WRATH OF VESUVIUS LYRICS

1. Doomed To Ignominy

An assortment of greed, lies, and hate have filled the platter and are being indulged with an envious spoon, wanting to want, striding to portray a presentable number.
Force-feed the putrid bile that's been heaved from their mouths.
Heave the faith, spit useless integrity into the eyes of the arrogant wasteful man.
Reoccurring impulses to stuff the hole with maggots to feed off the constant shit spewing from the mouths.
Spewing shit from their mouths.
Lets set the stage for a narcissistic auditorium.
Gloating in preferable passion and all that's been done.
Worthless adversaries portending the coward of a man.
Originality amounts to the very dirt they'll all be soiled beneath.
Every word muttered from the cankerous whore will be returned with repeated lashings till it rips to the bone.
All in all, is one is none, even in the image of the bastard son.
Immortality wouldn't suffice under the wing of the Narcissist himself.
The creator of hate, the narcissist himself.
The creator of greed, lies, and poverty.
From roots below to extremities within, it's all animalistic.
Defense mechanisms, survival of the fittest, it's all animalistic.
Leaving lives hanging in a balance with ambiguous futures.
We are not the creation, we are victims of the created.
Soon to see that we are the thieves fulfilling the prophecy in which is believed.
Idolatrous martyrs deny the truth of the non existent.
Propagandized for their comfort.
Wide spread scriptures console the masses.
The hell that bore within which nothing can destroy.
WE ARE DOOMED TO IGNOMINY AND DEATH.

2. The Final Reich

At the steps of the Master's kingdom, I kneel to what I've joined.
The archaic atrocity of the necromancer has been summoned!
A celestial plan of destruction is being waged upon all of humanity.
I am the exemplary of the ravages commanded!
As I place this encumbrance upon all households, I will dwindle the specific belief systems that I personally abhor.
We are the storm troopers descended to efface the crucifixes you bear, and to induce and deplore
you.
A conflagrate nimbus with razor blades, and revised cross between the eyes is the sordid appearance that will rend your kind.
Oh the mirth that will fill our blood stained faces!
Savagery amongst the innocent to seize the lives of the lie and bring fourth the reign of perdition and the riddance of the holy fallacy.
This is a genocide to illuminate your delusions.
I am the exemplary of the ravages commanded.
We will bathe in the blood that fills the serpents land!
As your burning in the furnace, where is your ethnocentric pride?
As your burning in the furnace, where is your helping hand?
It's all occult as you FACE
THIS PERILOUS PLAN!

3. Manipulative Delusion

Probed to feel, to feel real; probed to feel, to feel nothing.
Dermal coated calligraphy, etching out an identity.
Ripple after crinkle, lines making distinction, connected to perception, allowing to feel.
Specification, an intricate design, an intricate design.
Is it specification or is it...SHIT!?
Underneath three layers lies wires swirling in, curving out, tangling all around.
Intertwining and connecting to a memory chip, artillery that was once useful now has zero significance.
A virus is soaring through the matrices.
Glitches in the programming, the system is out of order.
The Machine has planned its self destruction.
Probed to feel real, I am probed to feel absolutely nothing.
Control the thought, alter the thought and delete the thought of existence
A fragile mind to a complex thought spawns a world of agoraphobia.
Awaken the nightmares and leak them into reality.
Consider the shadows we tend to ignore.
Trap them into a vice to off-set equilibrium.
A virus is soaring through the matrices.
Artillery that was once useful now has zero significance.
Dermal coated calligraphy, etching out an identity.
Ripple after crinkle, lines making distinction connected to perception, allowing to feel nothing.

