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The Adversary

TypeStudio Full-length
GenresTechnical Deathcore
LabelsSkull and Bones Records
Album rating :  92.5 / 100
Votes :  2
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The Adversary Lyrics

Submitted by level Besi Karat (2013-07-08)
1. Unholy Sermons (0:50)
2. Soldiers of Immortality (3:26)
Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era, buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes.
The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay, slayed.
Their life raped from them.
They swarm like locust, in the form of spectral hate.
Ghosts in the fog, reapers of the night, disembodied souls, tormented in the afterlife.
Haunting the living, possesing the weak, controlled by the army of torment, seizing their mind, infiltration of insanity, turning the pretty on eachother, tearing organs from their allies, now spread this flame.
Tearing themselves apart from the inside, once a protector, now an executioner, the dead will rise.
The depths of hell await thee.
3. Laceration Penetration (4:25)
Darkness will soon cover this once righteous life, nothing but an effigy daunting the annihilation.
What was immaculate, now stained with impurity, watching this torso turn corpse, blood dripping from intestines as they are ripped from inside out, the struggle for exhalation, a need to fulfill my obsession as pale turns blue, the
desire to penetrate the dead become overwhelming.
Now, a trophy to remember my first, a sense of completion, the stench of her rotting organs now linger for eternity.
My seed is growing slowly in this lifeless carcass.
Life as a dirty fucking whore has brought you here to decay.
Now, take this blade.
Thrust it deep inside the torso, sifting through entrails.
The feast will soon begin.
The time has come.
I must consume the mess I've made.
Devour her insides cold, the taste of dead empowers me.
Limb by limb, feasting till there is no more, once a lady of the night rots inside of me.
I now control the victim.
I've tasted the meat of the dead.
Torn flesh ripped from the carcass now becomes a part of me.
One with the dead, become one with the dead.
4. Furnace of Hate (3:22)
Fuck what you've built!
My hate is stronger than your faith!
No gates, no walls will stop my dying thirst for blood, for rape.
A plague of weakness created by slaves, infection spreads.
These peasants must be slain.
I've chosen not to follow your ways.
Your disciples will burn and fucking rot.
For not my thoughts, but my actions.
I plan to spill their blood.
Their worthless lives will not be spared.
I feel the beats inside me.
A darkness has consumed me.
The helpless look into the sky, praying for salvation, screams of agony are proof of a god that's failed them.
I will no let them live.
They stand against me.
It's time they face defeat, eternal sin into damnation.
My unrelenting urge to kill begins to take control of me.
A victim in my hands, a fate worse than death.
Skin them alive.
Torch their insides.
They can't escape, their life I must take.
Their soul is mine to torture and rape.
They are the plague.
They are the slaves.
Prepare to bleed.
5. Flesh Oracle (3:21)
Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs, strung up to bleed, gravity showers you in your own filth.
Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece, these gaping wounds tell a story.
Your life is worth nothing.
You're a worthless cunt, believing if you have a choice to live or die.
As I nail your torso to the floor, they pierce vital organs.
What do you have left to offer?
Eyes rolling back, bloodshot eyes, bleeding from all orifices, bloodmarking time like an hour glass, you cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut.
Violently hacking into your throat, I finish decapitation, another lifeless carcass left to rot.
I've conquered man.
I am the birth.
I am death.
Upon the table lies a corpse, a chunk of rotting flesh, a work of art, a perfect kill.
I'm basking in the stench.
I'll keep your ears as fucking trophies, hanging round my neck.
To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end, I am the death creator.
I am the fucking end.
6. The Adversary (4:06)
Among the masses crawl the weak.
Watch them cluster together.
Like maggots feeding on the dead, they stand against something far superior.
Attempting to create fear and chaos,infect you with false ideals, but they are designed to fail.
No matter the consequences, we will not fall to these pitiful fucks, they alone are insects sucking life from the world.
United they stand, divided they shall be slaughtered.
Strike them down with unrelenting hatred.
Let bloodlust fuel your aggression, inflicting brutality.
