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Aborted - TerrorVision cover art
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Album

TerrorVision

(2018)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresDeath Metal
Album rating :  83.8 / 100
Votes :  4
Lyrics > A > Aborted Lyrics (117) > TerrorVision Lyrics (11)
Submitted by level 5 Greg-Grzegorz (2018-07-14)       Last modified by level 21 Eagles (2018-09-29)
1. Lasciate ogne speranza (0:57)
Instrumental
2. TerrorVision (4:33)
Grotesque manic display of misery
Forfait values, refuge for vanity
Unholy masturbation
Self-inflicted drama
For the drama craving drama queens

Hold a mirror to society
A piss poor display of displaced narcissism
Wretched whores
Animus violence
Displaying animosity
Rancour distrust
Warmongering

Oh holy devastation
Divide and conquer
Spreading fear, hatred and disbelief
Hold a mirror to society
A perfect display of misanthropy

Obey the terrorvision
Demonic manipulation
Spreading hate
Spreading death
Fear

Praise the lord
Sever the whore
The masses want more

Bow to me
Oh nephilim
Emisarry of perversity

Praise the whore
Nu Babylon
The masses need more
Crawl for me oh idiocy
Emisarry of stupidity

Watch them crawl spineless
Opium for the masses
Watch them bleed for us
Religiously walking meat and erroneous pride

Unholy flagellation
Self-inflicted trauma
For the trauma craving trauma queens
Hold a mirror to your bigotry
A piss poor display of society

Manipulation of the masses at hand
Hate (x2)
Terrorvision
Sociopathic iteration

Manipulation through black mirrors at hand
Hate (x2)
Terrorvision
Psychopathic iteration

Hate
Fuelling the masterplan
Hate
Moving the pawns around
Hate
Our embodiment
Hate
Fuelling the masterplan
Hate
Blissfully ignorant
Hate
Our decadence
3. Farewell to the Flesh (4:41)
Dark abysmal scheme - a curse beyond death
I revel and fester,
Devouring flesh and bone

Hating of the masses - A blight without cure
I lavishly dismember
Devouring guts and gore - rotten to the core

Voraciously impatient, a relentless need
My growing urge to feed
I am the end - of man
For I am Hell, farewell to the flesh

I am sin incarnate - sin immaculate
Bringer of butchery - the birthplace of disease
Herald of misery

I am become death - portrait of humanity
The birthplace of disease
Behold my tapestry - a deranged fantasy

Devouring guts and gore, a brew I adore
For I am Hell, farewell to the flesh

Nazarene, bow to me
For I am blasphemy
Nazarene, bow to me
The ultimate flattery
Nazarene, bow to me
Nazarene, bleed

A sick joke with cruel intention,
The puppetry to which we're subjected
A giant farce based on false prophets
Deities praying upon the subjected

As I bid farewell to the flesh
The corpses pile up ever so fresh

As I bring desolation,
Slaughtering fields of my enemies
Stricken from light, the burden of life
As I bring desolation,
Slaughtering fields of my enemies
I have lived as a god and shall die as one
Farewell to the flesh

Dark abysmal scheme - a curse beyond death
I revel and fester,

Devouring guts and gore, a brew I adore
For I am Hell, farewell to the flesh
4. Vespertine Decay (6:00)
At the stroke of twelve,
I feel alive,

I was born with the birthmark of cinders
Wreaking havoc through
The torment growing within me
Heresy, vespertine decay

Mere tools for my needs, with every inch deep
A corpus delicti of the worst kind
Necrotic excavation for erotic deformations

I was born with the birthmark of cinders
Wreaking havoc through
The torment growing within me
Depravity, vespertine decay

As the casket creaks,
My morbid fascination becomes real
The flavour of dead meat, true pleasure divine

As nostalgia grows - prophecies foretold
Nourishment of perversity deep within me
A cavernous exaltation
Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
Exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume
A malodorous banquet

Six feet deep,
My morbid fascination becomes real
Fresh cold cuts at my feet,
For my pulsating meat

Cold touch, sweet lust
Thy innocence lost with every thrush
A vulgar humiliation
Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey

As nostalgia grows - prophecies foretold
Nourishment of perversity deep within me
A cavernous exaltation
Decency bereft, grotesqueries untold
Exquisite stench of dead flesh a perfume
A malodorous banquet

