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Demiurg: "The Hate Chamber" – 2008

энциклопедия: Demiurg

Состав группы:

  • Johan Berglund – бас
  • Ed Warby – ударные
  • Dan Swanö – гитара, клавишные
  • Roger "Rogga" Johansson – вокал, гитара
  • Pär Johansson – вокал

Demiurg: "The Hate Chamber" – 2008

Композиции:

  1. Resurrecting The Rotting (Flesh Festival Pt. II)
  2. Cremated Lie The Day
  3. The Terror Before Sleep
  4. Wolves At The Gates
  5. The Apocalyptic
  6. World Destroyer
  7. The Convulse Meridian
  8. Dawn Dusk Delusion
  9. Opus Morbidity (City Of Ib Pt. III)
  10. Cult Of Dagon

Лирика

1. Resurrecting The Rotting (Flesh Festival Pt. II)

Once again crawling from below creatures from aeons past unwilling to die and rot
Away cradled by the soil awaiting a time for return they never died at all you can not
Kill what eternal lies so succumb to their filth resurrecting the rotting the festival
Of the dead summoned to the festival a mystic drawing of the flesh memories
Forgotten now arise a need to join the ancient ones swept away by the tide was it all
Just a dream deep within lies the knowledge that they will come again they will come
I again to rule a reign of rotten wealth the summoning was too late the celestial cycle
(gone too far slumbering still and waiting eagerly for the time of ancient reign
Resurrecting the rotting the festival of the dead

2. Cremated Lie The Day

As the day turns old and dusk finds its way we linger through we shudder from the coming cold only ashes remain from
what we created this day such dark we've never known like this growing vast a wave of steaming sick reaching deep
inside us and then it came to wreak its havoc that which live for pain and cremates the day only ashes remain from what
we created this day only lingering shreds around us to keep the emptiness away and yet another morning comes but hope
is shallow at the end of this way cremated lies the day as the day turns old and dusk finds its way we linger through
we shudder from the coming cold and then it came to wreak havoc that which live for pain and cremates the day only
ashes remain from what we created this day

3. The Terror Before Sleep

In need of relief a soul plagued by withering always the same refrain life equals pain we all need the rest to soothe
our breaking bones we need it all so well on our march towards death do not wake up no more you are still asleep in
cradling arms no need to wake and seek the terror before sleep dreams of a meaning infest our death ascension the
sickening of the waking cuts our souls to shreds no need to breathe no need to keep up this charade in need of an end
dying to sleep in the grave in need of relief a soul plagued by withering always the same refrain life equals pain we
all need the rest to soothe our breaking bones we need it all so well on our march towards death

4. Wolves At The Gates

No more days of ignorance in a place tying its own noose the end has come to be so burn away among the debris in a
world that is dead wolves are here and at the gates the masters shudder in their disarray the beast is here to feed, in
this place of disgust nail yourself to your pain in a world of burning crosses slowly the end now comes to be so burn
away among the debris in a world that is dead wolves are here and at the gates the masters shudder in their disarray
the beast is here to feed in this place of disgust a world without struggle will never come lodged inside your being
the knowledge that this is death a world without pain will never come eating into your being the knowledge that death
will win no more days of ignorance in a place tying its own noose the end has come to be so burn away among the debris

5. The Apocalyptic

To hate it when it's all the same to embrace it when change is no insane life caught in a frame feeding dying waiting
for nothing just to breed this sickness must be the purpose to engorge the foul is the only way to crawl when inside
the hate chamber there is no turning back all is not yet all is death there dwells no life all is death the apocalyptic
to hate it when it's all the same to embrace it when change is not insane life caught in a frame feeding dying waiting
for nothing just to breed this sickness must be the purpose to engorge the foul is the only way to crawl when inside
the hate chamber there is no turning back all is not yet all is death there dwells no life as all is dead never evolve
only regress fester this punishing place never weaken only detest fester this life of hate repressed the apocalyptic
comes it comes to feed you must feed it feed it and it feeds you

6. World Destroyer

Awakening of the dormant those who slumber through aeons vast evisceration of the hollow from nothing now the end
crawls forth a burning conqueror now has risen the pit of souls in torment filled now to its brim a flood of emptiness
to embrace this realm spewed forth to annihilate the world destroyer awakening of the formant those who slumber through
aeons vast evisceration of the hollow from nothing now the end crawls forth hordes of locust cover every planet the
feeding escalates until all life is scorched the army of maggots slither down existence seeping into every orifice to
devour the world destroyer another planet to devour enter armageddon as all lifesblood now turn sour a flood of
emptiness to embrace this realm spewed forth to annihilate the world destroyer

7. The Convulse Meridian

Since aeons written down since ages held as law to be the line where man resides the border of infinity the convulse
meridian as we slowly fall into oblivion where no memories remain we grasp for the unknowable the convulse meridian and
then comes the end swallow hard and die there is no realm to flee to our end is final suck the sick and enter death no
beauty in dying only pouring filth and foul breath death breathes upon your life every living day the convulse meridian
and then comes the end no use in remembering no cenotaph no rusting cross just flesh turning sour just flesh that turns
to pus the convulse meridian and then comes the end

8. Dawn Dusk Delusion

Morbid dreams of the end a drug for the masses feeding the massive hole that grows inside the collective soul mouths
wide open to swallow to gorge on breeding lies eat the mat of spew undying choke and die on the spew of life these days
are all the same enter stupidity and be void of blame the age the putrid sick humanity suckling the teat of death inane
insane and ready to die another day of flesh on the pyres crawl towards your pit of rot and revel in your dying dawn
dusk delusion inane insane and ready to die another day of flesh on the pyres dawn dusk delusion mouths wide open to
swallow to gorge on breeding lies eat the meat of spew undying choke and die on the spew of life morbid dreams of the
end a drug for the masses feeding the massive hole that grows inside the collective soul

9. Opus Morbidity (City Of Ib Pt. III)

That place was so sickening their ways so morbid they crawled and breed in their city of ib what other could be their
purpose than to spew forth filth and crawl and breed in their city of ib they said so much yet nothing lingered words
crippled by their mouths those feeble sacks of not even flesh they must be slain to ensure the creed of man slay their
putrid agendas we must now burn away their lies in the city of ib now arose opus morbidity that place was utter filth
its ways led straight doom they conjured but lies in their city of ib and they screamed so much as they burned away
their lies like acid tongues upon our dying flesh they tried to bargain to ensure their filthy creed but as they
slaughter began it would never end the lingering serpent told us so that we could never let them go

10. Cult Of Dagon

Why should we live like this no fish these unforgiving waters years of drying and dying and then came gold the priest
screams bloody murder he must be sick not us why deny his creed all this why refuse us life cut him down and sacrifice
his bleeding flesh dagon needs the blood to bring the flood and amidst the metamorphosis all that mattered before now
died no matter what the sea provides the journey changed its course the quest to be one with the deep now is all that
matters still to enter the eternal abyss and to be forever all those who oppose must die they die for dagon and the
tide brings prosperity as the putrid suffer cut him down and sacrifice his bleeding flesh dagon needs the blood to
bring the flood brought before the throne of the abyss to be judged and punished flesh for the beast of the depths a
sacrifice of human breed brought before the flesh of the beast to digest the utter knowledge though in human form you
are the spawn of dagon why should we live like this no fish in these unforgiving waters years of drying and dying and
then came gold upon the shores of hardship both fish and gold now linger why should we refuse this wealth bound now for
utter hell

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