Spikes
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Spikes
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In your kingdom,
weakness became a virtue.
Hate for life, although painted gold,
is no more than a tomb.
Fear is addictive, failure makes new chains:
instrumentum regni.
We are the thorns upon your heads.
We are the thorns which sting your flanks.
We are implacable spikes.
We are spikes.
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The grey inferno
05:13
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Noise tears the ears,
greyness blinds the eyes.
Concrete walls suffocate
every breath of freedom.
War's sound outside this quiet grey inferno
Ignorance became destiny
Resist, forever
Conquer what is yours
Masters inside the cage we built for slaves.
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Wretchedness
04:43
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Life boils in the abyss,
an informal and boundless magma.
The skin will burn,
and the mind could be lost.
In this nothingness which I believed was empty
I've not found anyone other but me.
Every moment with death beside
as long as it will be your guide
Let’s pour the flesh to the soul,
you'll see the wretchedness
of everything
until the mind will be lost.
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A thousand times more
05:16
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They could subjugate you with violence,
but the fear of death would consume you.
No… A kind smile will be the weapon that
will lead you to hate life pleasantly.
Piety is the benevolence of leaving everything as it is.
Cause the last will be first.
They won’t let you die,
A thousand times more they will condemn you to see the sun rise.
A thousand times more.
How holy hate with no cruelty is
How holy hate dressed as hope is
“We would like to kill you a thousand times,
up to the limits of eternity,
if eternity had limits”
A thousand times more.
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Looking for eyes
05:19
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Submission to the black dogmas
New rules for rebels
Uniforms, symbols…
Where is the individual?
Where is the will to reign?
Low-fi mass products
looking for eyes admiring them
Vanity is the god to kill.
I can’t see any Demons in thee.
Where are the beasts and the lone wolves?
Misanthropes looking for eyes admiring them
I can’t see any Demons in thee.
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Cor
06:03
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Crowned by yourself
when you killed your culture.
Now you’re declaring war against yourself.
Victorious is he who learn to die.
Throw your heart to the flames and wreak an endless havoc!
Now your mind is silent and the abyss wrapped up your heart.
There's no other beast but the one inside these walls
made by blood and thoughts.
Le cœur est noir: la bête commande
Le cœur est noir: la guerre commence
Le cœur est noir: tu es vivant
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