ANTIM GRAHAN LYRICS

1. I Bleed Hate

Your end is near
I can sense the fear in your soul
I will imprison your mind
Only eternity to suffer
With pleasure I smirk
When the pain raptures from your throat
Fierce anger is all I have to give
Until the suffering reduce you to ruins
Believe in nothing, have no more faith
The only thing permanent is your misery
This is your pattern of destiny
I will hurt you fatally
First dies your brain, then dies your body
Your soul will beg for
Termination
Extinction
This torment shall never end

2. Inhumane

Rotting stench of divine hypocrisy
Fragments of lives once subsist
Army of dedicated annihilation
Torment beyond mortal credence
Slaughter, all that thy sight beholds
Remnants, spatter bones
Vile contemplation, murder and rape
Extermination of human race
Blessed by the tyrant, I
Prepare for apocalyptic reign
Inhumane empathy, inhumane soul
This is thy new pestilence breed
Era of malevolence has evolved
Deceased, holy spirits and gods
Forsaken by the creator
Vociferous silence thus evolves
Deafening bare mortal screams

3. Putrefaction Eternity

Diminish thy hope
Kneel before my wrath
Shattered wishes and infinite grief
Welcome to my world order
Breathe to suffer
An eternal torment achieved
Behind the world of perpetual lies I live
Become division of darkened fate
Burned and buried, theory of peace
Resurrected, novel cult obscene
Behold, I am God
With horde of cursed souls
I march into the obscurity
My legion triumphant
Skies bloodied by my fleet
Endless era of terror has begun
Abhorrence shalt forever reign supreme
Assemble the slaves, pitiful human race
Exterminate, plague of innocent breed
Endless epoch, repulsion complete
Thus hallowed by putrefaction eternity.
Unmerciful commandment regime
Obliterate, eliminate, condense
Alliance of Immortals
Pre darkly force
Cremate dust to dust
This is the end
Upon the fire bringer
With vengeance in thy eyes
Fight derange destroy erase
This is the part of my impulse.

4. Spawns Of The Bastard Realm

Arise my children
Seeds of I shalt reaped
Sins of I shalt reap
Untamed flames ov hell
Abort thy thoughts ov salvation
Devouring the existence of life
A serpent awaits for thy soul
Children of the darkened void
Awaken under the moonless skies
Screams of silence, I rejoice
Behold
The realm of godless approaches
Children of pestilence
Born in a blistered rotting flesh
Upon the womb of a decayed soul
A maggot fetus, thus come into life
The sickening stench of death.

5. Tearing Skin From Face

This face will never be the same
Let me restructure smile
No anesthesia
Only it will ruin the pleasure
A blade in my hand
Never looked so shiny and bright
Masterfully now I engrave
The pieces of your epidermis
A fake face now comes off
This is magnum opus desire
Stratum corneum, Stratum granulosum,
And lo, how delightfully they fall
Into dermis I enter
With fountain of blood
And your pig like squeals
This is such an ecstasy
Reconstruction to a beauty from fake
I squeeze the flesh
Just to see if it still bleeds
Blissful silence and screams no more
A work of genius
And this is my masterpiece

6. Alter Of The Fallen

A mourning star
Upon the darkest of the forest
Where the moonlight fails to pierce
The mighty foliage of the woods
Lightens the pathways of the forgotten
A sanctuary of forsaken angels
Fallen from the kingdom of heavens
Beyond all dreams and hope it now remains
An altar, where they rest
Eternal masters of this place
The land of forever nightfall
Darkness, like a luring melody in the ghostly fog
This land has absorbed obscurity
Yet it lacks not, the presence of grace
Forever lost it shall remain
Into the pages of time
And all it would remain is a myth
Upon deceased mortals decayed mind.

7. Chronicles Of A Dying God

End of an era has begun
Fragments of shattered conviction lays
Impaled by once mere slave
Bring on the ignorant creed
Memories of infinite dimension decreased
Upon the dust of thy creation
Obstinate the reign of dismay
Elicitation, termination of creation
Kingdom of odium arise
Upon the bastards now I become one
Masters serve the slaves
Chronicles of once what was
Feeble, once the mighty lord
Termination of the abyss of stars
Chronicles of a dying god.

8. Creation Of Vehemence

Running through a horde
The only purpose here seems
To hurt everyone that I could see
And all the faces are enemies.
This is just another day
Of one day of my life
I would kill the first one on my sight
With the knife struck in his chest
Here I see all the entrails eject
Blow in the head and ruptured skull
Blood seems so beautiful when it flows
Gasping for the last breath
Buried in his own waste
Another perverted.







ANTIM GRAHAN LYRICS