OMNICIDE LYRICS

1. Introducing...

2. Omnicide

We are the ones who act in darkness
The ones who are denied
We are the necessary evil
Omnicide!

We are the price for your existence
The cause for your demise
We stand in line to reign in chaos
Omnicide!

All the years we tried to warn you
You just ignored the signs
We clench our fists to serve up justice
Your sentence will arrive

For this shall be the cleansing
For this will end all life
We’ll bring a new beginning
We will bring back the light

We are the ones who act in darkness
The ones who are denied
We are the necessary evil
Omnicide!

We are the price for your existence
The cause for your demise
We stand in line to reign in chaos
Omnicide!

We are the judges
We speak out retribution
There is no saving you
We will set the constitution

You were given
The chance to speak your own mind
And you failed!

You were able
To question all that lies behind
You failed!

We told you peace
You abused to prepare another war

You had your chance
say goodbye forevermore

We are the ones who act in darkness
The ones who are denied
We are the necessary evil
Omnicide!

We are the price for your existence
The cause for your demise
We stand in line to reign in chaos
Omnicide!

See what you have done!
You’ve all domed yourself
Your so-called success
Will bring you all to hell!

We are the rightuous answer
To all the lies you hide
The casual desaster
Call us Omnicide!

We are Omnicide!
Wave yourself goodbye!

Goodbye!

3. Landmine Marathon

welcome to
the country of
endless despair
the natural
resources
are famine, death and agony

the borders are
endless miles
of deadly landmines
a joyous flight
no overcrowded haven awaits

Landmine marathon
the only way out
Landmine marathon
humans splatter all around

farewell to
the country of
endless despair
say hello
to the road
paved with nearly certain death

the first victim
bursts into
a hail of blood
it falls to earth
as a child gets covered in guts

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resolution
of the conflict
by delivering
death in high-tech

vicarious
genocide
by delivering
smart landmines

thou-sands
dy-ing
death
reigns supreme

approaching the border
the exodus' at end
but deaths hand is still waiting
with bullets as a present

4. Deus Ex Machine Gun

I am gods messenger
bringer of wrath
by my holy machine gun
god is my bullet

I’m a crusader
salvation through murder
by my holy machine gun
God is my bullet

Deus Ex Machine Gun
To cleanse mother earth

behold the metamorphosis
of god into a gun
a divine weapon of
mass-destruction

your atheism
won't save you now
god still decides
over your life

hail his bullets
praise his war
fear his wrath
As I pull the trigger

I Let the bullets fly
deus ex machine gun
in my brain echoes
the sweet sound
of heathens dying

one by one, they bite the dust
I can't help it I must smile
hallelujah
they all have to die

and the glorious
speaks to me
with words so sweet

Chill out my brother
don't make no violence
throw them guns into the dust
and let'em rust
smoke-a some-a weed with-a me
enjoy da live and watch dem girls
shake-a dem bootie, yeah shake-a dem bootie
yeah shake dem bootie,
life can be so peaceful,beautiful if you let it be
so smoke some green and just enjoy

5. All Heroes Must Die

Earth
A place so vile and revolting
still, incarnates of grandeur remain
saving, preserving the world
from its destined downfall
such a benevolent nuisance
those adorable heroes

hero after hero saving human after human life

charity never overcomes lingering torment
solemnly conceals

Hero
You’re a futile relic of archaic times
extending the lifespan of a dying patient
when euthanasia is renowned as gracious
there’s no creation of personal glory

All! Heroes! Must! Die!

All heroes must die
the temporary sense
Of euphoria
Will disappear hence
The hope the spend only prolongs the
inevitable anguish of ages imminent

to save a life said life first has to be held in your clutches
to save a life said life first has to be in hold of in your clutches

All heroes must die
the temporary sense
of elation they bring
only prolongs the inevitable...

to save a life said life first has to be held in your clutches
to save a life said life first has to be in hold of your clutches

6. Something Wicked

If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
(And) If you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Foul is fair - fair is foul,
hovering through fog and filthy air
are thoughts of blood red anger
born of this obscene epiphanic scene

Society (must) have eaten from the insane root, that takes the reason prisoner
to riddle all the wrong answers of what has to be and no to be

We didn’t stop to fear our neighbors
The border stone has never been removed
War all along was what we sought
henceforth An ethic cleansing, at one fell swoop

There are daggers in my words.
The sharper phrased
the nearer bloody

So Come dagger, let me clutch thee,
to venesect the limb of this sick society

By the pricking in my thumbs, something wicked this way...comes

Hell hath no furry than the human condition methinks
Never delivered from evil, mere dagger spells redemption
even though the redeemed doth protest to much

If you prick me I will/do not bleed!
If you tickle me I will/do not laugh!
If you poison me I will/do not die!
As you’ve wronged I shall seek revenge!

