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This Ending - Dead Harvest lyrics



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01. Trace Of Sin

Charge the punch
And make it count
Savour the moment
As their jaws drop to the floor

Finally aware of who's in command
Hunger for power awake
A hunger reversed
Unable to quench its thirst

Now I'm the reaper
Without a trace of sin
Enlightening a dark world
Mirrored from within
Trace of sin

Trace of sin
Trace of sin

Primal urge awakened
Reach the top of the chain
Nothing to hold me back
On each bastard I gain

Put the noose upon them
Let them suffer in shame
Make them wish they never been born
As the mirror's truth stares them back in their eyes

As unsettling inner devastation
As they pray they would die

[Solo: L. Nibrant]

Now I'm the reaper
Without a trace of sin
Enlightening a dark world
Mirrored from within
Trace of sin

I've become the reaper
Not a single trace of sin
When I tear them apart
Hear a silent scream -
As the mirror stares back into their eyes

02. Parasites

Pathetic parasites
Breathing down our necks
Antisocial elite
Useless in a broken society
Fractured minds
With subversive thoughts
Raising the flag
Of mankind's downfall

Sinking further
Sinking deeper
Into aggression
Into depression

Sinking further
Sinking deeper
Into aggression
Into depression

We were supposed to be more
Parasites
Is this where it ends?
We were supposed to want more
Parasites
Is this where we give in?

Growing illness
The red light lit
We all can see it
But ignorance it bliss
Growing weakness
The hour struck
Crawling on us
As all turns black

Deluded prophets
Deluded saints
We deviate
We feed on hate

Deluded prophets
Deluded saints
We deviate
We feed on hate

We were supposed to be more
Parasites
Is this where it ends?
We were supposed to want more
Parasites
Is this where we give in?

[Solo: L. Nirbant]

I see mouthing
Unable to comprehend
Is this the language of the dead?
I see movements
But no patterns
I shift focus
Onto madness

We were supposed to be more
Parasites
Is this where it ends?
We were supposed to want more
Parasites
Is this where we give in?

Parasites
Parasites
Parasites
Is this where it ends?

03. Machinery

Strapped down
Bled dry
Veins on the verge of collapse
Heart rate at max
Infused with artificial fuel

Electric pulse
Beating hard
Earse to improve
Build a new you

When all ends meet
When all ends connect
Pray you're not weak
Pray you're not fearful

Drained of lifelust
Transcend into a useless device
Twisted mechanics
Leaving you a skeleton of rust

Hellish vision
Of progression
Open eyes
See only regression

When all ends meet
When all ends connect
Pray you're not weak
Pray you're not fearful

When all ends meet
Be part of the grey machinery
When all ends connect
Be part of the grey machinery

[Solo: L. Pignon]

When all ends meet
When all ends connect
Pray you're not weak
Pray you're not fearful

When all ends meet
Be part of the grey machinery
When all ends connect
Be part of the grey machinery

Each step forward two steps back
Guinea pigs in the name of coming man

When all ends meet
Be part of the grey machinery
When all ends connect
Be part of the grey machinery

[Solo: L. Pignon]

When all ends meet
When all ends meet

04. Instigator Of Dead Flesh

Afflicted progeny of despair
You are alone now
Once re-born in fire and resolve
Now facing death

Dead flesh
You must kill to survive
Dead flesh
All is lost but the will to stay alive

Instigator of dead flesh
Driven by fear
Instigator of dead flesh
Surrounded by hate
Instigator of dead flesh
The end draws near
Instigator of dead flesh
Time to annihilate

The hymn of ideals and morale
Now washed away with blood
Righteous spirit and a heart of stone
Suffocated by the reek of death

Dead flesh
You must kill to survive
Dead flesh
All is lost but the will to stay alive

Instigator of dead flesh
Commit to atrocity
Instigator of dead flesh
Shed your illusion
Instigator of dead flesh
Iteration of destruction
Instigator of dead flesh
Save your life or your soul