4. Aftermath

Another dim day, pacing through the catacombs of the so called world.
The only thing that remains is the crows that hover the streets.
The world was once warned as the man spilled out the future, an image's principles that could have had prevention.
The existence of life is buried in soot.
Your soul is released into a stellar gaze nebula of nothing.
Racing through until God engulfs the world.
The holy one will sure come for you at the brink of revelation.
He'll evolve into a Giant of Fire and ignite everything
He will burn the world.
He will ignite everything.
He drowned the world.
It's just like the flood.
I've found the missing piece to the puzzle of life and man.
The key to the hidden doctrines; The Apocalypse revealed.
The Apocalypse Revealed Planet Earth: The Human Race stood oblivious to this all.
A secret has unfolded.
The old luminous white man will shine for years, and years; but eventually flicker out as light years pass him by.
Fade into a fallen star amongst other realms.
A replicate of the moon after his game of destruction.
The answer was engraved in the Holy scriptures, accustomed and symbolized to everyday life.
DIE!
He will burn the world.
Incineration upon all.
He will burn the world.
It's just like the flood.
NOW INTO THE FLOOD!
Nomadic space voyagers from the great beyond sent from higher grounds; foreign means.
To discover a long lost desolate Earth.
To discover a long lost desolate Earth.
To discover a long lost desolate Earth.
To discover a long lost desolate Earth.

5. Destroyer

A watching eye peering down on his weakened creation, pointless lives clinching hope, pleading for a will to live.
Through these nightmares we can't translate what's warned.
A spoon-fed structure blindfolding acknowledgment.
Archaic encoding foretells destiny.
Equations depicted from the vast stellar gaze.
An interminable cycle we've neglected and ignored.
Voices from ancient legions are whispering in our ears, speaking in serpent's tongue.
No direct correlation between where you are standing and what is surrounding.
A fine line drawn just to settle the speculation.
A fine line, if crossed, shot on spot consequence.
Long lost torched excerpts decoding a fate, answers resting with the soot burying all.
An intergalactic alignment to a parallel figure.
A portal through the serpent holder.
Behold annihilation of worlds as we know them.
An interminable rapture, an interminable rapture.
Annihilation of worlds as we know them.
Enter the eye of the bird.
Bow to the lord, the new heir to the throne: The Serpent Holder, The Destroyer.

6. Instrumental

7. Perception Of Time

Frantically pacing as the last grains fell through the hour glass.
A motion of hands to the frontal view to see if perception is in tact.
It occurred with blur numbing senses, stopping the mind, and bleeding out my fucking eyes.
All of a sudden I feel as if the room is subsequently smaller.
And as the figures grow, there is a loss of control.
Disposal of a former self.
Stowed away in the time that has been lost.
All the fragments of good left behind in thousands and thousands of counter clock rotations.
Harping on the jewel of birth and blowing it to smoke.
In this state the division of thoughts smashes the clock.
Yet the off timed beating of my heart keeps ticking in my ears.
What are these numbers?
And what are they doing in my head?
One side acknowledges facts, the other disregards and reacts.
What's this unbearable force that's constantly opposing?
Its ticking forward with the same taunting stare.
I'll wake up one day to the alarming persistent beep of my heart.
Make note of all the negative spaces between me myself and I.
Hear the off timed beating of my heart ticking in my ears.
Rip it out of my chest as the solution to this fucked up equation.

8. Descendants Of The Fallen Star

Hold the scoundrel right before me.
Hold the scoundrel right before me.
So I can see his eyes burst to flames as he's burnt at the stake.
The darkness being spread amongst the common people is the fear that the reciprocal of salvation has emerged.
The child of scorn has been born to summon the forces of darkness.
Darkness!
To summon the forces of darkness.
This ruse that's been placed upon our realm, will be retaliated with contemptuous iniquity.
This craven society has outcasted us, has spurned our beliefs for being one with the dead.
A force beyond your will has been awakened.
The beast that has longed to engulf mankind.
The poison that lingers it's indulgence in front of plain view eyes, in a future scale, is the question for generations to come.
Your actions are malign to your soul.
As I burst into flames, I'll take you all with me.







WRATH OF VESUVIUS LYRICS