ANTZAAT LYRICS

1. Disciples of the Concrete Temple

The flames
At the bottom
Of the concrete temple
Have nearly faded to dust

And Its disciples
Perform
Most obscure
Rituals
To mesmerizing chants

Oh great Father hear our prayers
Oh dark Mother shed your skin
Share your wisdom
With your cursed kin

And as the moon grows colder
I witness the lion swallowing the sun
And in the fog
I see the Path long lost

Oh great Father hear our prayers
Oh dark Mother shed your skin
Share your wisdom
With your cursed kin

2. Rite of the New Dawn

In the fog
In this final moment
In the hour of damnation

By the rite
Of the white gold flower
By the light of the new born dawn

A red star shines
An evil presence
Like a parasite
Gnawing on our minds
Usurping the will
Feeding on the flame
Draining its essence
Polluting the self

I breathe the dust
Of this dreadful place
The slow poisoning

As the dirge
Continues ever onward
We merge with the consciousness
Of the hive mind

Our limbs stretched
Our bones mangled
Obscure deformations
Of our mortal vessels

A body fitted
To serve only one purpose
Fragile flesh molded
To adhere to the omniscient will

The age of flexibility
Brought forth by our own twisted desires
Condemned by those of old
Who predetermined our destiny

3. Circle of Leeches

And he who walks the chasms of the abyss
Is more likely to fall

As its cliffs are steep
And its pits are deep

From the most
Desolate place

The ominous walls are calling
The temple halls are screaming

The bell chimes
As they call forth

The eternal blackness
Home to their terrible father

Swimming on the currents of blackness
Feeding on the streams of unlight

In the eye of the storm
At the heart of darkness

Rooted in the sea of blood
Stand its infernal pillars

Servants clinging to the throne of their long dead masters

A circle of leeches with no
Host to feed on

Entangled by the rotting corpses
Of their dead offspring

Foaming at the mouth at the mere thought of self obtained purpose

They mutilated themselves

4. Hierachy of the Battered

Like the elder abusing the young
Indulged by blind cruelty
Extorting for pure selfish gains
Until all the light in their eyes is extinguished

And if they aren't dead enough
You can always shoot them again
And you have to make them care first
Before you take everything away

For raping an unresisting victim
Is not quite as much fun
Torturing an unrestrained prisoner
Doesn't give quite as much of a kick

It is the ecstasy of the final breath
That truly makes men come alive
The only way is the erasure of the other
And completing the monogamy of ideas

They say machines are cruel
But this is only because their cruelty
Is a mirror of their creators
Living in agony

5. The Black Hand of the Father

By the black hands of the father
The Heralds of Encroaching Darkness
Move like shadows in this pale night
Under the cloak of his dark wings

Drawing upon most deepest hatred
In the well of the soul
Heart and mind

By the black hands of the father
Calling forth a new dawn
Driven by our shared malcontent

I raise the broken sword
And plunge it into the burning heart
Carve the mark of sorrow
And its payment is in flesh

A universal rot
Gnaws on our minds
Radiant madness
The futile pursuit

Like a beaten man
For once in his life
Lapses into
The aberrations

Which you have witnessed
With your peering stained eyes







ANTZAAT LYRICS