[Solo: L. Nirbant]
[Solo: L. Pignon]

Dead mans blood
Washed away but stains forever
Set in stone, corrupted soul
A killer you have become

Instigator of dead flesh
Driven by fear
Instigator of dead flesh
Surrounded by hate
Instigator of dead flesh
The end draws near
Instigator of dead flesh
Time to annihilate

Instigator of dead flesh
Dead eyes
Instigator of dead flesh
Dead heart
Instigator of dead flesh
Dead soul
Instigator of dead flesh
Dead alive

05. Dellusionists

Twisted words
Spreads a fire so intense
A fire within - without sense
Starting movements -
That darkens sight
Code is red - Senses fail

Backstabbing -
Another foul part of this game
Cutting deeper than before
Leaving scars too deep to ignore

This is the cancer of mankind
To abhorrent to be
To this we all are blind
Delussionists - mimicking man

Prepare to be crucified
When no one longer believes
Raving words of lunatics
Dreaded underachievers

Bleeding everything dry
Basking in complacement glory
Bring the misfits down
Hypocrites hailed as prophets

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

This is the cancer of mankind...

Delussionists - mimicking man

This is the cancer of mankind
To abhorrent to be
To this we all are blind
Delussionists - mimicking man

This is the cancer of mankind
To abhorrent to be
To this we all are blind
Delussionists - mimicking man

Pushed off the ledge
To finally drown
In the cancer called mankind
Delussionists unveiled

06. Army Of The Dying Sun

In splendour we progress
This whimsical world
All we consume
And let time progress

Blessed are the blind for they see no evil
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget
Like animals we flee from the flames
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands

There is no goal
Abstract faith our shelter
Spiritual self-medication
And the faithness are lost

Blessed are the blind for they see no evil
Every moment a chance, a chance to forget
Like animals we flee from the flames
Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands

Conducting our own end
With sublime paradox
We are the army
Of the dying sun

Blood loss of an entire people
We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil
There is no hope, our spirit is broken
Choked out by our own hand

Shed no tears for this our demise
We are the makers of this ending
Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide
We are the army of the dying sun

[Solo: L. Pignon]

07. Dead Harvest

Born prophet of the modern ideal
In the name of more, behind the guise of good
With your right hand you weave the illusion
With your left you suffocate the world

Synthetic emotion, tool of your trade

Emotionless machine grinding on
The anthive man celebrates "progress"
Always discontent, never harmony
Innocence suffers your blind greed

Consume, devour, exploit
Reap the dead harvest
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Reap the dead harvest

When everything is exploited
Raped, burned, defiled and sold
All avenues ventured, path trodden
You are still not content

Killing your own humanity
You'll sell your soul with a hollow smile
You brought your own destruction
Paid in full with your life

Always discontent, never harmony
Innocence suffers your blind greed

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Consume, devour, exploit
Reap the dead harvest
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Reap the dead harvest

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Dead
Consume, devour, exploit
Harvest
Dead
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Harvest

Dead
Consume, devour, exploit
Harvest
Dead
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Harvest

Dead harvest
Dead harvest
Dead harvest
Dead harvest

08. Tools Of Demise

Streams of light in the dark
A light - darker than darkness itself
Petrified with nameless fear
Burning in every nerve
Could this - be an illusion
Is this right?