Foul is fair - fair is foul,
hovering through fog and filthy air
are thoughts of blood red anger
born of this obscene epiphanic scene

7. To The Bitter End

the calamitous age goes on
we keep on tempting fate
And we will not comprehend
until we meet our bitter end

(the) signs radiate with vigour
but ignored by the plebeians
our end shines a thousand suns bright
with none to behold the sight

the grandest damnation
all by our hands
Pride will be our fall
We will meet in hell

We
pretend
Our end will never come

We
Have failed
To turn the tide around

the grandest damnation
all by our hands
Pride will be our fall
We will meet in hell

so (the) calamity is perfect
Our fate has tempted us
it lets a noble pallor extend as
We (all turn to dust) /(face the bitter end)

The grim reaper only leaves
corpses to defile
For the rats to pick them bleak
as this hell inherits the meek

8. A Finer Venom

the crude venom of the past
the drinking, gambling, brawling, whoring.
Effective,yet so blunt.
Defective, through lacking control
wherefore the blinded palace raises to unleash
new intoxication upon (the) squalid huts.

A new venomous presence

tightening it's grip by losing inherent harshness:
prevent dreaded revolution!
Tame the will that opposes thourgh the mind*
Disperse strange noumenon!
Numb any mind that dares to think!

the same old grey
dawn breaks while a finer venom brews by old recipe:

deceit, guilt,
innocent death
refined with forged meaning,
embedded in a strange reading
not to be decoded by the clueless whom conceit is to be gifted for aeons to come

gently alter the state of mind,
a more tranquil conduct evoked
preserve the corporeal form,
procuring chores once despised
with a new found smile
born out of a torpid mind
benighted by promises
offered in this finer venom

dire apparitions of vital remains flickering before the inner eye: to herd the mindless flock
promises and guidelines for a better life in the hopeful beyond: to enthrall the mindless flock

A new venomous presence

arbitrariness and ambiguity
as a rule intent on rendering hommage
impossible any resistance:
free-will is dissmissed to chain the mindless flock

meaning and matter conjured
onto this mortal coil, acting as the desiderata sense:
impossible any resistance:
free-will is dissmissed to enslave the mindless flock

9. White Roses Under A Blackened Sun

a decrepit scenery lying before my eyes,
withering as the sun's slowly blackening,
day by day. Hanging on the seventh cross,
violent rays sear my skin, bloody sweat is dripping

from forehead to soil. A desolate desert draining mankind

and still white roses firmly bloom despite this cursed sun,
a wreath comely encircling my site of martyrdom.
singular symbol of resistance to the blackened sun
whose torturous shine eating away my anima.

Hope long unmasked as the sly plague (that) it is,

The mind: burst in myriad pieces, not unlike
faerie dust softly blowing away in a gentle breeze.
I embrace this laughter of madness that echoes
through my weakened mind let it be my strength

Beneath this heaven so bleak.
I Subject the mania
to bring clairvoyance
where none is to be expected, so...

I abandon hope, the deceiver
I distrust reason, the belier
I subdue passion, the beguiler

My sore ideals
summon the cynic,
cultivate and harvest his wisdom and strength.
Wretch
my soul
to defy the wretched spawn,
So let the tempest come
let it all just fade away

sacrifice to cleanse a tainted sun. This path,
guided by white roses, may have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat,
but at its end the world will bloom once more.
Never to affect me ever again, for better and worse.

and still white roses firmly bloom despite this cursed sun,
a wreath comely encircling my site of martyrdom.
singular symbol of resistance to the blackened sun
White roses under a black sun

10. Chaos Reigns

Born into absurdia – forced to suffer constantly – the sour nothings whispered by dumb mouths and malevolent liars

Become the witness of the demotion – of all values – as a warmonger grants himself unquestioned absolution

Chaos reigns – no denial (Sile)
choose your path
hold onto your blind hope or embrace
the bitter sweet cynicism

constant lectures on how to - attain global salvation – coincident with the demise of our population

suicide - homicide – genocide – omnicide – time to choose your side – to each their own murder

more – words – for – murder – than – for – peace

Canting saints molesting innocents – is this the way of god?
Armed forces conquering whole nations – is this peace and freedom?
To punished a murderer with death - is this your sense of justice?

this reign of dichotomy – gave birth to chaos
to wallow in prosperity – gave birth to chaos
the pigs call up atrocity – to reign in chaos
we ultimately failed to see – all efforts are in vain
Chaos reigns

11. At The Gates Of Perception

Would you endure a lifetime full of demons
for one angel's sake? Would you devour a saint?
to preserve a fair world full of guilt?
to create something pristine, would you bear horrors maddening?

Standing at the gates of perception – the questions erupt from within:
The answers unheard a flood of words from the nescience spring

what is truth?
What is good?
Is there a hell?
How to tell?
... a flood of words so unstoppable as if it burst from 1:7,11.

