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Miserycorde

(2016)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMelodic Death Metal, Symphonic Black Metal
LabelsDeadlight Entertainment
Album rating :  86.7 / 100
Votes :  3
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Miserycorde Lyrics

(11)
Submitted by level Eagles (2016-11-28)
1. An Adagio For The Callous (1:48)
I sift throug the dark
The veil has been lifted
All I see are shades of grey
Welcome to the rest of your life
this is the end of our bonds
silently we embrace the cold
indifference is silent,
it cuts through flesh and bone
these are the words that will reach nothing
and will be heard by none
all I see is pain
a trance of misery
these are the cries that will be ignored by all
2. The Tribulation Of Man (4:05)
cries brought forth from our instincts
our nature is reigned by disbelief
pawns of life, we are and forever will be
an obscene pattern, a realm of denial
I am but a variable in an eternal maze
overzealous and arrogant I stand
accepting tribulation
my nature is reigned by disbelief
we try to reach the skies for the unfathomable
in the wake of our search for truth we stand alone
unreachable
primal feelings, we struggle
the inconceivable rage of feeling conciously enslaved
from within
lies the path
I will guide you, towards the truth
feel the light, find the path
escape from denial
patterns on top of patterns
amidst all t his chaos, lost to us forever more
unreachable
we are but variables
ambivalent truth we withhold
cries brought forth of despair
an obscene pattern, a realm of denial
I am but a variable in an eternal maze
in the wake of our search for truth we stand alone
from within
lies the path
I will guide you, towards the truth
feel the light, find the path
escape from denial
your eyes see black
one step from losing your mind
unleashing the demons inside
3. Catabolic (I Am) (4:39)
receptive nodes awaiting bliss
waiting for the feeding, the filling, the storm of beauty
my grey matter is hungry for more
the absolute truth I anxiously absorb
feeding through endless patters
why am I unbalanced
my memory unbound
this is the theory of everything
receptive nodes consuming filth
rejecting the feeding, the filling, the storm of decrepitude
my grey matter is hungry for more
your absolute filth I instantly distort
feeding through endless pattern
why am I unbalanced
my memory unbound
this is the theory of everything
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
transfiguring, chaos bent to form, man shall fall
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
theend is near, it all becomes clear, catabolic I am
embrace damnation
sweet serpentine kiss
I amthe downfaal of what you have created
I am ready to behold the knowledge of a god
no myth left unresolved
I am ready to destroy the essence ofthe world
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
transfiguring, chaos bent to form, man shall fall
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
theend is near, it all becomes clear, catabolic I am
catabolic I am
nourishment prevalent, rejection impeding
catabolic I am
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
transfiguring, chaos bent to form, man shall fall
I am the void, the fall of man, the end of all
theend is near, it all becomes clear, catabolic I am
4. Quandaries Obsolete (4:43)
are we obsolete? dare you taste a fear
so profound and sharp, like a thorn in the side
just to be shocked back to life, the one you left behind
would you accept and trust the irreversible?
for a chance to control the tide of future past
in the face of contempt and despair
we choose to be blinded by crafty illusions
an empty promise, the sweetest of lies
don't be tempted to pay in kind
dark ventures deep within
don't let go now
Beyond reason truth is found
our fate, forfait your future
the ragged mouth of jealousy opens
forever at waste, disable all those who hold you back
we hold ourselves back with disdain
know your path, don't fear the unknowing
beware of who you care and who you defend
trust can turn into flights of daggers
to hammers of judgement
be aware
where you are is where they left you
yet you find yourself swept back into time
as you lash at the uncontrollable tide
the unexplainable is so close in sight
in the face of our lucid denial
whe choose to be tuided by ignorance
an empty promise, the sweetest of lies
don't be tempted to pay in kind
do'nt let go now
beyond reason truth is found
our fate
dare you taste a fear, so profound and sharp
like a thorn in the side, just to be shock back to life
the one you left behind
5. Scorn (3:49)
the fear of ying, it always haunts us
this is the end of a lifetime
I am derision
I am your fallen, a concubine of life
I am banished, I am your thoughts
no choice left abandoned for the ones you were never granted
I am the one who is listening
I am the one you wish you had been
I am the light, shining bright
shadow and dark, cast aside
step into my warmth and all is forgiven
embrace my truth, have no doubt
it's painted in the sky, all is forbidden
we scorn the life we are given
from death you are torn
I am your life distraught
non savior reborn
I unravel the fabric of life divine
choice irrelevant, we are nothing but scorned
I am your future, your present, your past
amidst illusions, I am all you knew
I unravel the fabric of life divine
now set ablaze, I flourish - you fall
I am the non-mnipotent savior scorn
walk with me now
leave it all behind
embrace damnation
for I am death, behold
I unravel the fabric of life divine
we are nothing but scorned
I am your future, your present, your past
amidst illusions, I am all you knew
I unravel the fabric of life divine
now set ablaze
I flourish, you fall
I am forever, view from a mirror
6. Body Of Ineptitude (3:43)
your existence has been denied
your aspirations now trivialized
your integrity burked and wrung
forced back from what you might become
a true conspiracy
spoon fed for us all the self-fulfill
A life pulled out of meaning
re-directed to the margin
set to devolve, pushed to the brink of death
It all becomes too clear, nothing but a justified fear
live our lies to the fullest
this is our end, this is the end
hide behind empty words and lies
conspire and deceit
behind hollow words we hide
too afraid to speak the truth inside
only one way is our way
our own web of lies
this is my body of ineptitude
my grand work of art through lies, the truth I shal reveal
what awaits us at the end of the is nothing but the cold truth of our self demise
a life pulled out of meaning
re-directed to the masses
set to resolve
pushed to the brink of death
it all becomes too clear
unveiled as justified fear
we all pretend to be free
but enslaved to our own greed
we expect the world around us
to bow to our needs
hide behind empty words and lies
conspire and deceit
behind hollow words we hide
too afraid to speak the truth inside
only one way is our way
our own web of lies
truth beyond lies
truth through their eyes
for this I believe we are truly alone
7. Remnants Echo (4:59)
scattered debris
this surface is scorched
brought down to nothing
but ash and dust
we ask for the truth
we look the other way
all we do is travel in our minds
trapped behind our shut eyes