Stroke of twelve,
I feel alive - oh sweet vespertine decay
Morbid depravity - I worship death
Erotic insantiy - faith unrestrained
Morbid depravity, embracing apathy
Erotic lunacy, with brute force

Cold touch, sweet lust
Thy innocence lost with every thrust
A vulgar humiliation
Corrupt the corpse with every breath
Heresy, without hesitation

Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey
Sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Let me prey
5. Squalor Opera (4:01)
I, I am the face of your torment
I, I am your sin personified
With picturesque decay I paint a world full of problems
Insanity, I am the herald of your misery

With lewd demeanour my visions congregate
A sickening black hole of debauchery
Construed to keep free thought at bay
A sickening hole, taking control

Wallowing in a wasteland, a sordid cacophony
Shrouded by a terror vision
Indoctrinated abomination
The grandest farce, misanthropic global diversion

Oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery
Hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre
Extermination policies for the weak and poor
We embrace our very end with the greatest amour

I, I am a vision of madness
I, I am the end complete
With a sickening display I portray all your problems
Pure lunacy, A mirror of society

Oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery
Hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre

Extermination policies for the weak and poor
We embrace our very end with the greatest amour

Gluttonous we keep devouring more
Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores
Epitome of the insane, we beg for more

Enter the Opera

Gluttonous we keep devouring more
Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores
Epitome of the insane, we beg for more

Enter the Opera

Gray matter rot, a voracious plot
No voice of reason, it pertains to treason
We adore a generation of idiots
Damned and doomed we embrace it like fools
No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces
Gray matter rot, a voracious plot
No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces
6. Visceral Despondency (3:32)
This visceral despondency
A grand depression, our demise
Corruption of the beholders mind

We were born to die alone, in despondency

Towards the end, towards the uncertain
The endless void

Prelude to all your suffering
Unprepared for trauma
The silence is deafening
Bleeding through your pores

Uncompassionate, distraught
Selfish and oblivous
Apathy aching like an open sore
Fornever mourn

Towards the end, towards the uncertain
the endless void

Of egoism we're the great defender
Our inner struggle irrelevant
The selfishness is deafening
Bleeding til it rots

For we are all callous, the walking dead
Living life in the backseat
Full of bitterness, the living dead

I dig deep to fall again
Grabbed by the throat, upon life choke
Drawn in to misery, born for despondency

Trapped in your head, the heavens bled
As you slither through the hairline cracks
Sanity lies beyond humanity's grasp

Prelude to all your suffering
Unprepared for trauma
The silence is deafening
Bleeding through all your pores

Through heavy torment
Throughout a life of misery
Our thoughts drive us insane
A final nail...
7. Deep Red (3:20)
Anxiously I enter the necropolis
A defile for me to chose
Six feet below me - object of lust and defilement

Deep red - dark abyssal Eden
Six feet below me, a tortured soul on all fours to go

Deep red - necrotic nemesis
Six feet behind me, a pounded corpse
On all fours to go

Anxiously I enter the necropojlis
A defile for me to chose
Six feet below me
Object of lust and defilement

There's no addiction like this
Spellbound by her sphincter
I wreck havoc beyond abasement

Deep red - she bled
From tomb and purity stripped away
Deep red - she fucking bled
Roast beef of sullen meat a main course today
Your god is dead, now come let us pray

Deep red - she bled
From tomb and purity stripped away

Your god is dead, now come let us pray

The bonding of the living and the grave
amore morte
With pure passion and surreal delight
I sucked her dry and ate her rare
Your god is dead, now come let us pray

Deep red - she bled
From tomb and purity stripped away
Your god is me, now come fornicate

Deep red - she fucking bled
Roast beef of sullen meat a main course today

Nothing can quench my appetite
All I need is my afternoon delight
Through rotting meat and crumbling bones
A gross feast I relentlessly adore
Nothing can hold me from my sodomite
All I need is my afternoon delight
A shall devastate and fornicate
Through sin and lust the heavens I rape
8. Exquisite Covinous Drama (5:01)
We have a capacity for rapacity,
This human condition
Bred into deception

Bred to believe manipulations
Forced to consume
Controlled for produce and blinded
Our grand depression

We have a capacity for redundancy
This demented affliction
Our grand depression

And exquisite farce, guiding my misanthropy
A myriad of "choices" in vapid world of abasement
Bred for extinction
Misanthropy within me, a reckoning force
On our path to extinction

