyes. Drinking their own blood to survive. I saw him and I'm still alive. Where's your holy ? Consider yourself dead as you walk through the city. Designed just for people like you. No one cares if you're bleeding. Bait for others. Machines of the unknown. Starts ripping your eyes, your head. Showing of weakness in your life. In the dark hours you will see nothing but light. Pain will be reality itself.
4. Guttural Screams
Guttural screams echoes in the dark, silenced only by a murder of crows. Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in bloodcrust and gore. The ground is alive with thousand of corpses, ancient remains of murder and mayhem. Blind to see the cruelty. Fresh gall now pours from jagged wounds. Faint heartbeats cease to be. Ivory virgin bleed dry on cold stone. Sacrificed on the throne of "blood", offering to a long forgotten God. Pentacles of entrails marks the spot where the trees turns their back, blind to see the cruelty. Drums beat like they have forever. No present like the past. No gift as thrilling. Pulasting crimson fountain yet short in life. Forever dead in memeory as long as we remember. This gives life to thee from here and to eternity.
5. Taste of God
As I crawl through the mud I felt this aim of blood, the old taste of blood screaming inside me. Longing to awake me, telling me to take it, to make them bleed, to rape their souls.
I take your flesh, I take your soul, I show you your god. My hatred grows, I feel what you feel. He is inside you, playing with you, eating - from the inside... and I used my knife to cut my own flesh, I wanted to feel what they were about to feel.
Eating, from the inside,the blood, the more you fight the more you deny. The rope is still there. Carry me all the way. ccc
Create in me... Belief...
As I crawl through the mud I felt this aim of blood, the old taste of blood.
I take your flesh, I take your soul, I show you your god.Possessed by words.
We have been slayed.Possessed by words.
We have been slayed.
and I used my knife to cut my own flesh.
Do you want to
taste god ?
6. No New Beginning
This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist. Sick minds erased them. Lack of respect for humanity. We walk away from this process that makes you. You can no longer decide when to sleep. You are no longer in control - so afraid, this hole was... Deeper. Nothing I can say will make you feel... Cause I can't die in this place. You can't live in this place. I can see it in your scared face.
There will be no new beginning 'cause you are fake.
Can't you see ? Is this how you want it to be ?
Show me his face and he will never be.
Able to see ever again.
Epidemic; human, inhale the toxic. The great aim. Clones; the one brain. There will be no new beginning. Cause you are fake, an imitation of the falsification, just like your ancestors. Clones; the one brain. In honour of an unknown relic. In anticipation of the malice. My likeminded creature.
7. Come Death
Under the sea there's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible hunters of death. Refill my vain ! Smell the air - rotten and grim. Salvation sees no end. Pulverization of the unerdogs. Frozen, fried, bury their minds. Liquid hits your face. From the grave of the heritage. A stench of death spreads. Knife cuts deep, bloody organs. Alienated. Future is on hold. Dark is upon you when you leave this world.
Chambers of death you shall feel
I bring my plague upon thee
Feed your head with electricity.
You bleed, you're strangled, and you
scream under my knife, your eye's
turn dark. Face the pain.
Decomposition. The sculpture was
unseen. The glorification of explicit life.
Infinity lies beyond consideration.
Submission has no end.
The burning holy.
... What you call hell, is here !
8. Disincarnated (reprise Gorguts)
9. Another kill (the human phenomenon)
The master above all masters they claimed and then others claimed for their master... Death will come. The parade which describes the unearth, forever it has been here. Some of us do understand. Longing for the invisible, tearing them apart, I reach out my hand, grab for the light, but it's an illusion, just like all the times before.
He is truly nothing, made out of disturbed brains, the human phenomenon.
"Show me, lead me, use me, kill me"
Make them suffer, empty their veins. This worthless fluid. You are Satan. Killing for him. Killing yourself for him. I lay your flesh to rot... Your empty skull shows it. No one shall ever correct me on this,
show me the way.