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt

To swallow the shame
Am I - feeding the fire
Burning all in it's way
No place to hide
Left out - Defenceless and senseless
Catatonic state of mind

There is no escape
Only extinction

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
A violent new breed
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Carved by flesh

It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Time to sharpen the tools of demise

Consumed by a sickness so vile
This threat knows no name
Acts of violence put on repeat
Creating a violent new breed
Become the undead - How could this be?
Born from guilt in the harbouring safety of this so called life

Sharpen the tools of demise

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Born from guilt

Sick in mind - Sick in heart
It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Sick in mind - Sick in heart
Time to sharpen the tools of demise

09. Deathtrade

Let me born through bloodshed
Let me be baptised in blood
Force fed from the cradle
Indoctrinate wrong is right

Brokering inferno
I'm first to gain
Brokering inferno
I'm last to bleed

Like a plague divine
Spreading my wings
Master in the art of deathtrade
Overshadowing blood soaked soil
Master in the art of deathtrade

I am the one
For whom you should die
Kiss my hand and abide
You are the one
To swallow my filth
You will do my deeds

Brokering inferno
I'm first to gain
Brokering inferno
I'm last to bleed

Like a plague divine
Spreading my wings
Master in the art of deathtrade
Overshadowing blood soaked soil
Master in the art of deathtrade

Expertise in the art of repressing
Heretics might as well bleed
Expertise in the art of oppressing
To fulfil my need

Like a plague divine
Spreading my wings
Master in the art of deathtrade
Overshadowing blood soaked soil
Master in the art of deathtrade
Deathtrade
Master in the art of...
Master in the art of...
Deathtrade

10. The Asylum

I almost never die
But when I do
Your earth will shake -
Your foundations falter
All breaks down -
To a cold and grey mess
No room for life -
No place for mirth
Dragged down in the quicksand
Of a stale shattered lie

Force fed by the bleakness
Of your presence
Why can't you die - Instead of me?
I see no reason to leave you be
I'll tear apart as you tore me

Join me in my asylum
Created only for you and for me
Join me in my asylum
Here sickest things come to be
Our affliction - your creation

The Asylum - Where madness reigns

Scorched by the touch of the flames
Scorned by the sound of your voice
It burns like the sun in my eyes
I hide in darkness until the moment comes

I will make sure - The time is right
To consecrate
You will be part - Of my new wing
Enclosed in concrete - You'll be king

Tread the road to the asylum
Here death is all but a lie
Tread the road to the asylum
Which no one leaves alive

[Solo: L. Pignon]

Join me in my asylum
Created only for you and for me
Join me in my asylum
Here sickest things come to be
Our affliction - your creation

11. Redeemer

Back stronger than ever
Every inch once dead so alive
Absence of emotion
Delivering absolution

What once was given
Shall now be returned
Growing in the darkest pits
Hidden from the world
An unrivalled ravenous beast
Unleashed to reap revenge
Redeemer is his name -
Your flesh is his to claim

Back stronger than ever
Every inch once dead so alive

Committing atrocities long engineering
Leaving a mark impossible to ignore
A message engraved in flesh
Fed to the mouth of the beast
Eat your own venom from spawn you erected

This is the final call - This ending imminent
An exact revenge - Redemption has arrived

Stronger than ever
Tools of your demise
Sharped to perfection
Engraving a message in flesh

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

Redeemer - He is
Redeemer - Your flesh

Buried in scars - Drowning in filth
Surfacing demon
No holding back - No restrains left
Become redeemer - My time has come
Piece by piece - Pound for pound
Exact revenge - Nightmare alive
Fuelled by the sounds of agony
I am redeemer - Your flesh is mine

This is the final call - This ending imminent

Redeemer

12. First Blood

To devour at first sight
To saturate lust
To draw first blood

In the wake of darkness
I am to rise
To become the fear
I've always carried

Triumphant my heart stood still
I've eluded misery at least for now
No time to waste I am to strike

To devour at first sight
To saturate lust
To draw first blood
To disintergrate
To dissect and infect

Now I'm the hunter
Seeking out pray

To draw first blood

Spreading virus the shadowhunt is on
Paranoia - ingenious infection
Indiscriminately taking effect

[Solo: L. Nirbrant]

We are the virus
We are the game
A perfected cycle
With only one aim
To begin over and over again

We are the virus
We are the game

No I'm the hunted
Seeking out mercy

To draw first blood

To devour at first sight
To saturate lust
To draw first blood
To disintergrate
To dissect and infect