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Garden of Dystopia

(2014)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresProgressive Metal, Symphonic Death Metal
LabelsInazuma Productions
Album rating :  87 / 100
Votes :  5
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Garden of Dystopia Lyrics

(11)
Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. Pandora's Codex (3:33)
By opening the gates to the ancients
and the divine foundations of the universe
Let there be… Disorder

Understanding this massive quantity
Layers of antagonism, anxiety and avidity
Filling the holes of the undeveloped majority
Forming them and reshaping them edges of humanity
Dividing polarized mortality
Reciting the supreme rationality

When the fields of conciliation turns into decimation
And the smell of death surrounding this devastation
Tools of a murderer and solid state of conviction
Sickness, pestilence and all forms of automated autopsy

With chains and bones, their Eden is yet another land
They vanished out of the map
With torches and forks, leaving the outlines of the black box
Filling it with another fraud so called formula

A revolution of million resonances
Swarming into the board of vanity
A transcendence of breaking another nexus
Abide to the act of the grid
An emanation of innumerable mythologies
Falling into sea of sanity
Accept the consequence of stalemate
The thesis of an origin, smiling to her last survived descendant

Playing with the black hearts of my card
Drawing aces of the worlds
Wrapping all the strings around the red diamond and the blunder
Forging the eternal chronology
2. Children of Menace (4:09)
The sky’s flashing green, as I sleep into the deluded lie
A lie that is neither reality nor a dream
Kicking through the suffocating walls
Swallowing me into a dark void
As I reach out to the lady of the light
The skies yet again flash green

Strike your colours, Shut your deadlights
As we dive into the unknown briny deep

Waking up in a rotted corridor
Blood runs down the spiral steps
Steps that no creature shall set foot upon

Their shades became your own

Sharp edges cutting through the king’s chess
A knight’s duty is to serve for eternity

Grant your slake as we strangle life
All that you can hear is her whispers
Loud Steps, Crawling into the depths of void

Avast into the sanctuary
it is the enlightenment

The sky’s flashing green, as I wake into a deluded reality
A reality that is neither true nor false
Waiting desperately for the light of guidance
All I could feel was warmth
As I stare into her hollowed eyes
The skies yet again flash green

Strike your colours, Shut your deadlights
As we dive into the unknown briny deep

Waking up in a rotted corridor
Blood runs down the spiral steps
Steps that no creature shall set foot upon

Grant your slake as we strangle life
All what you can hear is her whispers
Loud Steps, Crawling into the depths of void
3. Enciphered III (5:39)
Cursing the monstrosity
That has been building up within me
Hearing the silence of the black
Whining rapidly, facing the wet walls

Cornered by the pointing shadows
Drown in a vast ocean of obstacles
In a room of three walls
With a blinding light underneath my feet

Is this my shadow or am I its servant?

Craving a painful smile
In a child’s face lost its wrinkles
Praying in silence; would it be ever heard?
Walls of the trinity
Walls of the anarchy

Ideas flow through my mind as I afflict through time
A time that is about to be no more
Hopelessly hanging into the shattered star dusts
Tugged by its leash, and mentally frozen

Surrounded by the bright agitation
Kneeling me down into submission
The sound of time is the pulse of my heart
And it arouses the clock’s gears

Is this my shadow or am I its serpent?

Craving a painful smile
In a child’s face lost its wrinkles
Praying in silence; would it be ever answered?
Walls of the trinity
Walls of the anarchy

Each corner is striving for attention
Like a theatre of operations
Pushing against those bricks of guilt

Time is consumed by this asylum
The light house guides me back into my archetype

And now all the doors are shut and disappeared
Resting at the corner of peace
This defines the symphony of the unconscious land
Is it just the walls?
4. The Gambit (8:04)
Take my hand, oblivious child
Wading in blissful Lethe
Heed my voice, solemn and true
Caressing whispers ‘neath your temple
Let it seep into those translucent eyes
Filling in the serpent spine
Auditorium of unpredictable precision
The truth woven of a million lies

All there is and all that's been
Is but a song of transient glory
As the more we coalesce the more it arises
Beautiful tragedy, deciduous beauty

Welcome to this limbo
Farm of the imaginary oracles
Be wary of the four freaks
Names of Knowledge
Elder of the altar
Infant of insight
And myself (Keeper of the keys)

Take my hand, succulent youth
Let me tell you the epoch of your heart
Everlasting incandescence of ravenous lust
Let my body shroud your mind in adulation
And my touch ignite the flames within
Let it burn through your veins under trembling skin

Keep you lascivious gaze to mine
These enamoured eyes won't tell lies
Do you feel the arrivals of the sharp reverberations?
Let them whisk you to glorious rapture

Take my hand, stranded girl
Let us open the gates to the universe
And claim your rightful throne
The so called worlds of the living lay at your feet



This is not the chance
To play the innocent
You are the initiator of the chosen-kind
This is the only chance
For you to give yourself to me

Let’s dance...
To the Victory we both share
Of the inside; shall we reveal the gates?
Open thy self; as thou heareth the circles
Dancing, like a broken carousel