screaming out, deafening
failed to awaken
burned down crosswaves
barren and forgotten
fraudulent world
we have chosen to live in

have we lost our touch with reality
we've been obsessed with visuals
and self projection
living in or own imagination
with our eyes and mind disconnected
roaming around feeling numb and grey
remnants of a world we knew once
of a world we left behind
8. Canvas Of Me (3:31)
visions of contradictions, a blank page to be filled
images of me scattered, is this who I am? canvas of me
is this all that matters? or what they think - a skewed reality
as charcoal draws upon the canvas
lines construct what thy perceive
obscuring images of madness
we all portray an ideal of who we are
drawn in black onto the pedestal
shades of grey blur all that seems
I am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream
truth unveils true colors that lie beyond
visions or mere delusions
a canvas corrupted by me
images of me tattered
is this who I am? canvas of me
embellished for the masses
what they see, a skewed reality
as charcoal draws upon the canvas
lines construct what thy perceive
obscuring images of madness
we all portray an ideal of who we are
in a world of superficial desires
percption is law and honestly is flaw
the knowing of self an art to be extinct
only the sycophant remain to paint this canvas of me
sadly the fake remain to skew this image of me
drawn in black onto the pedestal
shades of grey blur all that seems
I am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream
truth unveils true colors that lie beyond
9. S(k)in (6:23)
whould you dare to reflect upon the fact that you're broken
a shattered self, the surface stares blank and cold
as you fold back into your s(k)in
the flesh aches to betray, twisting the shape of your frame
so picturesque defining the depths of your mind
all which the heart fails to find in you
recant the soul, drawing faulty conclusions.
the stage is set for yet another vagary
the stage is set for more treachery
as trecherous elations transpire
these illusions are real
true emotions you hide
will reveal the real-self inside
mask upon mask, virtue you defy
the thicker skin the deeper the lie
hate, vanity, lust and despair - all stand beside me
hammer the broken back into the mold
a melodramatic volta in drawling monologues unveiled
I will not stand for the perversion in me
would you dare to asses that your ideals are corruption at best
the surface stares blank and cold as you revel in sin
the damage don on display
twisting the shape of your claims
your intellect, framed into a state of mind
controlled by what you sought to find
drawing conclusions
the stage is set for another vagary
watch us trade individuality for mimicry
regress to impress, violate to instigage
full intent - no consent
hollowed out to fit in the mold
is this a dogma or a fabrication
these mental alterations you carefully plant
live the live, fake the dream, are my illusions real
the deluded acrobatics you shamelessly feed me
the body is a shrine to defile
the mind is a tool to revile
our will is a relentless force to abuse and create
an altered self, a shadow world without end
the body is a shrine to defile, the mind a tool to revile
the will a force to abuse
the need the thirst to use
revel i skins, repent your sins
10. The Beautiful People (Marilyn Manson cover) (3:45)
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you what do you see?
something beautiful something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
11. We, The Indifferent (4:08)
the eyes of the world are too blind to see
eager to judge, we condemn the world around 'me'
we are the true cult of indifference
vacant stares into emptiness
deprived of thougth and cause
for I believe hell is real, hell is other people
and so if ignorance is bliss
is indifference a virtue?
in this most prominent absence
under grey indifferent skies
once you're freed of all inherence
you'll become a part os the demise
nothing but an unmarked grave
an empty casket left for you to rot
through their eyes
suffused, injured by neglect
bloated and idle - irrelevant
not a sign of life to detect,, or defect
we, the indifferent
and if ignorance is truly bliss
then let neglect be your shrine
the eyes of the world are too blind to see
how we consume and destroy the world around us
we are the true cult of indifference
we, the indifferent of the world
in order to establish injustice and poverty
ordain and maitain, the callousness of our nature
may the light of your significance
refract the judgement to which you're inclined
the higher the conviction
the deeper the contradiction
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