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Monday, 27 December 2021

Heathen Tribute EP

 Mercy Is No Virtue

Rip the pages from the book of lies never will we ever fall to compromise
Now we're back to set the record straight fueled by anger, our pain has turned to hate
Symptoms of stagnation are coming to an end
Solitude's frustration has been our only friend
Now we must break free.
Mercy is no virtue when the mercyful is betrayed
There must be some kind of justice before it's too late

Right at you straight between the eyes this relentless attack will be no disguise
Things have been said that just are not true hear what I say when I say this to you
Symptoms of stagnation are coming to an end
Solitude's frustration has been our only friend
Now we must break free.
Mercy is no virtue, that's what the merciless say
When justice is lost, the system fails, and all we do is pay

Take a look around because the band is back in town
And vengeance and revenge is what they seek
If you see them coming you better step aside
Because now they'll show no mercy
You can see it in their eyes because mercy is no virtue

Timeless Cell

Prophecy's fear that the end is near as the world takes its final stage
The hearts of many are full of disbelief as demons fill the air
Raping the minds of the future bringing their faith to an end
Blocking the light of the spiritual guide leaving us empty again

Fire you will see fire as the world becomes a living hell
Taking the forces of evil for granted and that is where you failed
Night after night, you darken the light filling the shadows with fear
Your thirst for the blood will be your undoing locked in a timeless cell

How many times must we live this life before we see the truth
Tempted by the fruit of deceit juice to replenish our youth
How can you live in such hatred how can you live in such fear?
Why is your conscience empty with lies while your cup is forever filled

 Hypnotized

Masses form into religion to fulfill their lives
Seeking answers in the bible, hear their helpless cries
Mindlessly, no thought, they follow false prophets of the flesh
Depend on the spirit of the One to grant their every wish

It's not too late to change your fate you must control your own mind
You're the only one that can release you it's yourself you've got to find
Fools give money to the church to earn their place with God
In our eyes it's contradiction and religious fraud
Hypnotized by what they say your mind is under their control
Hypnotized you will obey your fate will soon be called

You must make your own decision of what you think is real
Your soul was given on to you and not for these thieves to steal
Don't be fooled by these hypnotic forces, they will rob you blind
There is no excuse for their actions making a mockery of mankind

Masses form into religion to fulfill their lives
Seeking answers in the bible, hear their helpless cries
Don't be fooled by these hypnotic forces, they will rob you blind
There is no excuse for their actions making a mockery of mankind

Open The Grave

Feel the heat from the sweat of the cold bodies withered decayed and old
They lay beneath the cold, black earth the final resting place, destined form birth
Buried alive in a prison below left to die in a six foot hole
As he feels his time has run out He hears someone above, he begins to shout
Please open the grave and let me out
I'm still alive, can you hear me shout
Open the grave and then you will see
For it's not a spirit that you hear, it's me set me free, set me free

He begins to hear the sound of a pick someone is digging, but time is ticking
Now he begins to drip with sweat because he knows his prayers haven't been answered yet
Buried deep in a prison below left to die in a six foot hole
Seeing his life pass before his eyes hoping that someone will hear his cries
Open the grave and let me out
I'm still alive, can you hear me shout
Please, open the grave and then you will see
I'm not a spirit, and I can breathe because I'm free, yes I'm free

The churches of the world are crumbling feel the fall of tower of cultures
As your flesh is ripped by social vultures
So here I stand after the war my body is broken and my mind is torn
Colliding with time, past and future so tell me if I'm in the dead past or ruined future
The churches of the world are crumbling feel the fall of tower of cultures
As your flesh is ripped by social vultures
So here I stand after the war my body is broken and my mind is torn

Bloodkult

Endless cycle, in hungry packs they feed
Survival in turmoil is the way of the streets
There is no honor among thieves, no concern or remorse
Legions upon legions march in a centrifugal force
Bloodkult senseless blood will spill
Kill first the code is kill or be killed

Hopeless denial, desensitized to death
Nothing more than a passing glance to aggravate your arrogance
Deadly weapon in your hand, confidence in the steel
Trigger is your only friend, the bullet's fate is revealed
Corruption's running fast and deep, and there is no cure
Contamination infects the rich and the poor
Humanity is lost, their mind are filled with dread
Demons of wrath condemned to eternal flames
Bloodkult senseless blood will spill
Kill first the code is kill or be killed

Prisons and graveyards are filled with this plague
This vicious cycle, is too far gone to be saved
Nightmares, cold stares, better run for your life
Gunshots, sirens wailing, cuts through like a knife
Endless cycle, in hungry packs they feed
Survival in turmoil is the way of the streets
There is no honor among thieves, no concern or remorse
Legions upon legions march in a centrifugal force
Bloodkult senseless blood will spill
Kill first the code is kill or be killed
Bloodbath drenched in the crimson reign
Bloodkult disciples of death in vain

Dying Season

It is dying season bodies dropping in an endless grave
Promise, promise broken lives are lost, dissolved in vain
War, war and treason power minds set the stage
Loss, loss of reason disappearing in an endless rage
Fist full of sand, mouth full of disdain stepping stones melt into flames
Ancient methods historically stained soldiers marching onward into dust

Cradle the crying, extol the dying bloodshed like paint to the wall
Sanity scarring, a prayer underlying a season, a lifetime to fall
Crack in the sky, black is the night a towering shadow divides,
Piercing creation, sever a nation compose a season to die

It is crying season bombs are blasting with a deadly force
Tears, tears are falling a river stained must change its course
Lost, lost forever sacrifice is fate's reward
Time, everlasting only memories and timeless scars
Fist full of sand, mouth full of disdain stepping stones melt into flames
Ancient methods historically stained soldiers marching onward into dust

Wars result, is it really worth the cost?
So much pain, the suffering never ends
War and fate, is where the bullets fly
Dust to dust, when death and life collide
Fist full of sand, mouth full of disdain
Stepping stones melt into flames
Ancient methods historically stained
Soldiers marching onward into dust

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