Posthumous Blasphemer - Fracture The Worship lyrics
Tracks 02. Sermons Of Enthralment
03. Remains Devouring Consciousness 04. Flagellation For Rescue 05. Doomed Flesh Tortures 06. Inconsistent Doctrine Of Expiation 07. Disfigured Faces Of Pontifexes 08. Poisonous Сompassion 02. Sermons Of Enthralment Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
The enemy unseen under the mask of virtue
Conceals his loathsome goals Of enslaving the Earth the chains of Religion oppressing its victims Taking away everything we value Taking away the will to live Taking away our consciousness Taking away our life Blaming natural intentions as sin Turning one into a puppet of obedience Into a zombie of parable and commandment Taking away the will to live The cup is full with offertory The fear absorbs your earnings Life turning into a penal servitude Of the slave working for his cross The result of your work is just fodder For insatiable swine Church addiction is spreading Like a mind-poisoning plague Evangelists preaching inflaming the souls With pity and guilt - The imperceptible fire burning you to ashes Humiliation is a means of your mind's enslaving Taking away everything we value Taking away the will to live Taking away our consciousness Taking away our life Feeling guilty in the world Of weakness and hypocrisy You become a victim Of mass slavery 03. Remains Devouring Consciousness Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Decayed corpses of the canonized
Remains possessing miraculous properties Any body part is the object of unquestioning worship Believers' sacrifices are flown down Credulity as an inexhaustible source of enrichment Relics attract crowds of pilgrims Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse Bring everything to feed greedy monks The miracle with bread was repeated, but it'd been replaced with corpses Jesus Christ's life-giving cross is shattered into chips Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse Bring everything to feed greedy monks Famous saints are dismembered on fine pieces Exhumed skulls and bones are exposed Perverted prejudices direct your actions Main altar collects your conditions Zombified humanoid idolaters Kneel before the decayed drop Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse Bring everything to feed greedy monks Famous saints are dismembered on fine pieces Exhumed skulls and bones are exposed Awful necrocult devouring human consciousness Generating reverential fear before sacred relics Decrepitude reaching the apogee Philosophy of judges of a dead piece of flesh 04. Flagellation For Rescue Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Fanaticism of mad victims of religion
Falling of human reason Influence of mystical absurd Legalized by church dogmas Generation of slavish submission Ineradicable desire to serve and to be humiliated Infinite creeping in a lap Intolerable sufferings in the name of enlightenment Torment yourself with thorns Hold down yourself with iron hoops Admire voluntary sufferers Their god wants to hear intolerable groans of pain Their god wants to contemplate half-dead slaves Which have destroyed their bodies for getting rescued Let the true dogma stick Blackening all parts of your body Deserving reputation of sanctity Owing to terrible tortures Mockeries at your own flesh You become an object of admiration Religious masochism poisons souls You're searching for knowledge in your own pain Insanity of the upset mind Hallucinations of the poisoned brain 05. Doomed Flesh Tortures Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Torture is the weapon of Christ followers:
Endless execution and mockery at the condemned flesh Witch hunting, devil fighting, The banishment of non-existing forms just for pleasure The butchers with crosses in their hands Enjoyed their victims'pleading for mercy Being quartered in the name of God with their eyes out Bones broken and the pieces of flesh pulled off The bones get out their joints cracking Admit your mistakes, hail God! Hair and skin burning in the holy flame The body cauterized by hot iron The louder the cries for help and mercy The hotter the iron gets Approaching your face Until the eyes are boiled Unable to cry anymore, you can just groan in convulsion The butcher pulls pieces of flesh from your thighs Your breast and your calves Are you ready for renunciation and admitting your mistakes? Victim's moan is drowned by the sound Of the clutched arms and legs skin bursting Open wounds meet boiling oil - the tears of Christ Melted lead pouring in the mouth is the final step Of the agony of inhuman sufferings The Christian God got another sacrifice The masters of human fate, devilish experimentators Permissiveness striking by its cruelty God's servants acting with impunity Embodying the hatred towards humanity The bones get out their joints cracking Admit your mistakes, hail God! Hair and skin burning in the holy flame The body cauterized by hot iron Victim's moan is drowned by the sound Of the clutched arms and legs skin bursting 06. Inconsistent Doctrine Of Expiation Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Doctrine of expiation, realization of death
Mind blackout, loss of the creator's image The sacrifice as a payment for the sins of mankind Helplessly suffering on a cross before aggressive crowd Senseless suicide or the way to rescue? Internal contradiction of the idea of self-sacrifice Generates doubts about the opportunity of following it The law after execution - what is its sense, what is its essence? To observe human fidelity to revel in fear Of the flock intimidated to death The law after execution - what is its sense, what is its essence? To laugh at everyone turning a look to heavens They observe the law, but do not find expiation Horrified, wait for the death after which the justice is done Getting away from pleasure, accusing yourself in being unworthy Worshipping crucifixion and icons, praying humiliating prays Eat His flesh, drink His blood - primitive ritual Instilling hope for the eternal life and justification Death and sufferings of God - the inconsistent doctrine of the Trinity It executes and expiates itself before itself The mankind remains the same So what is the sense of the egoistic act? 07. Disfigured Faces Of Pontifexes Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Cut each other holy people
The authority dictates its laws To put on a tiara and to sit down on a throne You'll need a number of perverted methods Poison each other in glorification of god Liquidate the rivals The crown is dirty with the blood of motherfuckers Clergymen breathe the smell of putrefaction Terrible sight is presented Black, disfigured, dropsied corpse Lips and nostrils covered by dark slime The mouth wide open, the tongue swollen with poison The disgusting stench all around That's the payment of the God's slave Living like wild animals In the name of the cross Can help wishing to revenge upon even an already dead opponent To exhume the disfigured corpse and to put it in the dock To chop off all extremities after the verdict if brought in To outrage upon a body and to throw it off in a precipice But once, having come to the throne, you understand That the time will come And undertakers squeeze in your poisoned body to a coffin Tyranny and despotism, bestiality and adultery Violence and incest, sodomy and unpunished murders That's the natural destination of a thorny path Of becoming elite, of becoming the God 08. Poisonous Сompassion Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Religion of compassion, hope of the weak and humiliated
Covered with the most sacred names dominate Nihilistic values decadent values Rule your mind and place you under their command Oppressing action of compassion False feeling giving birth to doubt and weakness Contradiction to the law of development Denying of life, denying of progress Who are you priests? People of some super-breed? Living the pathos called belief You shut your eyes to the incorrigible lie And poison any manifestation of reason Parasitism is the only practice of church Sucking all blood by its sanctity Cross is a sign of all the poisonous, Artful and low This is your weapon and damnation Your world is pure fiction Perverting reality Imagined reasons, Actions, essences Empire divine, judgment and eternal life Who rejects the real life? The one who suffers from it. Good deity, staff for the tired, The savior, the deliverer, god of the weak Embodying the art of self-defilement, the will to lie Is this the way the human ideal should be represented? Parasitism is the only practice of church Sucking all blood by its sanctity Cross is a sign of all the poisonous, Artful and low This is your weapon and damnation Your world is pure fiction Perverting reality Imagined reasons, Actions, essences |