SOL LYRICS

1. Centuries Of Human Filth

Let there be a massacre
A death to one and all
Let there be a massacre
A final slaughter

Praise the golden holocaust to come
Praise the death of millions
Centuries of human filth
Centuries of decadent pride

Let there be a massacre
A final death to all

Grief the rise of civilisation
Grief the human reproduction of filth
Praise the golden holocaust to come
Praise the end of civilisation

Let there be a massacre
Let it be soon

2. Apathetic Pride

Utter darkness
Catatonic despair
Apathetic pride
The oblivion of the soul
Religions soulrape
Exterpation of serenity

Repugnant human
Face your destiny
Death
And this is how life ends
With a filth breath of regret

3. Boginki

Newborn plague
Festering fetus
The curse of life itself
Praise only the death of man
Praise only the end of time
Stillborn hope dissolve into fear
Let the misanthropy have his way
End all life

Destroy this pathetic excuse for order
Destroy this very core of civilisation
It is sickening me

This rot this decay
This filth you call a man
This desease you call love

Poison the fountain of life
As the world lingers on it
As apathetic attempt to survive
And we are lost
And there is no way back

Let there be a massacre
End this confusion of life

4. Where Angels Rot

Let them all die
I scream towards the sky
As the corpse of angels descend

Let them all rot
I cry in despite
Let them all decay
Nature abhors a vacuum
And we have reduced ourselves to nothing less

So let them all burn
I whisper to a sun
Grown pale with disgust
This world has become the tomb of the very soul of man
This world is where angels rot and wither away in regret

And let them all rot I cry
Just let them rot
As I face the void of nihil

5. Era Of Decadence

This is the era of human decadence
The slow degeneration of the soul
Seek beauty find none left
Seek truth find none left
Trust noone
Not anymore

This is the era of decadence
The slow decay of the mind
Seek faith find none left
Seek love find none left

This is the era of decadent pride
The slow decline of the heart
Trust noone
Not anymore

6. The Inanity Of Man

The mind's debility
Unstable fragments of life
Moral declension
The inanity of man

A oblivious world
Forsaken by gods
Human arrogance
The sanguinary plague within

If only I had a bullet for each human being
I would promise this world a miracle
I do not pity
I puke

That is the nature of my being
Humanity
The contagious sicness withing

7. Apocalypse

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SOL LYRICS