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The Independence of Observation Choice

by NOMAD

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The Slanderer 04:21
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„ THE SLANDERER” My mind screams with a monster voice, With a dark phantom hidden under the mask. My eyes scream burnt in flames Its shadow rips me apart It drills holes in my pure heart, Bites with a sin, plies with madness. I felt...... A purple lust at the bottom of my mind Hands in the chains of time And fire..... Twined at his feet Like snakes around me Welcome my sin, the thorn of my heart The forge of my slip-ups, the tyrant of your own pride I pray no gods any longer I conceal the secrets of cold prophecies Solo: Bilmorgh I’m wrapping myself with his sweet flattery The heat of power has flashed in dumb hands And dance....... In the eyes of damned flames On the rings of eternal might And scream....... Trampling upon a bitter intention of lies Is a contempt to the glazed heroes Welcome crafty Demon, the slanderer of all truths I’m stroking your blasphemous dance like a sand
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The Independence of Observation Choice 05:03
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“THE INDEPENDENCE OF OBSERVATION CHOICE" You - looking at us with contempt You – endowed with sneer at the masses of oaves You – corrupt by the silent sin of forgiveness You - considering all a fuel to your gold carriages In the glass coffin I tear the last scrap of flesh out of my body Restraining from vampirism I count on myself only With my tired eyes I pierce the glass like with a sharp diamond With the last drop of my blood I tear apart the chains that bind me Cut off from hypocrisy I walk through the discovered layer of my inner self I'm rising!!!!!!!!!!!!!… I’m rising, above your dull belief Above the time of apocalyptic visions Above the infinity that surrounds you Above an exam in humanity Above the infinity that doesn’t concern you We are rising above the illusion of your rulers You – having your fingers on the pulse of false conflicts on survival You - having no more reasons to exist than we have Dead to your blind eyes, we are rising…
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My True home 04:55
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“MY TRUE HOME” Through the wasteland, wickedness and solitude I flee Through the rotten prophecies I flee To my murky home I flee, To chilly walls and barren roots I turn around chasing the illusion I turn around to provoke you, to save a kiss at least… In the filthy lantern light my chains flashed My fetters tightened close with your flames approach Today, tomorrow or yesterday I will be waiting here, flourishing I’m here for further I can go no more Here with the cross covered, with the burden captured I sleep Sleep on a cold tomb, by the gods, people and dead metaphors From the fear I flee to the fear My crafty demon cut the umbilical cord Through the world cemetery I flee Through the people junk-yard I flee Old skeletons, cold roots, I found the reflection Empty lakes, I live on the bottom It’s a dream so old, an eternal sound Down the well lives the world Through the glass you touch the years
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Funeral on the scafold of dreams 03:48
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„FUNERAL ON THE SCAFFOLD OF DREAMS” Billions of cut off heads lay beside you! Billions of beings rot in your word! Billions of requests cut off like a dream Billions of conceived workers The dark, lonely body covered with a sinister shroud is waiting. Free from your presence, thoughts smoulder slowly… In the chapel of my eye sockets I’m dipping a pen And like in ink-bottle I’m dipping it in brain and urine Writing my salvation starting with: “God doesn’t exist in me!!!” “The God inside me is dead!!!” In frozen shape I'm dreaming of my free world And the law torn out of my tendons and veins. The colours of my persisting conceptions and The choices which aren’t amongst you. With the groan of depression I’m starting again Billions of requests cut off like a dream Billions of conceived workers Billions of fangs sinking in your larynxes Billions of furious bastards Sinking in your mud Fucking on the scaffold
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I'm Waiting for the Wind 04:52
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“I’M WAITING FOR THE WIND” Dull natural instincts Desecrated human image A pious patter of crusades Had crushed ancient temples and cultures Christianity above all Their slashed and lame priests Selection in the name of morbid religion Hypocritical creators of society With a cross on their breasts and a sword at their side Your god is an antagonist!!!! Prayers have died down inside my walls The whisper of lust is stroking my hair I overcome my fear and perceive the truth Dignity and morality set my view dimension I shut my heart from all the liars With my consciousness on the insanity scales Lost in the night paths With an omni-thing I monitor the time Cursing my naivety I’m waiting for the wind I’m moving slowly like darkness Devouring my weakness precisely My mind like a clay, I’m sculpting my face I’m waiting for the wind It’s so sweet to cry in dream Blood is the only justice here And only patience leads to the truth And you, human, call yourself salvation Everlasting laws are forgotten An implacable god is silent Lakes of tears and suffering shed in the name of his Slaves of sin wither The old and the ailing do penance in the streets The worshippers of spiritual power Dust conceals a common sense Get up, awake your life It’s time to define yourself. It’s time to rise above humility

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released September 9, 2007

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BLEYZABEL BALBERIT - voc.
BILMORGH PAMORHIZ - git.
NAMELESS IMMENUS - git.
GAAPZARIEL KEMOHES - dr.
ROTHEP PATIEL bas.

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