WHEN PLAGUES COLLIDE LYRICS

1. Messengers of the Holy Falsehood

Submissive and afraid he kneels as the weeping willows guide his breath to the gallows
Restless lungs crave to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches
Where intellectual abilities fail to ignore incoming signals of a scenery of bloodshed
The horror of this endgame: remorseless captured in agonized eyes
On a pile of skulls he mounts towards his hanging and away of a life where meaning lost its meaning
This departure is considered a gift
For its descendants have forgotten about their father
His long lost legacy, a vague reminiscence of a life he never knew
Captivity, dejection and an everlasting longing are his serving executioners -relentless and vile
Breathing the symptoms of a prisoner of war he craves for freedom and thus for death
Messengers of the holy falsehood herald sacred sins
Antinomies have dictated his losses, as well as his future -now to end
Grand and proud he wears the knot
Targeting his hopes to a better existence
To a world in which the bound and gagged revive
Still repulsed by sounds of warfare -stunned and deafened
Still fighting haunting images of fallen companions
He perceives solid ground and the ability to breath
Awakened, yet cold
Wandering in the undiscovered
Awakened, with sharpened senses
Arising, seeking potential in the afterlife
Submissive and afraid he kneels as the weeping willows guide his breath to the gallows
Restless lungs crave to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches
All in vain
Embraced by solitude and panic and by restlessness and doubt
Sinister shapes lure and sneak upon this newborn flesh
To devour the hunted in its whole
Submissive and afraid he kneels as the weeping willows guide his breath to the gallows
Restless lungs crave to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches
All in vain
Now crawling and creeping through the afterlife
As keeper of thoughts
He slays and he eats the victimized minds
As he guards the enigma of the infinite
The best kept secret plaguing mankind
For death tongues tell no secrets

2. Fertilization with the Body of Men

Sell your morals to the infidel
For they will hang you by the feet
The definition of a cowards throne
Is lived by the recreant kings
Fertilization with the body of men
As antagonists start their feast
Widows weep their silent tears
But those kings still sneak through the ports of the disfigured
Desert and crawl into the lair
Where enemy forces nourish your despair
A warm welcome soon turns into apprehension
When awareness of failure decimates
Sell your morals to the infidel
As you wither into nothingness
Towards the beast, towards the end
Where you won't find the key to reconciliation
Embrace the beast, embrace the end
Sell your morals to the infidel
To access the path of true liberty
Freedom of speech turns into a force-fed silence
Towards the beast
Towards the end
Where you won't find the key to reconciliation
Embrace the beast
Embrace the end
Pigs
Your deflating realm
Based on misleading, corruption and the absence of heroism
Impair those walls of false commitments
Shatter the face of this dishonest state
As defenders of allegiance
We swore to massacre the whores
Deceptive filth we put to death
Without boundaries of our everlasting persistence
Sell your morals to the infidel
Sell your pride and believes to the heathen and adversary
Pile those bodies, collect the dead
Murder, slay, exterminate your bloodline
Sell your morals to the infidel
For they will hang you by the feet
The definition of a cowards throne
Is lived by the recreant kings
Fertilization with the body of men
Wither and crawl into the lair
Where enemy forces nourish your despair
A warm welcome soon turns into apprehension
When awareness of failure decimates
Sell your morals to the infidel
Towards the beast, towards the end
Where you won't find the key to reconciliation
Embrace the beast, embrace the end
Sell your morals to the infidel
As you wither into nothingness
Freedom of speech turns into a force-fed silence
Towards the beast
Towards the end
Where you won't find the key to reconciliation
Embrace the beast
Embrace the end
We swore to massacre the whore
No price too high, no titan too strong
We may lose life but never in vain!