Each spawning infinite considerations,
each bearing a measured choice,
each raising the agony of decision.
Gruelling lies the fact that every singular

choice embraced leaves a thousand of its kind to die
miserable, their swansong softly howling through cold nights,
a faint “Nevermore” before passing into silence.
attended by subtle violence

Each dead child spawned from the mind,
is it a martyr for the parents sake, his salvation,
or a victim for naught,
rotting on a path long darkened?

Still, the questions remain the same:

Would you wander on as a whole town burns in the rear?

Would you stray
from the true path
to flee from this gruesome wrath?

Would you reckon that your life was branded by self-deception?
Would you realise when pure truth shines from your perception?
Are you sure that there can be only one answer?
That there’s only one gate to pass

Is it too late
To turn the page?
Was there more than just a single gate?
Now does it bother you?
Are you afraid?
That you can't turn the page...

12. Demons Of Society

Political corectness offends me

Delusion/ nothing else/
is that forbidding words/
will change anything/
on the face of (planet) earth

Not afraid/ to speak out/
the truth veneerd by liars/
even if it makes me/
become a social pariah

political correctness/
such a huge delusion/
a comforting lie/
for the mentally weakened

Even if you could remove/
all words in existence/
you can't possibly/
take away conviction

So what if I say words that you seem to dislike,
if I don't say them it won't change about what’s my mind

I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have created

Some morons still lament/
That I have to martyr/
petty little fools/
(the) source of my departure

I can't conform,
I won't oblige
I still despise
because I...

see the world as it is and it might not be pretty
but too me this is no criteria

So what if I say words that you seem to dislike,
if I don't say them it won't change about what’s my mind

I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have created

semantic crippling/
to pointless rules they cling
where the fool is a king/
the word is disfigured

So what is it you intend to do
with my way of thinking?
Is it enlightment long overdue?
Or the blindfold before the silencing

13. Snowfall

14. Nuclear Winter Wonderland

Listen my friend for I shall bestow the secret of happiness upon you:

no greater joy than the excitement of a wild snowball fight,
no greater cosiness than the warmth of an open fire,
no greater achievement than forced genetic stride

So to fulfil this holy trinity, to inseparably unite them

into oneness, there is, logically, only one way: creation of a

nuclear winter
wonderland, pure bliss
condensed into crystalline white with just a hint of a green tinge.

Just let your inner eye
gaze into this marvellous glance:
Children running (around), whooping, flinging three snowballs at once.

Yet
not everyone
may recognize
that we’re in store for a future so bright

Such a dear sight,
who needs a
Christmas carol
when one can have a fission parol?

Just press that cute little button, such a lovely shade of red, and of you go, the dream comes true, in the end

Snow gently caressing the earth, the dream of every little boy
Snow gently caressing the earth, the children radiate with joy

Yet
not everyone
may recognize
that we’re in store for a future so bright

We should
Ask ourselves
With open eyes
isn't the quest for bliss worth a few million sacrificed?

we will behold the genesis of a paradise:
the nuclear winter wonderland shall arise

Snow gently caressing the earth,
the dream of every girl and boy
Snow gently caressing the earth,
and the children radiate with joy

15. Risen To Ruin

Set the stage for our
ultimate play,
in tribute to
sickening paragons.
Created
in token of hatred,
now enacted,
armageddon attracted

six billion actors,
in rank and file,
rehearsing bygone grudges.
Doom directs this production.

“the fire kindled for your enemy will ultimately burn yourself.”
this wise aphorism fading away
like the laughter of children slaughtered.
All drowned in arising downfall

So sick and tired
Of decency
My pen’s flying
Across the sheet
The venomous creation
Sentences of damnation

out of letters of deliverance.
Sage pages turned to perverse script,
with requisites forged in armouries .
The curtain has risen to ruin.

insidiously laming
their audience mind
parched streams of consciousness
fake feelings of true bliss

reason ad absurdum as we silently observe and nod,
clinging to the performance of the play:
“Necessity before humanity.”
In whom our culture burns. In whom your children burn!

at first it seems
that there's no rest
the blasphemers
fulfilled their quest
but later the
play changes vast
by killing of
the complete cast

In (it's) conclusion fairly lucid:
Everything turns to dust!
But graced with interpretative dualism,
here's how to comprehend this end:

To let one's feelings reign
Will end in tragedy,
But thinking might at last
Restrict the misery

To understand these words
Dark and profane
Will turn this final act
Into a comedy humane

So laugh as the whole world cries out in pain
All in vain
So laugh as the whole world cries out in pain
Just enjoy the end

“As flies to wanton boys
are we to the gods,
They kill us for their sport.”
So why try to struggle

In sight: the end of the road
The (final) destination
The end of the play
Annihilation

“Death smiles at us all
But all a man can do
Is spitefully smile back
Nothing left to prove

So laugh as the whole world cries out in pain
All in vain
So laugh as the whole world cries out in pain
Just enjoy the end







OMNICIDE LYRICS