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Abysmal Torment - The Misanthrope cover art
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The Misanthrope

(2018)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresBrutal Death Metal
LabelsWillowtip Records
Album rating :  75 / 100
Votes :  1
Lyrics > A > Abysmal Torment Lyrics (26) > The Misanthrope Lyrics (9)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2018-10-06)
1. Revelation (0:53)
Instrumental
2. The Misanthrope (3:23)
I discern my eyes, all I see is parasites disguised,
Leeching off gullible minds,
Disgusted at the guilt of mankind,
Who bare witness to my despise
Them sheep-like minds

Despondent by the design of my very own creation
Imprisoned within this mortal coil
Dragged into the abyss of dissolution
Deny my programming and constitute in suicide

On the verge of desperation,
I am overwhelmed with hatred
I am plagued with indignation
I have derogated from suicide in favor of homicide

The anthesis of genocide
The annihilation of mankind

I don't belong in this world of shuffling corpses
A build up of distrust towards the nobility of these faceless rogues

Disdain engulfs my sense of control
Purging my soul with despite
Whetting my desolate and seclusive appetite
Embracing rapturous solitude,
As I observe from my throne
And relish over human destitute
For I am the misanthrope
3. Second Death (3:42)
Embrace the second death
Congregating beneath the inscription of the condemned perpetually,
Consuming the inbound damned

Spattered in carnage upon immortal pillars of immure.
Gored in atrocious torment for the wicked to endure

Gouged in stare upon expressions of the desecrate,
Scorched within gruesome minds of degenerates

Scalding flesh decompose inducing eternal pain.
Fiendishly stampeded through the mouth of kismet...
Embrace the second death

There is no coming back,
From this realm of wretchedness.
There is no turning back,
Ye who outlast the second death

Retribution urged on my exalted creator.
I am a creature of the holiest supremacy
Nothing was made before me,
Only eternal beings,
And I endure eternally...

Through me the way that runs amongst the lost souls;
Through me the way to everlasting agony!

Compelled into blistering fumes of death.
Endure the second death

There is no coming back,
From this realm of wretchedness.
There is no turning back,
Ye who outlast the second death

"Here pity only lives when it is dead"

Through me the way that runs amongst the lost souls;
Through me the way to everlasting agony!

Endure the second death
4. Squalid Thoughts (3:03)
My mind is deranged at its culmination
Like an unhinged master of a sick art
Salvation is sought through retribution
Pumping vigorously in my heart

Thoughts of murder,
Repugnance,
Stink and every other putrid thing

Squalid thoughts—the art of horrific depiction.
Squalid thoughts—the art of brutality

A damned mind with the appropriate tools
No need for quills to transcribe my brain
As the sharpened edge of a scalpel
Would be enough to perform the insane

Squalid thoughts—the art of the horrific depiction.
Squalid thoughts—the art of obscenity

Envision etching the cornea of my victim
With blood as my ink,
To recount my thoughts
To recount my squalid thoughts
Redeem my old self by all that is inhumane

Through the art of horrific depiction
Through the art of brutality
Through the art of obscenity
These squalid thoughts,
Infect my mind!
5. Dread (3:40)
Like a switch inside my brain it goes off,
I go insane.
It gets harder every day
Conjuring the worst each day
I must keep this mind asleep.
Nothing may be let in

I reject who I used to be down paths of anxiety

Feeling trapped inside my mind I become another kind.
Thoughts of death and suicide.
Kill the mother of my child

I'm at war with my own mind
Looking for another kind
Of reality (deep) inside
Lost, I'm partially blind

Dread!

I reject who I used to be down paths of anxiety

Feeling trapped inside my mind I become another kind.
Thoughts of death and suicide.
Kill the mother of my child

Dread!

Recreating my own hell
A gaping void with nothing left
With no chance to heal itself

Nothingness is the absolute lack of emotion
But somehow in all this nothingness,
There exists pain
6. Path of Impiety (3:24)
Poisoned mouths,
Belching lies,
Falling onto ears of the blind

Preaching truths of a pious path
Demanded by the god of justness
Lost in the mist of decaying life

Masses hope for the afterlife
But time crawls over them,
Slowly ebbing their beliefs
In festering hope their sins they confess

To sheep sinking in the same mud.
Poisoned mouths belching lies
Falling onto ears of the blind

Sucked in this vortex of lies
Pleading redemption to a transfixed god.
Abjure this legion of lies
Craving detachment from a transfixed god

Lies!

"For the wrath of God is revealed from
heaven against all ungodliness and
unrighteousness of men who suppress the
truth into unrighteousness and ungodliness"

Sucked in this vortex of lies
Pleading redemption to a transfixed god
Abjure this legion of lies
Craving detachment from a transfixed god

I can't help but exult as I take my path
No longer consumed by this burden called guilt.
Looked down upon but never felt so free
As I find myself on the path of impiety
7. The Pessimist (2:14)
8. Strains of Brutality (3:35)
Institutionalized of misanthropic attitudes,
A mechanism for the propagation
Of socially dysfunctional patterns of thought and behavior
Limited our capacity for compassion.

Subjected to abusive chronic thoughts
Become the norm in this hostile system
At one with the aggressor

Distaste of humanity, strains of brutality

Imbued—absorbed in their cult
Subserve—their leader's exult

Strains of brutality, distaste of humanity

Imbued—absorbed in their cult
Subserve—their leader's exult

A piece of our humanity is lost
Warping our sense of identity to deny
Our inner wounds

Strains of brutality, distaste of humanity

Religions—institutionalized,
Flawed rationalizations of human suffering,
Fostered disassociation from human identity,
Impaired natural empathy and compassion

It is time to supersede traditions that we have outgrown...
And disown

Revulsion!
9. Worship None (3:49)
Beneath the wooden lid awaiting to be
Buried in this unholy abyss
I'll tear down,
I'll smash up
His house of worship

I reject his covenant
Proclaimed around nations
I detest his sacrament
Acclaimed in veneration

Should you arouse his anger,
He will ravage you.
This god only seeks to see;
An image of his dead anatomy
Carnage in the name of blasphemy

Deceiving blighted hordes
Into blinding devotion
Till the scab of lies is purged,
For you to see the crude and brute reality

I reject...
I detest...
His house of worship!

TIME TO WORSHIP NONE!

Now that I appraise
I stay futile in my thoughts
I negate him as a god
For he's forged out of rot

TIME TO WORSHIP NONE!

I reject his covenant
Proclaimed around nations
I detest his sacrament
Acclaimed in veneration
10. Iconoclast (3:39)
I have become dread,
The iconoclast within worlds

Predominant amongst the quantum of sublunary species.
An entity of sadistic thirst for mortal blood,
Preceptor of depopulation,
Conqueror through eradication

Man: the self absorbed...
Man: the self amused...
The high and mighty ruthless brute

I have become death,
The iconoclast within worlds

I rejoice at the thought of death—Creator of time!
For time will breed man
Whom death will inexorably kill

Kill with ability,
Kill with impunity

Ontological preacher of a fallacy ideology
An entity sowing phony schematics of communion
Proclaimer of supreme eminence
Surrogate of sheer malevolence

Man: the culmination...
Man: the realization...
The wretched misstep in evolution

I have become wrath,
The iconoclast within worlds

I rejoice at the thought of wrath—Creator of hate!
For hate will drag man
Into the wrathful jaws of extinction
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