3. Legion

One destination
One right
Slowly departing towards the embracing hands of the Father of infinity
His hands, grasping at the throat of the existence which is craved to be left
Acquisitive yet reassuring, his grip guides to delivery
To be reborn is no option –Unless at the other side of life
The embodiment of my presence meets the insignificant nature of being
We are nothing
Reduced to the ashes of an unforgiving life
And blown away by the breath of our own demise
My awakening, enlightened by the flames and the warmth of virgin generosity
The long expected bliss I choose
Absorbing death
Once landed in the haven, now known as the welcoming home of the accursed
Mortal commandments abrogated
This transition to exhilaration and endless euphoria
The activation of new senses
The beginning of making sense
Wise and fierce a new killing spree I lead
Ferocious recruiting, spreading wisdom amongst the 'weak'
Infernal strength generated out of hate for the human breed
Supreme eradicators scouting companions and fresh meat
Dying preys will see no more but a glimpse of our burnt faces
As they are willingly agreeing to be scorched towards inferno
Their annihilation -imminent and imperative
One destination
One right
As the wretched yearn for my clenching hands
I commence to transform into Father Death

4. Dictating Violence

With the inheritance of casualties
In abhorrence forced to endure
Angst and loathing thrive where deprivation of homes
Embodies the flesh of a blackened domination
Murdered minds covet the aroma of a breath that was never theirs
Claimed by a commanding reality
Condemned and convicted
Submitted to a ceaseless regime
Vicious are the kings
To be neglecting the essence of a long lost remembrance
Narrations tutored torture and adversity
Obsolete should be the misconceived signification of a non-existing entity
Slaughter the Gods and their ever enslaved disciples
For we as wolves indulge our hunger for blind sheep
For a defective breed
We've buried our children while they raped our wives
We've digested the hope for a bloodless life
In the aftermath of our grief and disgust
Crowned to Messiah
Nameless and faceless
Known by the horde as Dictator of Violence
Eradicating the sick
And fistfucking the divine
Antagonistic and vile
Violent delights have violent endings
I stand
And I lead
To liberation
The ashes of burnt relatives
Ensuring our faith to breath hostility and hate
As the grand executioner
The plague of the wretched swarm I serve
For we are my design
As architects of a new frame of mind
We are
Boundless and infinite
And burnt forever

5. Als imperatieve grootmacht

De dood,
Als stille onderwijzer
En onderwijzer der stilte
Waadt zich door het leven
Als bron van kennis der immer onbekende
Verhalende gezichten verliezen het zijn
Verloren in de strijd
Tussen de loyaliteit aan het leven
En de schuld aan de Dood
Als schepper der gedachten
Ontneemt hij de idee
Der bestaanszekerheid
En het vertrouwde karakter
Van de veilige omarming des levens
In zijn imperatieve vorm
Geniet deze onsterfelijke grootmacht
Het monopolie der sturing van het menselijke welzijn
Alsook van de niets ontziende vernietiging van de ademtocht
De dood
Als stille onderwijzer
En onderwijzer der stilte
Waadt zich door het leven
En leert ons over het tot nog toe onbekende
Verhalende gezichten verliezen het zijn
Verloren in de strijd
Met de loyaliteit aan het leven
Doch ontslapen en ontwaken in een welverdiende rust
Als schepper der gedachten biedt hij bestaanszekerheid
En vormt hij het vertrouwde karakter van de veilige omarming des Dood
In zijn imperatieve vorm deelt deze onsterfelijke grootmacht zijn kennis en bezieling
En zijn eeuwigdurende adem

6. Tutor of the Dying

As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction
Ugly shaped creatures rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction
Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn –led astray
In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth to be discarded
Lost in time as well in place, betraying of selves stains the sacrificed blood of generations
Voluntary walked towards slaughter –the path of disgrace
To be butchered by relentless hands
Persistent neglecting the demanding eyes of the harbinger of ruination
As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction
Ugly shaped creatures rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction
Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn –led astray
In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth to be discarded
Only eternal silence awaits
Reject the gift of life
Hostages of indolence -worthless bones in a box
Fleeing liberation, embrace compassion -and still you know no shame
Detractors, ungrateful for the suns of existence
Life's traitors and takers, for gratitude is ever absent
Doomed, bound to the shackles of death
A slow departure of skin translated in the stench of the rotten
Clench the stench of the dead
Choose to breath the thin but precious air of distinction
And fight at my side
For I am the Tutor of the Dying
As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction
Ugly shaped creatures rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction
Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn –led astray
In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth
Consumed will be the architect of false faith and misconception
Their tongues
Their words
Their throats
Their mine

