1. |
Jason And The Argonauts
00:52
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2. |
Time Of Grace
03:13
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And now you’re starting to understand
What’s in my head
There is fire in the house of god
Pulling trigger on innocent kind
Slaughter the martyr
There is a voice that spew sadness
Onto my face
There is a strained hand
Onto my head
I am betrayed
My king doesn’t answer
My lord won’t save me
You cunt
Dishonored
I have been watching you
I’ve been waiting for you
And in your time of grace
I’ll be ripping every cracks of you
And now you’ll never understand
What’s in my head
There is fire in the house of god
Pulling trigger on innocent kind
Slaughter the martyr
There is a voice that spew sadness
Onto my face
There is a strained hand
Onto my head
Slaughter the martyr
Erase the filth of belief
This madness has live for far too long
This bullshit should not live on
Kill them all
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3. |
Sculptures
04:05
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The edge of death is descending down on us
We waited for an improvement, and got deceived
These sculptures will rise, and walk the earth
We didn’t have the time and we will no longer have
We're chased by giants of soil
We failed and are condemned
There is no solace in the failure of progress
Crippling fear into your bones
you now understand how you fucked up
There is no turning back
You own it,
Deserve it
Time flies and you won’t get it back
And you won’t get it back
Your betrayed oath
Your sentence to death
And now you're crawling to an illusive shelter
Searching for an escape from your judgement
From the hands a giants of bones and flesh
You thought that progress has become your slave
But a machine you didn’t build will never kneel to you
Severed limbs
From your weak shell of hope and hell
Disemboweled
From neck to knee you fragile scum
We're chased by giants of soil
We failed and are condemned
There is no solace in the failure of progress
Crippling fear into your bones
you now understand how you fucked up
There is no turning back
You own it, deserve it
Time flies and you won’t get it back
The edge of death is descending down on us
We waited for an improvement, and got deceived
These sculptures will rise, and walk the earth
We didn’t have the time and we will no longer have
The edge of death is descending down on us
These sculptures will rise, and walk the earth
Time flies and you won’t get it back
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4. |
Harvest
04:13
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Searching for the right gut to sever
I’ll find my way through your body
Extended arm of the murderer
A worm of flesh
designed to slice open your entrails
Your rotten corpse is my buffet
BLEGH !!!
You’ve never owned it,
Counsciousness was a mistake
And now we’re back to harvest them all
Created to feed a monster of infinite powers
Hell unleashed upon your souls
Now my soldiers will tear you apart
Searching for the right gut to sever
I’ll find my way through your body
Extended arm of the murderer
A worm of flesh
designed to slice open your entrails
Your rotten corpse is my buffet
You've never meant to become something more
Than fresh meat
You’ll never end up being something more
than a fucking shit
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Child Of Waste Paris, France
Deathcore band based in Paris, France.
Est. 2014.
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