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Dysevolution

by Necroscentia

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Scroll is hanging from assassin's belt Order is given the plate awaits a head Scapegoat seeks no honor but gold The blood must be shed for his greedy lord One head, one purse hangs from the killer's belt Or a book or a cross is spinned over your head One kills for survival or power for no God Or kill the created in creator's name Land of false heroes made by lies A world of sheeps of a non-existing shepherd Embrace the eternal void as you sleep Or the torture in never-ending flames It is said that the sacred quest opens The golden gates of the heavens Where wasted pawns are told to go As martyrs fall for a mortal's fairy tales Confess to me do you feel like a man of god now With innocent's blood on your hands do you feel cleansed While empty praises of your victims echo inside your head Will you be embraced in the halls of your peaceful heavens For every drop of blood, you spilled, you'll burn You'll burn You'll burn
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In a room where mankind's anguish is held within Where the door is locked up never to be broken Punished as the first offspring once had been Surrounded by the faces from the heads I have claimed Beyond these walls of memories I can hear of cries and screams All the widows and the orphans lost in grieving tears I feel the dismemberment, every torture they perform on me The fire on my twisted corpse is melting my flesh to the bones My hell waits not for my last breath No end shall come with penance My conscience is my eternal tormentor Until on earth I stand as the last sinful to pay Its too late for regrets My deeds cannot be undone Its too late for prayers God has never been welcome in my mind Condemned to a second life At my every single blink Every millisecond of the darkness, Another hellish reality I sink Forsaken, Forever!
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The tyranny of serpents, age of ignominious schemes Where sons kill fathers, for an inherited greed A pure infant baptized in fables for it shall be feared Unhallowed bloodlines bowed and worshiped by benighted A shepherd is chosen by sheeps hearts lost on deceit Their eyes are blinded, waiting for the slaughter on their knees They shall hearken as I speak they are enforced to believe Your lives are mine so say you shall die in my name I am chosen by the hand of the maker I am the one who shall feed you to thy beloved holy fire I am divine to the fool from the soil to the sky I hold the power For I am your god, your rightful devourer Deviant humanity I forged out of my prosperities I scourged their sanities and oppressed their minds through fantasies Freedom shall never be one of the miserable's luxuries Domination is the price to pay for the poor's survivability Visions haunt me every night with suffering people all around Do a couple of blood-stained hands mean to prophesy or glorify Power feels so immortal, the definition of death my forgot My throne looks so small when a mortal's spear raise my head to the sky Promised to be given a future Tempted to sacrifice our nature Annihilated everything we swore to protect Nothing shall stop the steel gets inside my flesh Years of aggression have passed, Deceptions led us to the end I have been blinded by my own lies Ashes of what we burnt are what shall rise I am chosen by the hand of the maker I am the one who shall feed you to thy beloved holy fire I am divine to the fool from the soil to the sky I hold the power For I am your god, your rightful devourer
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Dysevolution 03:45
The legacy, the remains of the wretched, A history, written by the hands of slaves, The pursuit of the truth in darkness, Through the maze of pure ignorance. Like a candle in an hourglass filled with powder, For the calm shall come, but a storm is inevitable, Like a dove in the middle of raining fire, By every falling grain, the end grows nearer. I shall not fight to save the shards of light inside I shall adapt and become the very thing I disgust The time is reckless, everything evolves Age by age, every kingdom rise, and fall No matter how long we deny our nature for The weak will never survive in this world Like a beetle born under a septic soil Like a flower feeds under a toxic rain All the purity shall be rotting within Until there shall be no one left living For how long we've been dying for nothing Our sacred purpose, endless hunger for a faith We kneeled and prayed to tyrants for tranquility To become false saints as broken slaves For the first time, humans experienced the sight of a corpse. An empty body that could no longer be a friend or foe. An everlasting killing spree ignited by the discovery of the weak. There is no escape, only death. I am the first, I am the one I have been here all along I can preserve or I can destroy I shall dominate, I am immortal I shall not hold my hunger to murder I shall bend your will I shall not fight to save the shards of light alive inside my mind I shall adapt and become the very thing I have ever disgust There shall be no turning back from this madness Become twisted creatures of man-made internals Denied our blood forgot where we came from Sealed our own fate on self-destruction Overrate ourselves to be gods, never the victim We are nothing but baits for the serpents

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released August 13, 2021

Lyrics & Vocals: Orhun Can
Guitars: Arınç Yağızer & Artun Çelik
Drums: Taylan Albayrak
Bass: Emre Bingöl

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Emre Bingöl

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Necroscentia İzmir, Turkey

Formed in 2018 & hailing from Izmir, Turkey. Necroscentia deliver a striking death metal sound inspired by a vast array of subgenres and movements.

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