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Global Flatline

(2012)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresDeath Metal
LabelsCentury Media Records
Album rating :  87.8 / 100
Votes :  9
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Global Flatline Lyrics

(12)
Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. Omega Mortis (0:59)
2. Global Flatline (3:12)
In this walking nightmare
This life, an Abominable Revelation
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grand the human race

Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit
Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool
This is the end of all flesh

Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay
A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate
A pathological nightmare or a deity's wrath,
For man is disease and must be put down at last

The world a canvas for me to corrupt -
Rid this stinking earth of all that rots
For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate
Merely a detrimental mass grave

Global termination - for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation - aftermath forlorn
Global Termination - for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation - we are the end of the world

In this walking nightmare
This death, a prolonged rapture
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
The end of all life I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race
3. The Origin of Disease (3:04)
this virulent strain, by man created
begotten by pestis and mentally devolved into procreation
we spread disease
pathogenic choul, a miscreation
bland farce perceived

foul pathogenic properties
man is the origin of disease
we are uncreation spiritual devastation
this virulent strain, by man created
a prolific game of shock and awe, meticulously orchestrated
and we are left to weep
procrastinatinour epidemic

let it be known that we are death
the bastard offspring of selfish filth
what man has created man shall destroy
our legacy is the biggest joke of all

the origin of disease
rapture forlorn
the origin of disease
the end of it all
this virulent strain, by man created
begotten by pestis and mentally devolved into procreation

we spread disease
pathogenic choul, a miscreation, global termination
4. Coronary Reconstruction (4:28)
As I dissect and reform
A psychopath cankered, by parasites debilitating
The lingering corpus of a once dreaded mind, fornever

Resecting this artery infesting disease
Cerebrum excavating

So imperfect a gluttonous waste of life injected
A sycophantic pathosis
Removal of the cancer that destitutes life

Once upon the slab it becomes discernible
A conceited gob of waste churns the pica
Into a shrouded monstrosity
Torment perfected

A coronary reconstruction momentous
Abolish this cesspool of hypocrisy
Obliterate the disease inside

So arrogant a ignoramus waste of life injected
A sycophantic morphosis
Remove the cancer that destitutes life

Murderous animus
Coronary reconstruction achieved
Through scalpel and blade this carcass has been redeemed

Once from the slab it becomes animate
A conceited gob of waste expelled
Nothing but a bag of dreck
Torment inflicted

Haemoglobin injected
The pustulent waste rejected

Eppicene - incarnadine no remorse, no regrets, no odium...

A coronary reconstruction momentous
Abolish this cesspool of hypocrisy
Defect the marasmus which infects the very soul...
5. Fecal Forgery (2:45)
Poetry in motion
A quiescent movement in my bowels
An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery

Inundated with revolting matter
This succulent banquest of drud and gore
The playful joy of fecal batter
As I am engulfed in excremental charm

I did nothing, I smell nothing
Terrorized by this fumy hors d'oeuvre

This fecal forgery
Befouling my decency
In festering excretions I rest
This succulent banquet of nectarous chyme
I suffocate and gasp
The purfum of the dead, in my ass lies to rest
Oh holy puzzle of manure
I piece together with grand rigor
All that rotting fumes beget
A colonic arrest

Peotry in motion
A quiescent movement in my bowels
An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery
This fecal forgery
Befouling my decency
6. Of Scabs and Boils (2:53)
reality drenched my miscarried life
dementia seeps in, irrevocable
the gods have once spoken to me

a new race I will create
I am the seed of misery
spawned of fraudulent filth

of scabs and boils
dehumanized, ostracized this emetic pain
demoralized, nullified, insanity reborn

deranged? delusional psychose
the gods have once spoken to me

a new race I will create
hypocrite larvae shall propagate

we are the walking dead
our sanity has bled
stone cold, defunct, forlorn
abomination of all things
stone cold, defunct, forlorn
the world, my rotten seed
we are the walking dead
our apathy has spread

it is to be with man before crying out: let there be death
it is to be with man when our spirit moved into the dark
it is to be with and and filth he created in his image
it is to be a god to take whate is your and end it all

reality drenched my miscarried life
dementia seeps in, irrevocable
I will reclaim what was taken from me

a new race I will create
I am the seed of misery
through scabs and boils I propagate
7. Vermicular, Obscene, Obese (2:51)
In death I find affection
parasitic abomination

gnashing - gluttonous- appaling

vermicular, obscene, obese

horridly detrimental, a sordid and foul obsession
necrotic fixation of what's igonimously mine

vermicular, obscene, obese

a delicatesse for me to gorge
your exsanguinted stump is my fillet pur

nutritously infernal, a banquet of tepid flavors
necrotic fixation of what's perversly mine

gluttonous, appaling
the gargling pleasure of rotten brew
you are my savoir, my plat de jour
eviscerate, debilitate, such pleasure
you rotting sack in my a**l tract
the gargling pleasure of your rotten brew
the afterbirth no more tha a nefarious fume

In death I find affection
gnashing - gluttonous- appaling
vermicular, obscene, obese
crepitated bowels move in disgust
a mere victim of my carnal lust
8. Expurgation Euphoria (3:43)
As time passes by you inhale your last breath
With every shot you march one step cleser to your death
Just a leprous mongrel digging his own grave
And paving his way through a pile of misery
Atrocity of man, symbol of decay
Intricate solution, sepsis sets in

With every shot and evey high your end seeps in
The euphoria you seek marks your atrophy
Iodine reeps and marks your destiny
With an artificial high your skin bleaks,
Insert the needle, again and again

Expurgating abscess, hemoglobic decay
A rotten mess, you finally became
Expurgation euphoria, untill the bitter end
9. From a Tepid Whiff (3:04)
This Lingering odor
An abrasive scent to most yet a perfume I adore
Operating doors
Enfold a corpuscle that strolls in
to fulfill my needs

Obnoxious gangrenous obsession
A malodorous confession once I

Commence the Y - incision, reveal the bouquet of perfume within
The smell of plaguing chyme Is nauseatingly compelling...

