LOUDBLAST LYRICS

1. Malignant Growth '93

2. No Tears To Share

Set back, blinded by my illusions, contagion
My seed is illusion, the balance seems to stay motionless and wicked

My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better
My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better

I will have sway over you, so stronger and faster you will be
Among soiling people, soiled, motionless and soiled...

My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better
My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better

Desire, my sex is mastering you,
Ecstasy as an artificial paradise
Silence, I can share my silence
Communion, but my silence is without a smile

No tears to share, nothing to share

Silence, I can share my silence
Communion, but my silence is without a smile

From that time fed with my sediments stagnating in a cesspool
You will forever be motionless
Too late to creep to the end of the tunnel, too late !

(My tentacles are growing to hug you better
My roots are rotting to soil you better)

Desire, ...
No tears to share, nothing to share

3. Mandatory Suicide

[originally by Slayer]

Murder at your every foot step
A child's toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you thru your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat
Burn!!!

Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head.
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming skull sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide

Lying, dying, screaming in pain
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain
Radical amputation, this is insane
Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest
Soldier of misfortune hunting with bated breath
A vile smell, like tasting death
Dead bodies, dying and wounded, litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
Dying in terror, blood's cheap - it's everywhere!
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line

4. Cross The Threshold

I am, mother nature made me with flesh and blood
I am, mother nature gave me a sex
I am an animal, and my instinct wants me to copulate
I am a man, and my instinct wants me to enjoy sex

[Refrain:]
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, open the door to orgasm
See the beast, choose the truth, follow your instinct
Cross the threshold, be an animal again
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, follow your instinct, become an animal again

I want you to be my enjoyment
I want you to forget your soul
I want you to remember your body
I want you to forget all that you've been taught

[Refrain]

I am a man, and I want to enjoy sex
No, I am an animal
Join me in the realm of true feelings
Join us and find our deepest sex drives

See the beast, choose the truth, follow your instinct
Cross the threshold, open the door to orgasm
See the beast, choose the truth
Cross the threshold, follow your instinct, become an animal again [x2]

5. Subject To Spirit (New Version)

[Lyrics: Jamin - Music: Buriez]

You preachers of death
Thank for your doctrines of good and evil
You appraisers and judges
Use violence you, arrogant wise man

You know that everything that is living is something obedient, you
You know that we command the one who can’t defend himself
You know so well that the one

Who obeys himself
Judge is, avenger, victim of his law

Subject to spirit
Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power

But a bigger strength grows from your morals
The creator who spawns good and evil
Will break the mirror and its reflection
Life is what has to master itself

So supreme evil
Belongs to supreme goodness, this one is subject

Subject to spirit
Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power

Where life is, there’s a will
But not a will to live, a will to gain power
Decline is when life gives in to power

But you creator, do you know ?
Do you know that whatever you create
And whatever you love, you love it ?
Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ?

But you creator, what’s your will ?
But you creator, what’s your goal ?

But you creator, what’s your will ?
But you, what’s your goal ?

Your crusade for power, for reigning control
Is subject to spirit like an image and its mirror

An image, and its mirror, its mirror

But you creator, do you know ?
Do you know that whatever you create
And whatever you love, you love it ?
Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ?

6. Sublime Dementia (Morrisound Version)

[Music & Lyrics: Loudblast]

A still and peaceful bliss, a glorious resignation, any contradiction fades away
Any philosophical problem becomes clear, or so it seems
For a long time you haven’t been in control but you’re not afflicted by it anymore
Mind absorbed in meditation of an ideal virtue, an ideal charity and ideal genius

You naively abandon yourself to your triumphant spiritual orgy
When will we seek happiness ?

Hoarse and deep sighs leave your chest as though your former body couldn’t stand
The desires and the quickness of your new soul
A miasma mischievously clouds your brain , soon you will laugh at your madness
But you cannot dismiss it, for you will, for you will

Has no more strength and cannot rule your faculties anymore
When will we seek happiness ?

Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself

Sublime dementia, sublime dementia
Sublime dementia

A human’s fanatic lust for any substance
Which exalts his personality proves his magnitude

He always aims at exciting his expectations
And at rising to the infinite

Appalling marriage of a man to himself
Because proportions of time and being are completely upset
By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas
Appalling marriage of a man to himself

Sublime dementia







LOUDBLAST LYRICS