Death - The Philosopher

Death - The Philosopher

Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear
There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own,what sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be, yet you don't you know your own
sexuality
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all

Decapitated - Organic Hallucinosis

1. A Poem About An Old Prison Man
2. Day 69
3. Revelation of Existence
4. Post(?) Organic
5. Visual Delusion
6. Flash-B(l)ack
7. Invisible Control

Band: Decapitated .... Genre: Technical Death Metal
Album: Organic Hallucinosis ....... Official Website
Year: 2006 ............. Label: Earache Records
Origin:

Line-Up
Adrian Kowanek - vocals
Wac³aw Kie³tyka - guitar
Witold Kie³tyka - drums
Marcin Rygiel - bass

Sinister - Leviathan

Sinister
Leviathan

Expelled into the ancient pit
Roaming dead
Hellspawn, the breeding pain
Suffering in the shadows of the damned

Beneath the sea the darklord dwells,
breeding hellspawn endlessly
Great serpent the enormous worm,
snake with the sharpened claw
Leviathan, so called lord
Behemoth of the deep
Dead with pain, awake to slay
Merciless vengeance crawls

Blasphemous dark angel
Lord of the faithless depths
Covered with the signs of the dead
Necromancer of forbidden art
Wrapped in mysteries of darkness
The dead who rides the whirlwind
Master, author of pain
Screaming ancient incantations

Evil seals, hatred signs
Sacred numbers,
kept behind the forbidden
Hells omen, hidden time
Dark prophecies

Monster of annihilation,
ride upon the blasting winds
Great black slimy shape,
rise from the brackish pits

Evil decayed substance from the dismal void
Vomit forth pestilence as a surging sea
Silent is that voiceless bird,
who dwelled in the lake of fire
Festering fragments roaming forth,
spreading unbearable pain

Leviathan, behemoth of the deep
Dark angel
Faceless unseen monsters,
spawned at the dawn of age
Breed of his omniscient mind

Morbid Angel - Heretic

1. Cleansed In Pestilence (Blade Of Elohim)
2. Enshrined By Grace
3. Beneath The Hollow
4. Curse The Flesh
5. Praise The Strength
6. Stricken Arise
7. Place Of Many Deaths
8. Abyssous
9. God of Our Own Divinity
10. Within Thy Enemy
11. Memories Of The Past
12. Victorious March Of Reign The Conqueror
13. Drum Check
14. Born Again

Band: Morbid Angel .... Genre: Death Metal
Album: Heretic ....... Official Website
Year: 2003 ............. Label: Earache Records
Origin:

Line-Up
Pete Sandoval - drums
Trey Azagthoth - guitars
Steve Tucker - bass vocals

Morgoth - Under The Surface

Morgoth
Under The Surface

Deep under the surface of your educated minds
There's a beast (roaming the punctures)
Looks like race persistance

Every day we see the regression
All (the man) just so sickIn a fortress of aggression
Who (get to proclaim) death

Every race and culture
(made us feel we're insecure)
But when we are in trouble
Law is out of (action)

Every day we see the regression
And it seems like all is lost
In a fortress of aggression
Who (always has been the) cost

It's the end of (mankind's union)
The reflection of our greed
As we rise we fall, do you wonder at all
All rain will come to an end

(knifes cut wounds) so deep
But we still want to deny
That we're just another creature
In the history of life

I believe in (just illusion)
Human is (the just distracts)
Now we come to this conclusion
There must be something deep under the surface

There's no trust and peace
Cause we (can deceit)
All (victory and daydream)
Look like race persistance

The end of (mankind's union)
The reflection of our greed
As we rise we fall, do you wonder at all
All rain will come to an end

(knifes cut wounds) so deep
But we still want to deny
That we're just another creature
In the history of life

The Black Dahlia Murder - A Vulgar Picture

The Black Dahlia Murder
A Vulgar Picture

Now the funeral grounds
Are at last awash
With the blackness
Of this frigid autumn night

I've lurked into the graveyard
With pick and spade in tow
This night shall birth forth our reckoning
Hell's jaws now open wide

A stare to pierce six-feet of soil
A love beyond this mortal coil

As though you've never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me

For years I've lived in dreams
Awake I felt as dead
As my cold and bloodless bride to be

I can barely suppress my elation
My blood is racing as I strike the lid

A quick pry of the casket
Reveals her body paralyzed
So long I've waited for this moment
To trust my fingers deep inside