Smell the rot, a goreastic plot...
Prolonging spumescence to re-enrich the reek...
Bacterial excoriation releasing an aroma so sweet...

A heaving puzzle of gore...
An abrasive act to some yet a profession I adore...
The intestinal tracts sets to the fore...
A luscious banquet of feces so delightfully emetic...

Consciously addicted I reveal
A bouquet of carnal rot
Lewd demeanor of a brilliant mind...
from a tepid whiff...

Your cadaver I corrupt...
Nothing but an emptied husk...
Your decayed remains I defile...
Parturient to my grand smile...

Obnoxious gangrenous obsession
A malodorous confession...

Bathing in globulous rot...
With feces I am adorn...
Entranced by the stench of manure...
Parturient to my grand smile...

Obnoxious gangrenous obsession
A malodorous confession...
Satisfied by the aromatic holocaust I wreaked
A pungent infatuation from the ass cheek bereaved...
10. The Kallinger Theory (3:43)
al shall fall for my clerical hallucinations
reallity distorted, a murderous trance
3 million dead, 3 million entombed
misanthropic insanity

a clear path to become god - relentless bloodshed

deprecation, aberration, hysteria
maniacal urge to mruder the world
my path to become god
by the saw and blade I will cleanse
the world from all the walking filth
end of an age, maniacal rage
rabid thrist for death
foul carnal corruption
a sack of flesh coming to its end
a divine modulation, the ending of an age

I did thy bidding, I did thy killing you gave me purpose
I follow the voices inside my head

The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead
a task fulfilled with great rancor
emissary of the dead
the path to enlightenment
emissary of the dead

I did thy bidding, I did thy killing you gave me purpose
I follow the voices inside my head
The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead
The Kallinger theory - entranced and depraved
The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead
The Kallinger theory - entranced and decayed
11. Our Father, Who Art of Feces (2:43)
blessed be the ones who show no remorse
the lecherous mongrels that serve your cause
to worship and idolize a pile of decay
to rob infertile minds of any sense of reality
your fraudulent joke exposed

where is your savior
a deceit so picturesque and pertinently skewed
like a vulture you prey on the weak
the culmination of hypocrisy

lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies
haven't centuries of bullshit been enough
nothing but crud in retrospect
the blessing you have left
our father who art of feces

the rich get richer, the poor poorer
haven't centuries of torment been enough
nothing but shit in retrospect
the curse you have left
are father who art of feces
where is your fucking savior
where is your savior now

for he brings damnation
a reality so disconnected and permanently screwed
like a vulture you prey on the week

the culmination of all thy greed
lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies
haven't centuries of bullshit been enough
nothing but crud in retrospect
the blessing you have left
our father who art of feces
12. Grime (3:48)
A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent...
All I see is a congregation of crud...
A waste of space serving none but my cravings

A delicate selection of the tools of my trade
All shall fall with a thrust of steel
Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending

A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity
Your utopic society lies awash, no standards, no morals
Only grime remains – a monument of integrity
Only grime remains

Decrepit and stale, only picturesque remnants of your salivating ignorance
You all stare into a bottomless pit, with a cracking sound I relieve this earth from another piece of shit

A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent...
A waste of space serving none but my cravings

A delicate selection of the tools of my trade
All shall fall with a thrust of steel
Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending

Timeless wonder, the moldy scent of blood
Soothing silence, the destruction of your world
Timeless wonder, the omnipresence of death
Soothing silence, the destruction of your world

I just had to destroy something beautiful
Scraping cranial matter, a picturesque view of it all
Is this hysteria? Human nature at its purest form

For all I care call me obscene
And pretend to live your life pristine
Rancor fed those like me grow
To feed until there is nothing to show

A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity
A sensible inheritance – the destruction of decency
Standing in a pool of blood - the remnants of my bidding
13. Endstille (6:27)
The sole purpose of my creation was to
Bring forth the wisdom of omnipotent rage
So that the children of man
May learn how pitiful they are

They who shall return
They who shall mark the end of this world again

To seize it once more,
For them to trample with their wretched
Hooves and unmake into nothingness

Schleimge Larve, Fleischnarben, Jämmerliche wesen
Unw ürdig vor der verbreitund der ersten gotter zu stehen

To banish the sun for all eternity.
So that the oblivion may swallow everything
In the totality of existence.

Um die sonne für alle ewigkeit zu verbannen.
Sodass diese vergessenheit alles in
Der totalität ihrer existenz schlucken möge.

Erleuchte, nicht mehr!

Muculent larva, grains of flesh, despicable beings
This is the final silence, Endstille, the final silence.
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