Take my hand, lost deity
Your mind's creation is absolution
Beckon forth the sun's Sabbath
Let you’re fantasies bid you flight
And sway with me under the pale moonlight

You have risen atop the world
At the level of the so called watchful eye
Beware the Arcanist’s ways
The most delicate and the most contagious
Because you’re the only one who preached long enough

Relax! And cross the doorway
Flashbacks thou see
Of thy ancestor's fears and lies
Forgotten, like a rusted carousel
Shall we dance?
5. The Arcanist (4:54)
It took days for you to draw the map of the world
It took a moment for thou, to establish ye
I am but a man, of will and choice
made of what I picked from the province of mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown
Oh thou art just drawing made by the mortals
It's all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing
Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments
Thrones made by blood, all for nothing
Mortals are bringing each other down for just a meaningless applause

I am not going to become your beloved doll
Not here, not now, with blinkered eyes and shackled arms
I am not going to evolve into your artistic maggot
for I have a heart, I have a mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown
Oh thou art just drawing made for the mortals
it’s all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing
Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments
Thrones made by blood, all for nothing
Mortals bring each other down for just a meaningless applause

You! The masses
The product of my thoughts
Caught up between the grand genesis
And the red age of The Omega
What I think, you become!

I the tip of your senses mechanism
I command you to comply

Whoever surrenders his whole being unto me, a slave for freedom
Shall be rewarded; thou shalt not suspect, waver nor despair

I will give you a chance

I’ll give you a chance; to live once more
I’ll give you a chance, to imitate my childhood
I’ll give you a chance, to love and hate
I’ll give you a chance, to complete the circle
I’ll give you a chance, to know less and enough
I’ll give you the chance
6. The Puppeteer (4:36)
A wasteland, brims with plagued beings
Listen! Can you hear their moans?

Bursts of light that conquers the dead of night
Those are the carnival of your diversions
Be one of us or bow down to the righteous ones
Let us play the game that is called justice

Surrounded by the nameless conscious
Journey into your master’s path

Desecrate, lacerate, incinerate, borrow lives for your initiator

Life evolves from the womb of the grim seraphim
Those are the keys to your deceptive cadence
Mend the torn strings, or sway under our sovereign grasp
Let us play the show that is called freedom

Surrounded by the nameless conscious
Journey into your master’s path

As darkness fills the skies
Between the moon and the throne of stars
Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
Looking through us with guilt and despair

White and black squares
Tick tock, broken glass
Red cherries and black eyes
Tick tock, broken spines

Lo and behold my children, wave your strings
Let my decree (and menace) seep through them
As I am your Resolve (guided by fear)
You are your poet’s steps
As I won’t be delighted (and fathomed) without trepidation

As darkness fills the skies
Between the moon and the throne of stars
Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
Looking through us with guilt and despair

Light shall bow upon the thrones
Fear the phenomenon
Ruler of the world it’s called
In the Pandemonium
Granting the keys
Between the puppets
To deliver the lost scripture
Between the puppet and its puppeteer
7. The Serpent (6:02)
Mark your stones for it is the start of time

You are the seduced puppet living in a horrid coma, a doomsday coma
Curled up in a black box of sands
That is just an emblem that represents an agenda

Leading people into the crystal flood
But it’s just their own making
Driven by the machine slavery
You are but a credulous monarch
Rerouted into the contagious passageway
The beauty of the misinterpreted spectacle
A well-covered eye, dressing the conception

Consummating the desire of your inner discontent

This is the undependable, unproductive state of mind
Surrounded by the fear of omnipresent construction
List made of rules and barefaced stories
Drenched in heretic attempts of resistance
I am a victim of an endless irony

By the fall of the empyrean
Their eyes rain blood
Scorching them viciously
As they speak between the lines

And she said to me, as they speak between the eyes
Lies and lies, upon even more, all over again
Hammering those manipulated whispers
Calling it, (the subliminal messages), the undeniable truth

Please! Please! Let me have a taste of the obscured fruit
Please! Let me sink my teeth (For it is but a survival game)
Into and through that beautiful red (Besides, It is just a code)

O’ Father, forgive me for I have redeemed me self
The eye has; yet again done good, and now; she asks for your leave
Hades! She’ll be coming ‘round the incinerated mountain
Hades! When she comes, there is no place to hide.

You are but an apostle embracing the substantial manifestation of life.
No man can besiege your mind.
Every misstep you take,
Ignorantly, a million others will take.

You are free to learn from these lessons
Made by you, through me and back to her
Burning the shields of their cortex
Reaping freaks and servants of time

Despite the lies
We learn from
The crowds and their lord
We’ll keep evolving deep inside
As I am god’s message evolved deep within
8. Animus (6:54)
Is it loneliness again? Is it darkness still?
An epilogue of existence
Can I close my eyes now?
Has it been solved? Or did I miserably fail?
Can I see everything perfectly?
But until when? I don’t understand
I am one as I am all...

The interrogations vanish behind the scenes
Agglomerating answers, speak about its perfection
Lost the roots of its questions
And we ask why, after why
We pass through our deepest spot of our ocean
Deep thinking of the past that is written in the future’s book

Should I react? Or should I predict?