Now you will live
This song of the deceased
The ones whose souls
Will never rest in peace

The throes of necromantic lust
Infect my mind
Cries of my precious frozen angel
Beckon from inside

I feel alive
For once I'm feeling so alive
My skin is crawling, I'm completed
On this resurrection night

This night reveals a morbid truth
Loves bounds post mortally removed

As though you've never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me

For years I've lived in dreams
Awake I felt as dead
My cold and bloodless bride to be

In rapture my mind is lured by my own knife
To join this fragile being asleep below

The reflection of a razor
Reveals the moon so perfectly
Along my impatient veins
Its steel does graze
With the kiss of suicide

I feel no pain
As lay with my lover and bride
The silk lining now stained with my offering
I embrace the end of my now worthless life

Aborted - Archaic Abattoir

Aborted
Archaic Abattoir

Enter The Archaic Abattoir...
Exiled To A Pernicious Wasteland
My Gray Matter A Thirst
Compelled To Restore My Deathcamp
Love For Surgery In Me

A Man Made Predator Revealed Amidst
The Last Moiety Of Humanity In Me Is Stripped
Feeding Of A Defunct Social Mess
Enumerate The Dead Left For You To Explore

Abhorrent Studies Set Forth In The Abattoir
Intrinsic Desecration Of A Fetid Cadaver
Hormones The Katalyst Of This Orgy Of The Damned
A Murderous Contempt For Science Is Disclosed

Who Am I When Push Comes To Shove?
A Madman Investing Exanimate Matters
To Descry Anatomical Enigmae?
Or To Deride What He Has Fathered

Who Am I When Push Comes To Shove?
A Madman Investing Exanimate Matters
To Descry Anatomical Enigmae?
Or To Deride What He Has Fathered

Abhorrent Studies Set Forth In The Abattoir
Intrinsic Desecration Until Death Ensues
Nurture The Pain Which Releaves Defecation
Degradation Of Humanity Is Now Exhauled

Exiled To A Pernicious Wasteland
My Mesogenic Gray Matter A Thirst Compelled
To Restore My Deathcamp
An Illusive Love For Surgery In Me, In Me

A Man Made Predator Revealed Amidst
The Last Moiety Of Humanity In Me Is Stripped, Is Stripped
Feeding Of A Defunct Social Mess
Enumerate The Dead Left For You To Enjoy

Carcass - Heartwork

Carcass
Heaartwork

Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolificIn contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light

Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroringIn deft taints, diluted, tintedSpelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture
Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart

Necrophagist - Ignominious And Pale

Necrophagist
Ignominious and Pale

If it is to be only
an element of a whole,
to hide behind others
and form the eclipse of mind.
Ignominious And Pale.

If it were to one
having nothing to tell,
this would equal
a state of being the one,
ignominious and pale.

Fallen in the abyss of indignity,
doubt does not exist
or come into being. Pale...

Incarceration of personality
is the sad inception of self-denial.
The one that denies the inner self
flees into deception.

Incarceration of personality
is the sad inception of self-denial

Nasum - Wrath

Nasum
Wrath

Under submission for a long time
For a thousand years
My soul is starting to rot
My work is done here
I've shed my share of blood, sweat and tears
I'm leaving this melting pot
You come to stop me
To convince me that i can't escape
I'm tired of being your rat
Armouder with reasons, threats and lies
But it is much too late
I'm about to unleash my wrath
I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be your fucking puppet
I've tasted your fist
And felt your whip burning on my skin
I have dealt with the pain
The more you hit the more you feed
The anger boiling within
Your failure I will sustain
I've been your workhouse
And now it's time for this house to kick your head
I'm pounding my way out
To step aside, get out of my way
If not you'll end up dead
Or at least know what true pain is about
I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be your puppet on a string
I won't accept this life
And fall into a dark depression
To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide
Buried under bricks of guilt
I have tasted your fist
I have dealt with the pain
Rip my back with your whip
My pain is my gain
I won't accept this life
A victim of your oppression
To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side
Never be your puppet on a string
I won't accept this life
And fall into a dark depression
To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide
Buried under bricks of guilt

Psycroptic - Epoch Of The Gods

Banda oriunda da Austrália, mais precisamente na ilha da Tasmânia.
Esse vídeoclip é da música Epoch Of The Gods, do álbum Symbols Of Failure (2006).

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