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Scythe
01:22
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The Harvesting
03:49
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I say yea
Come down now
We feel you
So HOLLOW
Take away everything
Worth anything at all
The devil is in the details
We can make it if we crawl
Raise our voices up and praise the ones that take our dignity
It’s harvest time
So sublime
Blaze the trail of bodies left in the wake of a narcissistic monkey swine
The Harvesting
Words of conceit
Cast a circle of stones
Buried in deceit
Summon the CRUCIFIED
Take away everything
Worth anything at all
The devil is in the details
We can make it if we crawl
Raise our voices up and praise the ones that take our dignity
It’s harvest time
So sublime
Blaze the trail of bodies left in the wake of a narcissistic monkey swine
The Harvesting
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Shroud
03:32
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Drag the lake, into the mud we fall for mercy
Justice is blind until the monolith gets thirsty
We all get exposed as our masks are peeled away
Our conscience slows as the fog invades the bay
Cover my eyes and feel the breath escape my lungs
Behind the shroud I sacrifice myself for the young
Whatever it takes to make this ship steer straight again
A grassy knoll is a perfect place for the final stand
The revolution is hollow
Big money turns likes to follows
Take a knee, but please don’t tread on me
Dollar signs you can buy the biggest guns
The loudest voice will give way to the quiet ones
Cut you down to size and leave nothin but your fuckin knees
Cover my eyes and feel the breath escape my lungs
Behind the shroud I sacrifice myself for the young
Whatever it takes to make this ship steer straight again
A grassy knoll is a perfect place for the final stand
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Cut my own flesh out
Hang my hatred high
Suffer for the kindred
Those you’ll never find
Allow me to speak before your throne
As those behind you kill the weak
I’ll cut your throats and start again
Bleed the snakes and the lies they seek
Would you define you a king?
What would you dare for your throne?
I'm watching you bleed in your crown
You crawl, you scream into your soul
Allow me to speak before your throne
As those behind you kill the weak
I’ll cut your throats and start again
Bleed the snakes and the lies they seek
Deep as the blade will go
All of their lies exposed
Focused on nothing of meaning
The rape happens under our nose
Allow me to speak before your throne
As those behind you kill the weak
I’ll cut your throats and start again
Bleed the snakes and the lies they seek
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Savage
04:46
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Sit down and close my eyes
Let the revelations whisper
She takes her shape tonight
Forty years I’ve missed her
Deep inside the Devils stir
The mirrors never lie
Ecstasy can be a bloody thing
When the pain escapes inside
Been a savage all my life
Cut like a fuckin knife
My prison knows no bounds
Burn this planet down
Hate cuts me up, I find that nothing else will do
Voices in the night remind me that we’re being played for fools
Give away humanity, death takes so damn long
Rid my space of parasites, only then will I belong
Been a savage all my life
Cut like a fuckin knife
My prison knows no bounds
Burn this planet down
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Primeval
03:36
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Look in my eyes
Full of pain of the modern man
Plant my flag in the ground
Grab the steel with my other hand
I’ve said too much
And survival is a myth for the rich to live
The devil is a bitch and she drives this blackened heart with a kiss
And so the leaves will fall and pass across this killer’s eyes
Reflection of a madman that can’t hold his pride
Start a war
Watch how happy we will be
Fields of blood for you and me
Feel contempt for every living thing
My existence no longer matters, I just play it like a game
Don’t ask me what’s wrong
I just might tell the truth
Trapped in a circle
A house without a roof
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Lifeline
06:28
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Deep it goes the rolling thunder
Desert cracks and pulls humanity under
Struggle for breath the essence of death is near
Follow the clowns and do as they tell you
Plate that message in gold to sell you
Liberties lost and freedom will disappear
Life falls away
From those it must embrace
Those golden gates are dirty now
The luster faded away
How do you rise when the boots upon your face?
Day by day the truth becomes known
Games with rats, I’ll take their damn throne
Killing is sweet and I’m growing fond of the taste
Life falls away
From those it must embrace
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Tombs
03:56
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Live at the base of a mountain
Ready to blow and release it’s fire
Every sound may be your last
The slightest move crushing every desire
Any man with a face is bound to fall
Another victim of the rules
Water drowns but please don’t thrash around and disturb this peaceful tomb
The solitude is wonderful down here
When it’s time to go I’ll do it without fear
Never place my fortunes in the hands of another man
Escape to the dusty tombs
As the walls they close in
Ready to bow down and ready to tap out
Then I clutch my chest and remember my way
Am I’m born to carry the load?
I made a pact with the devil and it’s time to go
Never again will the moon shine quite the same
Follow me to the fallen angels
Kingdom full of wretched names
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9. |
Amphetamine
05:07
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THAL Columbus, Ohio
THAL (The Heathens Are Loose)
As cold and heavy as a snowfall on the midwestern region from which it hails. Absorbing the world's darkness. Taunting it. Understanding. Becoming.....
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