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Beasts of fire, we are hyena

Hunger of lust, flesh and scorn
Our horrid wasteland, our horrid hole
Defying the laws of life and beyond
We’ll never

Numb my mind with silence
The screams and muttered voices
Betrayed by ones we trust
Destroyed by ones we've loved

What disease clouds the mind
That

What Hell Can Create

Sodom

Code Red/Ich Glaub Nicht an Den...

2006

your rebirth
It's just a battleground
For dissapointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate
That's what hell can create

The laughter of the useless

You take me down
Blow by blow
I'm nothing, no one

How I beloved my crown of thorns

Begetter of my blood
Harbinger of my fear

An impressive cruelty

sleep
Beyond dreams
Beyond schemes
Beyond jealousy
Beyond fear
Beyond form
Beyond scorn
Beyond vanity
We are, we are...

And we fall or we rise by

Music of whispering trees
Hushed by the broad-winged breeze
Where shaken water gleams
And evening radiance falling
With reedy bird-notes calling
O

Invocating feral whores
Of ill repute

Invocation
Annihilation

Sinful women
Writhing flesh
Earning scorn of
God's rebuke

Decimation of congregation
Spells

kingdom get to expand.
She dreams she’s out,
But her heart is dead.
Things have been heavy for the brain.
Big towns scorn the clock.
Fallen leaves disguise

Immolation
Hung from branches formed by scorn and set ablaze for all to see

See me walk...
I'm a blasphemy
Made not by god
But the power of his name i live

Look into my eyes
Empty and hollow...
What you see
Is my unholy soul

Tasing
Dying gurgles glut their bloodlust
Seasons of scorn and derision
Freed by their actions

(Chinese part)

to keep it, 
I´m gonna lead you into the scorn. 

 
Rise and praise, 
The napalm revolution, 
Burn down, 
By the pride and the corruption. 
 

When I bring

Oh, bright son of destiny
Bringer of light in this darkness
Beautiful prince
Now take my hand again
Forever tied by the thread of our fate
Now,

with spilt blood
Cursed blade. Deaths touch

Piece by piece
Toward anvil and heat
Wounds start to mend
My reign begins

The fires rise
My hammer strikes

to lead her, to guide her
Now I'm alone painted by the color of scorn

And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I've thrown

Riding out on the day of reckoning
The youngest of potential kings
Ready to take my place at the throne
Ready to take my place by force.  Ride forth

Stare in this silver chamber, entangled in translucent cords. Graced by this egged spirit. In alchemic sedation.

Awakening without skin, with

One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken

Emotions distorted by the therapy of pain

Medical debauchment
In the name of sanity

Methods of torture and psychiatric humiliation
Humans considered

by crosses and crescent moons
Oppose those forces with dragons runes
In Lead inscribed, between my eyes
Raise the mighty force inside
Helm of Awe

Rock Stone

Capleton

Revelation, Pt. 2: The Fruit of Life

2016

the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier

woman's hard to find, to come by these days
And I know the looks of urge and scorn
And I know the role I'm meant to play
The role of the other woman
Who

may come 
all these emotions
where have they gone 

silences between us 
have solidified as scorn
for every xmas rose we had
the heart has grown a thorn

Blank familiar look in your eye
As cellophane daisies pass you by
So unlike you
To be wasting away
Heartbroken ever since the day
The jaguar took it