Souls to Deny
Album - 27 aprile 2004 - Debaser id 121227

1. Deceit

For many years I put my trust in you
Perceiving the vows I took that were true
Only to learn all had been lost to you

To search for meanings not truly there
Answers to questions only bring despair
Distractions down the path of our lives

Unforgiving

Was there a point to nine years we had
Selfish thoughts leave you undesireable
Part of me was severed that very day

In the wake of confusion I search, looking
For the answers to questions only reveal

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised place

To desire a place for you to die, unbeknownst to you thoroughly denied.
Expectations of a fruitful way to live, ungodly not to be achieved by you.
Evil lies, death denied
cursed to walk this pitiful existence
To be taught a certain way to be,
let down by the powers consuming me

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to the promised place

God has abandoned you pain and misery a gift to you.
How do I deserve all this despite this unholy place
Infliction of desires purging thoughts realized

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised

To dissect the mind impaled of visions a delusional
state from which one neglects
Incise the flesh with delicate precision
as to not disrupt such artistry

To dominate a feild of iniquity undeserving of many.
One must realize a painful demise deeds of tranquility.
Inflicting misery, an instrument of morbidity thrust deep on you.
Conflicted desires will transpire justify what's right.
Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement

The blood drips from my hands
Your flesh is warm upon my face
Impaled with a collection of sickness
To desire that what you recieve

Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement

Impure thoughts provoke my mind,
undeniable deeds I implore
Sickness helps fill the void, I feel I must react

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

Why do I think this way have I been pushed to far
Nothing makes sense to me really what does it all mean

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

I feel I must release frustrations on the weak
Inconceivable accomodations
creep in my deviant thoughts
Visions of devoured flesh
sift through the awakened mind
How would it feel to rip you in half

To relinquish the mind may invoke a path
Destined to bring oneself closer to the truth
To deny these thoughts may rid you of insanity
To taste the flesh that consumes you

Subconsiously Enslaved

Death is
So close
Can You
Feel it

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

I feel the pain
Flooding the gates
Open the mind
Release the insane
Snapping the chains
To pick the lock
Awaken thyself and release the hate

To walk amongst the dead
plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood.
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you.

Acceptance from your kind
is only a temporal solution to your misery.
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
of events are forever imbedded in your mind.

For you are never allowed to sleep eternally.
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger.
Intoxicated with the essence of life
blood tastes so sweet

The lives of many course through your veins.
To live off the lives of others seems morbid.
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid.

A lifeless corpse falls to the ground.
As you stand before the waste you create.
A path walked time and time again.

Has darkened the emotionless heart.
To deny the pleasures of feelings

To feel one would certainly starve to death.
But how ironic since death does not become you.
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement
contemplating your role.

You are never ending drawn out
to oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison

Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?

Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?

Etched within the centuries,
bequeathed upon the generations
Litanies guide the baneful,
serve the scourge of enmity
Inheritants taught nothing less
than absolute superiority
Resurrecting what time has seen, pontificating savagery

Echoes of ignorance
Scrolls of hatred and prejudicial idolatry
Words of malice scald the culture while raping society

Spoken tales defile all purity
History enshrines the absurd
Forced to relive the insanity relive
Revert the passages of time, unearth archaic ways
Reset epoch's once dispersed, enslave rationality
Exhibit the bleeding of man's ancient wounds
Share this misguided pain,
conjure the demons of the past

Defy, fall to no demigod
Blasphemous their theologies
Inquisitions punish sinners, justify the genocide
Cleanse the bastards, slay the torrid,
rid the land of stained skin
Words of insolence ordain the future
Plauge the seed of morality
Behold.....the tomes of acrimony

Coercion steers domination, campaign segregation
One feasts the victors fruits,
serfs gorge the ample dirt
Last gasps, stifled by the blood
of intolerance's wrath

Defy, beseech no demigod
Subordinate, all distant creeds
One creator to punish sinners, capitulate genocide
Denounce the bastards, slay the torrid,
slay all sons of stained skin
Words of ignorance defend no logic
Fuel the flames of idiocy
Behold.....the tomes of acrimony