Cynicism & Hate

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Recorded April 5, 7, 11, 2014 at PCIMAS, Hobart, Tasmania

Cover art "Offenbarung" (fragment) by Egon Schiele circa 1911

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released April 19, 2014

Vrag Moj - Bass, Vocals
William Plaister - Guitar
Linton Tuleja - Drums

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Track Name: Invisible Chains of Infernal Command
Armed to the teeth
Mind and muscle
We march at dusk
The flag of Satan raised up high

We are the soldiers
Of the Devil in time
A tradition of pride and
Irreverence

Ch:..
..Darkness has fallen
..On your life and times
..The enemies of god
..Are at your gates

..Not justified
..Nor Ashamed
..Befouling
..The temple of Christ

Soldiers of Satan in time

Armed to the teeth
Concealed
We walk among you
In the daylight time

Make no mistake
For we are here
We laugh at your
Failed savior and barren god

Ch:…

Warriors of Satan marching through time
Invisible chains of hellish command
Order you say “I do not believe”
Arm your mind and you shall be free.
Track Name: Alcoholocaustic Carcinogenocide
A bastion of filth
A lurid convent
But don’t look underneath
The rampart to find it

CH:
..Alcoholocaustic
..Carcinogenocide
..Brought to you with blessings
..From up on high

By Caesar’s order
The Games begin
Aspire – behold
The pursuits of kings

Do you not deserve
A handful of ass?
A blissful respite and
A full glass?

CH

An indigo sunrise
Over a tyrian life
Waved on by the Caesar’s hand
Resplendent in gold

He looks upon your multitude
Down underneath the rampart
Uncounted, hungry
Destined to die of plague.
Track Name: Cynicism & Hate
The world around me abounds
With bitter irony
And its prepared form shall not
Enthrall again
But it inspires…
Cold cynicism and hate

Grey winter limbo
You yet sustain
A dying flame flickering
Among burned ruins
But your emaciated form
Provokes no lust
But it inspires…
Cold cynicism and hate

The sea of faces, who
I wish would heed
In your proud streets
Where you do sway and stir

Would look much better lifeless
Filled with the debris of life

The swirls of soot on shattered concrete
And the wisps of frost on broken glass

And he bright blue sky above
Devoid of your foul breath.
Track Name: Cold Air
Вы усопшие - проснитесь
И вдохните в ноздри хладный воздух
Дух подземной обители
Охладит тот пыл к лжебогу

Пр:
..И чтобы там не блеяли попы
..Папы Римские или иные
..Их проповеди все пусты
..Перед смерти хладной пустотою

Как смертоносной белизною
Блестит то мрамор алтаря
Отвергните лжеспасителя
Вдохните вы свободы холод

Во сне моём подо льдом моря
Осушенным до самого дна
Процессия там проходит
Следующая в никуда

В лохмотьях мощи следуют
В костлявых пальцах ржавые креста
Иконы чёрные в гнилых окладах
По дну шагают осыпая прах

В заброшенной обители Христа
Собрание бесов ночую пьяно воет
Терзает плоть в во разврате тонет
Зная что жизнь кратка

Пр

Смертельный ливень чёрный
Эпилог наших грешных дней
Приди, затми лжесвятило
Ко истине смерти мы давно готовы...
Track Name: Madman
Within my self is war
I fight it every day
Ablaze alone, they call me
Madman

CH:
And I can see that I
Shall never be as they
Nor do I crave their
Inner peace

At first a rage
And then a silence
I looked up to see
Madmen

CH

We hold a mirror
To one another
We’ll always be each-other’s
Madmen

CH
Track Name: Inverse Horizon
Here lies a man
Who thought that the world was round
And hidden underneath its mists
Is an inverse horizon
The mountains, the sea
Are all inside a sphere
Concealed above all by
Ignorance and lies

Ch:..
..Those that point
..Towards the sky
..In reverence

..Are fools for
..There is nothing there
..Apart
..From the colour blue

Ch:…

Before he died
He implored us
That he be buried deep
Minutely closer to the distant spheres
And far away from the sky-lies…

Ch:….
Track Name: Species of One
Springtime for life
In solitary confinement
I gave up being human
Yet I am far from free

This season sees the blood
Well up with human lust
Which is no path towards
The species of one

Where I am going
I need no blood
Nor any other seed

Apart from the
Cold intellect of
A species of one

So near – the stars
Yet nearer still
The cursed helix
Of lust and blood.