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Another lame night, I swallow booze under the moonlight rays,
Another lost, another pissed off day, in this human filth I lay.
So meet the damned and crawl in the mud, with that fucking rage
That gnaws the future and virtuous dawn edge.
Are you so cold as my dead bride is lying there ?
Are you fearing the way I creep ?
So long the dread, do you still think I can extract the hope ?
A bottomless well, I drown, are you so blind to cope ?
Another blow, I would not feel the knot tightens,
Or the blade that slices, no matter, I'm far away then.
Are you so cold as my dead bride is lying there ?
Are you fearing the way I creep ?
I swear, I've tried, cause I'm a creep, I've failed harder.
So swallow the void and fill the absence by the sound of a trigger.
I shall be with her at last, and the two-faced walk of the nameless pack Will come and feign the grief, and a endless lack.
Are you so cold as my dead bride is lying there ?
Are you fearing the way I creep ?
No more lame night to swallow booze under the moonlight rays,
No more lost, and pissed off day. In this human filth you lay.
So come on now, just swallow more and join the dance,
A dose to boost your flight into a tragic reverence.
Are you so cold as my dead bride is lying there ?
Are you fearing the way I creep ?
So hear the call, the claim from the deeper of your soul.
The frozen breath of death speeding up your fall.
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The Aeons Cult
02:55
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I wrote the bleedings you host.
Inquisitive, you lost.
To the slumber hues and the aeons caste,
The shadows as asunder blast.
Blind, not.
I foresee decay,
The rumbling urging from earth.
Alpha terror rebirth.
All hails the wrath of past,
A claim as an insult.
I ride waves of filth and scum
For the aeons cult.
The purge and emerge.
Swallowing leaders by fear.
Stun the crowds so loud,
and bind them to tears.
Crawl.
AEONS AEONS AEONS...
All hails the wrath of past,
A claim as an insult.
I ride waves of filth and scum
For the aeons cult.
AEONS CULT.
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Predation
03:23
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Dry lands above the beliefs.
Scum tribes crawling the cliff.
Foil, the hunters trace the night.
The sweat, the blood and the fear.
As lore of woods,
The slicer seeks your breath, you fool.
A sadden prey,
Welcome into predation.
Do you feel the fear of the cattle,
Fallen for your joy and your lust ?
The chopper on the throat, and the breath so short.
Welcome into predation.
As charming swine you tease.
The tickling of knives on your knees.
Run, hide, cute piggies.
A big bad wolf will catch you at ease.
As lore of woods,
The slicer seeks your breath, you fool.
A sadden prey,
Welcome into predation.
Do you feel the fear of the cattle,
Fallen for your joy and your lust ?
The chopper on the throat, and the breath so short.
Welcome into predation.
As lore of woods,
The slicer seeks your breath, you fool.
A sadden prey,
Welcome into predation...
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Spasmodic
03:15
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Every awkward screaming slut
Every pain and every scum
Are a cancer gnawing your spine.
Feeding upon souls and breeding crimes.
I, the swamp thing crawling down the floor of this sick asylum.
I digged some graves in the furrows of the filthy paths.
Wretched arms clutched the rotten shroud on my flesh.
Screams scattered the dermis of hungry buboes,
which gleamed through time.
I hear, the clamor, the fear. I hear, the clamor and the fear
And the fury fade.
And a divine light,
Illuminates the bodies in part.
With a single incendiary blast,
I extinguish souls, and end life.
I, the swamp thing crawling down the floor of this sick asylum...
A spasm corrupts the calm,
In a chaotic revolution.
Their spasmodic worship,
Will dry the sap from the earth to skies.
The paths of nothingness, their spasmodic worship
sets up armies before me.
The echoes of a song resound like a storm, and I tremble with terror.
The moon threatens to collapse upon
necropolis of lust that shatter the ground.
Their reign will be my end, the great extinction
they all awaited, the final blast.
And a divine light, A spasm corrupts the calm, Extinguish souls, end life.
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5. |
As Kings Upon The Ashes
04:28
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Through the oppressive din of a kingdom on the decline.
The cattle contemplate the whip that will tame them.
From the winding of a soulless den, or a despair shrine
The howls of free men resound as shattered claim.
The bitter sighs of the starving suffocated the pain
From the oppressed ghosts highly martyrized in their flesh.
Looking at them with mistrust, scorn oozed by hate,
They were no more than kings reigning on ashes.
Hurl !
Roar !
Retain them
as kings upon the ashes.
Roar !
Greed and slur, Speed the urge, Civil war, Haunting more.
Seek and torn, Battle horns. Salt on sores, Spit and sworn. X2
Retain them
as kings upon the ashes.
Roar !
Through the oppressive din of a kingdom on the decline.
The cattle contemplate the whip that will tame them.
From the winding of a soulless den, or a despair shrine
The howls of free men resound as shattered claim.
The bitter sighs of the starving suffocated the pain
From the oppressed ghosts highly martyrized in their flesh.
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Slicer Angoulême, France
Fondé fin 2011 par Raph à la guitare et Alex à la batterie, Thomas à la guitare, Yohann à la basse et Jordy au chant. A
partir de 2015 la formation resta en stand-by durant plusieurs mois. En 2017 le groupe se reforme avec un nouveau line up :
Serge : Chant
Raphaël : Guitares
Thomas : Guitares
Yohann : Basse
Elie (Rytual) : Batterie
Le groupe décida de se séparer en Novembre 2017
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