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Deus Mortuorum
00:55
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Wasteful Mortality
04:43
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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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Baptised in Torment
05:11
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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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4. |
Invocation of the Blind
04:56
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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
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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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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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