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The Big Sleep
03:31
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Everlasting darkness is the slumber of this sleeper.
Never ending nightmares of loneliness unfold.
To escape into an unknown realm, so spiritually profound... An aura surrounds me.
To go away for all eternity... to waste away; in death lies mystery.
To never see the face of reality again... Oh, how bittersweet it is to forget the world...
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Ignorance has blinded me;
I once believed of treasures in another world... They too, have become fallacy
Everlasting darkness is the slumber of this sleeper .
So lost, so cold, left to my accept fate.
All senses failing, remorse is sinking in, all memories replay and haunt me to the core.
I have failed my god as a bastard of sin. Creators desire betrayed by his own kin, for whom I hath served day until night... Father why must my life come to a halt?
To go away for all eternity... to waste away; in death lies mystery.
To never see the face of reality again... Oh, how bittersweet it is to forget the world...
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Solidus
00:57
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Liquid
03:08
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Liquid!
My clone, my brother, inferior design...
I am the chosen one and you are but worthless swine.
I'll carry on the will of our father's life,
a world of constant war for those who live to die.
Your insurrection will end, I'll foil all of your plans.
Time and time again you'll be put in your place.
I will prove my worth to you my mortal enemy.
You'll bow to me and live in a world of the constant war you crave.
So now the showdown has come to one on one, this is the end of you...
Now fallen in a lifeless heap, the virus claims your life.
No longer scourging the earth with your existence.
Now is your time to die, Liquid!
I live on...
Your insurrection will end, I'll foil all of your plans.
Time and time again you'll be put in your place.
I will prove my worth to you my mortal enemy.
You'll bow to me and live in a world of the constant war you crave.
I live on...
In a body that's not my own, I live on.
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Man Made Plague
03:51
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We wander countless miles of this wretched planet to find reality.
Looking through the forests and the oceans beyond the bay.
All organic life has been erased.
Simplicity and surreality form into the living,
as the imagination of the many have before.
Creations of eons ago so vast.
Complexity rules the blues of the skies and the greens of the Earth.
The wind is blown by the panting of our creator,
the artist of another kind known as the circle of life.
We evolve, birth into the rationalist state of mind,
we lose all faith in the natural surroundings now denied.
In this vicious cycle, what was so green and vivid has become black and desolate... Despicable and scorn.
Beauty is missing, imagination only exists through the plantations of oil fields and steel.
Industrialization is a plague, the fog that decimates natural beauty.
The disease known as man, the building of structures that tower and casts shadows far across the fields. What was so green and vivid has become black and desolate.
Beauty is missing, imagination only exists through the plantations of oil fields and steel.
Industrialization is a plague, the fog that decimates natural beauty.
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Preserved in the quintessence of darkness, these ancient masters lie.
Beneath these cursed sands with artifacts long forgotten...
Their legacy of death and hatred will not soon be repressed,
as the acolytes study their primordial, wretched, malevolent powers and weapons.
The Great Temple looms overhead... Defended by the feared hounds of dark creation.
This empire reigns forever, our domination has no end.
We will destroy all in our path.
The sickening aura fills the stale air.
Overwhelming, the potent sense of pain.
The Valley of the Dark Lords, the deplorable lands of hate...
This endless war, wrought by the master of dark and light.
Conflict rages on, no end in sight...
Preserved in the quintessence of darkness, these ancient masters lie.
Beneath these cursed sands with artifacts long forgotten...
Their legacy of death and hatred will not soon be repressed,
as the acolytes study their primordial, wretched, malevolent powers and weapons.
Apprentices growing in their power of evil, gripping the galaxy in fear.
The Great Temple looms overhead, defended by the feared hounds of dark creation.
This empire reigns forever, our domination has no end.
We will destroy all in our path.
The sickening aura fills the stale air.
Overwhelming, the potent sense of pain.
The Valley of the Dark Lords, the deplorable lands of hate.
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Convergence
03:19
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Endless energy; Undead creatures, deformed organic matter.
The Marker's ready and convergence has begun.
Deafening sound ear piercing, sentient life form cleansing.