Then I found myself...Alone
To calculate, to compute and replicate
Under high level of intelligence
To measure, to count and duplicate
Under the codes I play (Do you know that miraculously millions die?)
To reproduce and to evaluate!

I have been following a path
A path that I have worked all my life
To achieve an achievement that seemed impossible
Impossible in a sense of a peaceful human

A man that lost his abilities
A wrong that is called right
A right that is named left
A left that carries beings upward to the core of earth
A land, a home, that played at a multiple literatures

In the name of Gaia
In the name of… I… couldn’t not tell (Couldn't not tell)
Wither its nihility of a boring eternity
Or is it? The ugly beauty of the absolute

The questions vanish behind the scenes
Agglomerating answers
Lost the roots of its interrogations
And we ask why, after why

No initials and unclear ruination, Ashes of purity.
Decoding the box, of Pandora’s codex

I am now liberal
I descry, therefore I visualize
Uncertain if I can certify
Did I cease to exist?
What’s behind the curtains?
There where I have been derived
9. Theatrical Demise (5:44)
The world will little note, nor long remember what we are going to say here,
Let’s remove our curtains and lay bare ourselves

It is not simply within the questions
Who is Alpha? When is Omega?
But natural subsequence
Related to the one idea

There are more dire notions
Than to be the centre of the universe
The billion reasons that made us and the others around us

Awaiting idle hands to birth them into existence, back from the stars
The sacred balance of nature

I mount the edges of sensation
Portraying the prologue of your hideous grin
I ambulate on your sadistic cathedra
Waiting for the moment of your condemnation

It is a colossal mistake to theorize before one has affirmation
Incuriously one begins to distort facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts

I who walks back and forth
And you are who checkmate
I who breaks out from the truth
You! Shape it back out of lies

There are more dire notions
Than to be the centre of the universe
The billion reasons that made us and the others around us

Those waiting for our actions for them to exist, back from the stars
The sacred balance of nature

I mount the edges of sensation
Portraying the prologue of your hideous grin
I ambulate on your sadistic cathedra
Waiting for the moment of your condemnation

Pandered me with the prospect of death
Unraveling doors to other ruptures
Realms of peace and tranquility
A perfect portrait of the world 6 foot under
The approaching of our instincts, bringing them to the very now

We stand between cause and correlation
Adding numbers to the matrices you're subsidized
Creating worlds out of life's circadian rhythms
To a hollow existence such as yours deprived of hallow minds

Ladies and gentlemen
I am kneeling down my sanity
Toward your falsified philosophy
Expecting our last applause
You forgot who you are
Another human-made god
You exist beneath Khronos
Crawling and moaning
For forgiveness, a life escape, a salvation
There is yet another encore to declare
As I turn my back now
Toward the demise of the epic of yours
10. Cod.Ill.umi.nat.i.ons (1:49)
This is not the life I‘ve chosen
Not the path I have drawn
Not the code of my life
It appeared to be but a systematic code

Against the codes of RED
Against the codes of TERROR

I swear by
A code of illumination
A code against a miserable nemesis
A code, despite the apocalypse

And here I am standing above The Ashes
Of the burnt garden of dystopia
11. Rusted Libra (9:11)
They kept running for shelters
In this endless catastrophe
Ruled by and the only circles
of the almighty Ouroboros
The start of deliverance
The gathering of the east, west, north and south
Meeting under the star’s trails
Lost in a permanent perplexity

It must be the banners of life
The love of immortal force

The perfect circle pursuit
Where death follows birth
And birth of another death
Such a balance

A balance that once has been visible
Where emotions were just another motion
For us to play different impersonations, perhaps ourselves

Playing the role of the gambit
Risking his life to live at the gates of the universe

Playing the role of the puppeteer
Laying orders of mass disorder to claim the decayed thrones

Black gaps of delusions
Fed by the Elysian tears
Restoring the helix foundation
The balance of rusted Libra

Playing the role of the arcanist
Changing the purposes and the principles of each step made
Issuing a new chapter of human anatomy
The rise of new properly scattered nations

Playing the role of the neo, the oath
The grand architect and pillars of Sine
Supported by the erotic flesh
The enslaved sin, the serpent

Black gaps of delusions
Fed by the Elysian tears
Restoring the helix foundation
The balance of rusted Libra

Enough! Of bickering over the truth
The aborigine and mortal fictions
Listening to humans
Talking about treason, (why?)
Where ever we go

“… And then, the author showed that your work amounted to nothing.
You started crying, all the enthusiasm gathered from your rough imaginary ordeal lost.

Shouting furiously at the author, you demanded a solution,
An explanation to what’s happened.
Is this all just inside your mind?
Is it reality?
Or… is this just a whole different reality that you’re living in?
What is living anyway?
Why are we wondering?
What is wondering?
What is what?

The author drew a condescending smile as he closed his book…”

The perfect circle pursuit
Where death follows birth, Division of different beliefs
And birth of another death, Claims of the inferior minds
Such (a wretched) balance!
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