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anNihil[N]ation lyrics by Wrathage

1. Entering

2. Before The Monumental Beast

Deprived and hated scraps A slumber of intoxicated saints that were delivered into vacuums arms With great pleasure Evil came to show the way to the cliff Cruel and unpleasant story of life bound to treasured agony Virtues born from a pipeful of dreams A goat smiled back to me Was death to you a relief? Sons of darkness had no christ A mass at the final sunset We wawed farewell to a white way of deceit Serpents desire and lustful eyes I danced with the goat Dreamer is no longer passive Dreamer is no longer dead I knew it all Before the monumental beast Cold pain was just memory (at the gates) Do they know their death by name? Destruction passed by my eyes Their kingdoms were forgotten Those who fall beneath us are denied Hail to the black and obvious Light can?t fuck you dead A shelter for the wrath I walked the fields to step on every flower. I did things of ignorance though I knew Pencils grow in hands that don?t fumble A masquerade in empty statements Almighty emptiness See your triumph as a fall My eyes do gleam Drawn to hatred Agony supreme Call the defiance, call the lust Make me joyous As night falls Glory and hope Under the horns Gleaming black wings Escape the real You know how As night falls I can dream again There?s no dawn Let me in Darkness is as real Call it home As night falls...

3. Hellworlds

Through a plateau myriad The structures reach Like a transdimensional plague Something we never did confront But stand affected A grand sewer that swallowed Our race aeons ago We reflect it?s grandeur While fading Into that darkness We reflect it?s grandeur While fading Into the downward spiral The deep end of the structure The fourth quarter of impatience As our worlds are infected Like we weren?t parasites ourselves Through a myriad worlds of hell The conclusion is sent As an act of mercy Or in disgust We are impatient to receive ?Hellworlds, a bowl of black i bathe and baptize Is it enough to enter the hellworlds, to extinction Heroism is cowardice, your virtues your demise Rotting and a half, Battle army of flame molded giants Endless harm, revelation of an apocalypse Above i see the old man, and above i see the horns Hell is here, and you´d rather be somewhere else The downward spiral, rather tempting?

4. Terra Limbo

Happy, happy execution, Misanthropy At the outer limits, cold hate storage floor AnNihil(N)ation, worthy a Painking that forged a vivid plague to resound it´s right-wing shell So pure a hell, some rotting fuse extract Rage leads, onwards, cry out dead names From an onset lost, pleasures lead to pain By all means sane, my art is to grow, -alone Here, a desert glowing things Here, a well deep and dark Rotting fuse extract slime, the pain-remedy until I die, this is a confused mile Grey pillows, a planket soaked in clear water hardly a nightmare, so real Cold almost shallow, I´m full of vacant space Out there the devils lurk Here, a desert glowing things Here, a well deep and dark Here, the crippled wings flap Pain drippings, pure gold the thing is not to crawl, defy the source of rot Pain intelligence, the stench of this supreme My eyes with a twisted smile, high occupying this subterranean asylum, below soulsick, I rent my core for his horns Hell is golden, yeah!

5. Death

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