The pull of gravity destroys all evidence.
There is nothing left of the creators or the creation.
No life form will be spared now that convergence has begun.
Dreadful whirlwinds swipe up the deformed, undead, the necromorphic now becoming one with what has wrought their awful lives.
Now the convergence has begun.
Creation and creator are becoming one.
Now, a new moon has filled the sky.
Composed of rotten beasts, decayed, and pre-destined to die.
The reign of terror has ended with a bang
No living creature left, everything is slain.
No life is left; No evidence.
There is nothing left of the creators or the creation.
No life form will be spared now that convergence has begun.
Dreadful whirlwinds swipe up the deformed, undead, the necromorphic now becoming one with what has wrought their awful lives.
Now the convergence has begun.
Creation and creator are becoming one.
Now, a new moon has filled the sky.
Composed of rotten beasts, decayed, and pre-destined to die.
The converged moon still hasn't quenched its dire thirst.
This is not the last time, and it was not the first...
Endless energy; Undead creatures, deformed organic matter.
The Marker's ready and convergence has begun.
Deafening sound ear piercing, sentient life form cleansing.
The pull of gravity destroys all evidence.
Now the convergence has begun.
Creation and creator are becoming one.
Now, a new moon has filled the sky.
Composed of rotten beasts, decayed, and pre-destined to die.
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Son of Sam
03:20
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.44 Caliber Killer; I'm a carrier of terror.
He told me, that vicious voice.
To extinguish all who are caught in my path...
Go in for the kill.
I live for the hunt and I live for the kill,
never resting until father Sam has had his fill.
A street of lifeless bodies are left in my wake.
A city gripped in fear, nobody will be safe.
Yours in murder, Dr. Monster.
The Son of Sam will strike again.
I'll be back, I have not induced a slumber.
I shall not rest, I bring greetings from the gutters;
A spirit roaming in the night.
.44 Caliber Killer; I'm a carrier of terror.
He told me, that vicious voice.
To extinguish all who are caught in my path...
Go in for the kill.
I live for the hunt and I live for the kill,
never resting until father Sam has had his fill.
A street of lifeless bodies are left in my wake.
A city gripped in fear, nobody will be safe.
Yours in murder, Dr. Monster.
The Son of Sam will strike again.
I live for the hunt, and I live for the kill.
Nobody will be safe.
A city gripped in fear, he will strike again.
Nobody will be safe.
Yours in murder, Dr. Monster.
The Son of Sam will strike again.
I'll be back, I have not induced a slumber.
I shall not rest, I bring greetings from the gutters;
A spirit roaming in the night.
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Drowning
02:48
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I am but a drifter in the night. I stand blind without a flicker of light to guide me.
The soothing darkness carries a somber tone as I wander towards the voice, The longing call for the end of this life
Drowning in endless depths of grief, I've been dying my entire life.
So what's the point of observation? All these years have been questioned but what's the point of curiosity without a cause?
What's the point of dreaming if we cannot ever grab the sun?
Sinking lower, my vision's hindered by a veil of darkness.
I'm falling Into the grave built by my deepest regrets, to bury my spirit with the truth.
Pain runs through my soul, digs through my past, tears a hole open.
Rage sucks at my skin, draining all hope of being content again.
Pain runs through my soul, digs through my past, tears a hole open.
Rage peels at my skin, rapes all hope of peace and happiness.
I cannot stand tall, fight my demons, I am weak and defenseless.
I stand over my grave weeping as an angel in dismay...
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The Lunatic Notion
02:30
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Puppets in the hands of the entitled... we are the play things of the one percent.
Investments to further drive their hands toward profound riches.
Disposable income to waste on the ill-informed.
Propaganda Runs amok for those who fear...
Greedy Tyrants shit from on top of their monopolies.
Their lunatic notion that we're all afraid.
No man, no entity, no enigma can stop the peoples machine;
The hands held wide open begging for change.
We are dying from what we're buying; Feeding off poisons and the toxins they've stocked.
Their lucrative career of arms and war, profiting from the bodies dropped.
Propaganda Runs amok for those who fear...