7. Fleshmould

I carved my name into his eyes
No surgical precision
No need for a steady hand
Yet skilled and efficient and consequent the lines are drawn with love for the craft
Violating sight and molestation of his mind
Extreme commitment induces supreme expertise
Perverse violence embedded in instinct
I am blessed
A malicious performance of an undiscovered artist
Driven by hatred and revulsion for celestial deception
Transcendent are the ones who propagate the slaughter of the servants of
Their self-crowned creator
Follow the lead
Restore the balance
Regain command
We are the ones who regain this
Slaughtering the pathetic and grinning as we close their eyes
Emptying their lungs
The struggle is real
As the air is filled with darkness and a lack of recognition
Pulling strings of life
We will not be silenced
Nor decapitated of our reason
For disgust and repugnance
For epidemical depravity strengthens extinction of morals and of innocence
We need
Contagious aggression and competent slaughter
Genocidal restitution as atonement for deception
Immaculate entities find their downfall as viciousness plagues humanity's wellbeing
In rapture we will celebrate our new-born kingdom
For eradication of divine contagion shall be the rebirth of freedom
Their blood spilled on the music of Choir Master Hate
Blood is splattered in the name of darkness
A dance of hate
We are the ones who orchestrate

8. Belials Archetype

Malevolent thoughts slither through the mind of this broken man
The weeping eyes of his unborn child reflecting on the name of his murdered wife
The ever cold breeze carries her scent as reminder of the elegance of life
In her fragile existence she achieves in maintaining the breath of belief in the essence of his being
Still death and reunification offer solace and liberation
Still taunted and haunted
Elite devourers burden his thoughts with high-level destruction
As the carnage continuous
Burned towards Belial's throne
He's relinquished from itself
The archetype of infernal science
Assigned to plague his wrath
Ingesting thoughts slither through the mind of the victims of this broken man
The weeping eyes of their unborn children reflecting the name of their murdered wives
No wind to carry the scent of hope
Doomed to a wandering presence
As elite devourer he burdens thoughts with high-level devotion
Yet salvation is offered by the bloodstained axe with which his preys are presented the faith of the unburied

9. Marked for Destruction

10. Corpus Maleficus

In the death of an enlightened mind perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality
While harvesting genetic materials the skinned and departed compose their songs of the lifeless
As the blade gently divides my scalp from cranium
Their symphony guides towards continuation of interminable suffering
Comforting hands and velvet voices are now serving as vital muse
And lead me to rectification to help my cold and shapeless body find its sleep
For I have watched my disfigured remains being fed to the pigs
Shut my eyes and make me sleep
The disgrace and injustice done to the insignificant critter that once was me
I shall be revenged
For the murderer who has sliced my life away has given birth to an invisible enemy
I shall be revenged
In the light of a darkened mind perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality
In the search of a peace of mind a vicious apparition find his way to a savage haunting
Translating hate
The specter of violence I am
Only his dead will be the messenger of tranquility and of silence
As I slither towards the target to absorb his precious life
Manifesting in its cerebellum and dominate its intellect
Vigorous actions pleasure and warm my bloodless heart with the burden of this imminent casualty
Translating hate
For I shall be revenged
The strings of the puppet in my rigid hands
Untouchable and controlled by a miscreant
He is led to the edge of his presence
To his final breath
In the blackness of an inhibited mind random thoughts of suicide find their way to realization
Performing a one man show
Fatal yet successful
I can now lay my eyes to rest

11. Vows

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WHEN PLAGUES COLLIDE LYRICS