We have the audacity and idiocy,
An ignorant affliction
Bred for production
A ghastly farce of epic proportions
Loathsome and present
Bred to perfection

A myriad of "choices" in a vapid world of abasement
Bred for extinction
Misanthropy a reckoning force
On our path to extinction

Bred to believe manipulations
Forced to consume
Controlled for produce and
Blinded by a white fence utopia

Exquisite covinous drama
Nothing but tools, brainless fools,
Exquisite covinous drama
Nothing but tools, mongrels, fools
Behold the stench of misery
Sweet bouquet of society
Result of apathy

We have the capacity for rapacity
This human condition
Bred for production
A ghastly farce of epic proportions
Loathsome and present
Bred in to perfection, bred for extinction
9. Altro inferno (4:49)
Suffocating mess, this other Hell
So pragmatic, enigmatic

Nurtured by redundancy,
We embrace this mental lobotomy
The apocryphal art of idolatry

Ignorance is bliss, catatonic state
So dogmatic, yet ecstatic - catastrophic

Eternal cowardice...
Maze of no return, your palaces burn
Claustrophobic,

Suffocating mess - reality
A cage of callousness

Nurtured by redundancy,
We embrace this mental lobotomy
An apocryphal art

This stench of reality, crepuscular society dusk
As I suffer through this other Hell

Altro inferno - spirit of the dead
Altro inferno - machiavellian deceit
Altro inferno - the other Hell in me
Altro inferno

Altro inferno - spirit of the dead
Altro inferno - corrupted at best
Altro inferno - slithering so serpentine
Altro inferno

For I believe in Hell
Hell is other people
Dauntless descent to misery
Into this lobotomy
For I believe in Hell
Hell is other people
Claustrophobic maze of no return
Repulsive creatures

Altro inferno - spirit of the dead
Altro inferno - maze of no return
Altro inferno - slithering so serpentine
Altro inferno
10. A Whore d'Oeuvre Macabre (3:01)
Serpentine, slithering,
A gruelling sight so disturbing, disgusting
Perverse, self-absorbed,
A gruelling night so distraught,
A maniacal thought

Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
Hopelessly subdued to perenial torment
We all engorge on vanity - fueled by lust and greed
The vapid world around me - for I am Dante
Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
I am the herald of misery, insantiy,

Enjoy your minute of fame
As your cranium caves
Enjoy your minute of fame
As your corpus bleeds,
Nothing but waste and rot

Praise your selfie, praise the whore,
With useless bullshit you are adorn
Praise your selfie, praise the whore,
From guts and gore you are torn
An epitome of debauchery,
Selfishness and sordid idolatry
Back to the filth from which you were born
Praise your selfie, praise the whore,
From useless bullshit you're torn

Where's your fucking saviour?
Laid out on my cadaverous banquet...
For all I see, Hell is empty and tall the devils are here

Gorework - a whore d'oeuvre macabre
Gorework - a framework bizzare
Gorework - a whore d'oeuvre macabre
Gorework - a framework bizzare

Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
Hopelessly subdued to perenial torment

Serpentine, slithering,
A gruelling sight so disturbing, disgusting
Perverse, self absorbed,
A gruelling night so distraught,
A maniacal thought
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
11. The Final Absolution (5:07)
This barren wasteland, your utopia has died
Consumed by greed and lust
This is our final absolution, erased and burnt

This barren wasteland, a mere memory
Testament of failure and defeat
This is our final absolution, a hypocritical creed

Under rorulent soil, a mere bag of bones
Complete exsanguination of the human race
A pile of crud, nothing but walking dung
Complete excoriation of the human farce

Testimony of acrimony
Self loathing and absolute greed
Testimony of misanthropy
A manifesto of utter envy

This is our final solution

Man creates - man destroys
So is the way of the world
Man hates - man abhors
Recreation for the fallen one

Under rorulent soil, a mere bag of bones
Complete exsanguination of the human race
A pile of crud, nothing but walking dung
Complete excoriation of the human farce

Testimony of acrimony
Self loathing absolute greed
Testimony of misanthropy
A manifesto of utter envy

Ruins of man - a utopia in ruin

This barren wasteland, a mere memory
Testament of failure and defeat
This is our final absolution, a hypocritical creed

All we are - what we are
Parasites tearing the world apart
The final absolution
A zero tolerance solution
Parasites tearing the world apart
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