They will embrace death to escape from merciless torture.
Crushing skulls to make an example to all those that oppose me, the time has come for you to defend your existence.
We must deface and mutilate the enemy.
The false obsession, the isolation of their fate, they fall to their fucking knees.
We must show them that their attempts to conquer us will lead to their own demise.
We march to the sound of slaughter, death, destruction, chaos and rape.
7. Decrepit Purification (3:51)
There is no hope.
You are helpless to the chaos that has raped your world.
Genocide to all that are innocent, we have waited for this day and now it is time to feast.
We must find them and end their existence.
To spare themselves from unimaginable torture, it has started tearing limbs from torsos to disable our prey, the blood of the innocent deep within my veins.
My strength growing with every drop, separate the heads from the bodies.
These pests are not worthy of a name.
The bodies pile up.
Limbs intertwining each appendage lifeless as the last, the putrid stench of dead cunts boils my blood.
The thought of victims that are yet to be devoured is what motivates this holocaust.
I need to stop the birth of the deceased.
We kill in packs, a force of evil they should never conquer, surrendering will not bring them mercy, only divide the cowards from the brave.
They will be butchered, erased from this land.
Humanity is obsolete.
Carving in the faces of women and children, their fathers forced to watch as they are bludgeoned, tenacious murdering, extorting a breath from the naive, the death squad hunts you.
8. The False Prophet (3:30)
The beast arises from the depths of hell, sent forth to harvest the Christians.
And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god.
Before you stands a man, but beneath the flesh, stands a worthless creation.
Mortal slaves forced to serve, they pray to god, hoping he will forgive their sins and save them from damnation.
The art of deception serves the prophet well.
Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter, turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator.
Fuck your god!
I stand before you calling out your god.
Before you stands a figure, but beneath it's shell stands a false prophet disguised by shadows.
A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity, driven by hate and vengeance, betraying their messiah, they follow Satan's chariot to Babylon.
The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one.
Satan's army is on the other horizon, waiting for the horn, unholy crusade against their creator, leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own.
9. Engineering the Antichrist (3:32)
Darkened clouds approach the grounds where the innocent victims await the outcome that could never be forseen.
They come from beneath earth, they come to block out the sun, there will be no redemption, their blood spilled for Satan.
A trail of corpses lay behind them, stench of rotting flesh, they slay all women/children leaving them without their heads.
I share the same addiction to the beast that I can taste, cannibals they've become.
Infect the population with a plague that would last for a thousand years,
Apocalyptic massacre, piles of burning bodies lie at the side of the streets,
As your bowels give way, your final breath will beg for forgiveness.
I see the end is near, the streets awash with blood.
They're all dead in the end, no one to be spared.
No one to be spared, evil, Your faith will be your weakness.
Slit their throats,
Drain their blood,
Nothings left,
Look what I've done,
The gates have opened, my reigns begun,
This is my church,
My kingdom!
10. Requiem (2:20)
11. Cowards Throne (4:45)
We are the plague of rotting flesh, the dead that roam this earth, servants to the shadows left to feed on carcass.
Soul tormentors, leaching life from the clean.
Diseases spreading, chaos, fear, hate for all to feel, together we rise to take down this god of yours.
And darkness will reign over all.
Stand forth!
Where is this one you call god?!
An adversary in a coward's
throne, a message from my master, the time is now.
Feel the fire from within.
The blood is boiling.
Watch their soul destruct.
I tear it from their fucking corpses.
We are the demon, hunting, killing, slaying, raping god's slaves.
Their blood will fill the rivers.
An epic tide of Satan's rage, stand forth you coward!!
A so called "saviour", save your world or watch it burn.
Through the darkness, arise the servants of Christ.
Pray this is the end of their days, their lives bound by a book of lies.
How can you judge what does not die?
The fires of holocaust will burn for eternity.
Upon them is the hour of slaughter, a message from my master, life must not go on.
A message from my master, obliterate mankind.
A message from your master, I've failed you all.
This is the end of days.
Now watch it burn.
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