Greedy Tyrants shit from on top of their monopolies.
Their lunatic notions, that we're all afraid.
No man, no entity, no enigma can stop the peoples machine;
The hands held wide open begging for change...
The fists raised high demanding change.
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10. |
Iniquitous
03:03
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Iniquitous...
Baiting children to do the most wicked of work.
Strapped to bombs, they are told to play out the sins their fathers would not.
With no clue, without question, innocence has made the poor victims so naive to what they're destined for; the evil they do not control.
Kill for religion, power. Islam extremist state of mind must cease for peace to conquer.
They kill for intimidation, kill for virgins, kill all who oppose
the words of their god and the iniquitous acts that they have caused.
"Betray Allah and it will be your head in my hands".
"Blood of children and families will rain on the ground terrorizing this world as I turn the gears of nightmares 'round.
You will bow your head in shame knowing your last seconds of life are before you now".
Kill for religion, power. Islam extremist state of mind must cease for peace to conquer.
They kill for intimidation, kill for virgins, kill all who oppose
the words of their god and the iniquitous acts that they have caused.
"These actions will not go in vain, a new world order has begun".
Iniquitous...
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11. |
Winds of Sorrow
03:32
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All things in life come with an expiration.
The exquisite things occur with exorbitant cost
We pay in blood and the tears that paint our woes... This sadness reaps what it sows.
I will rise, above this.
I am a man of peace.
With a knife in my back... the clouds cast above my head,
storming torrential winds of sorrow.
This all, too, shall pass...
To pick up the pieces with nothing left, wasting time and conscious effort on the past.
Two wrongs don't make a right, we're all the same...
To move on and forget the pain once endured,
the truest struggle is within.
"Your cowardice has shown its face to the world. The cold embrace of loss has taken its toll on you
I'll be waiting here in hell for you to follow... Will you cast the next stone?"
The heart aches, from what is done. I have lost all will to go on.
The remnants of my heart lay dormant below the rubble and dust of the aftermath that has amassed on my shoulders.
This too shall pass, the winds shall blow forth, the storm has occurred and relentlessly choked my throat with its hand, this pain I can't stand... The ending of something so delicate.
"Give into the temptation of vengeance, destroy all that has once destroyed yourself.
Give into the temptation of violence and fight back against fear".
I will rise, above this.
I am a man of peace.
With a knife in my back, the clouds cast above my head,
storming torrential winds of sorrow.
This all, too, shall pass...
To pick up the pieces with nothing left, wasting time and conscious effort on the past.
Two wrongs don't make a right, we're all the same...
To move on and forget the pain once endured,
the truest struggle is within.
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12. |
Great Human Woe
03:03
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So lays the dead, the unfortunate; A soul taken to a higher plane, free from earthy burdens, an existence so pure, a world so vast beyond our comprehension... True peace of mind.
Free from all chains and shackles, free from the pain at last.
Mourning... Great Human Woe
This life of disturbance, my sick reality. This is no world I wish to face.
A life now seen from the eyes of the broken, an empty void of a man.
Tragedy and panic claim my psyche, my mind sits cold; soul full of pain.
Anxious, unstable, stuck envisioning thoughts of death.
With no control, all worry in hand, the sun falls low foreshadowing a terrible truth coming down on me, a terrible truth I refuse to believe. The sound of silence, the calm before the storm. My shouting echoes, my knees drop to the floor.
Eyes upon the truth, I whisper in dismay... 'so death has come'.
There is no solace near, there is nowhere to hide.
The hourglass will count until our end is nigh.
No second chance, no hope; I must face the painful truth.
That death is a vulture waiting for the final grain of sand to drop.
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Cortexiphan Earth, Texas
Cortexiphan is an internet-based technical death metal band formed in November 2012, by Steven Rose (US) and Dixon Jong (Malaysia). After the first EP, they were joined by Nicolò Paracchini (Italy) on bass in December 2012 and began working on their upcoming album, Iniquitous. Dixon left the band on good terms during the writing of Iniquitous, and Andrew Patterson took over vocals in August 2015. ... more
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