Advent Sorrow - Spearhead

This is the future.
The marching of warriors.
Those on the flanks.
To the tip of the spear.

The black sun above us.
A total eclipse.
The marching of warriors.
With fists raised high.
Return the colloseum
And the Emperor held high.
To lead us forward.
Into the fray.

Tall buildings crumble.
The failing modern world.
The sickly students
And the faulty system.
The black sun above us.
Our flags and weapons.
The great symbol.
The flaming chorus.
With fists raised high.
For a new Caesar.
The marching of warriors.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.

The black sun above us.
With fists raised high.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.
The black sun above us.
With fists raised high.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.

And we were waiting
For something that would never be.
A time and place not real.
The hope kept us from stepping from the edge.

And the wind would howl.
Cold gusts would keep us wake.
The stars would watch from above
and we let ourselves dream.
We would bathe in the sun
And kneel before Nature.
We would ask for her to keep us forever.
And those who kept the forests
Would keep us from being alone.

And we were waiting
For something that would never be.
She felt us leaving.
And the weight was lifted.

The sky was falling
And men fled to the depths.
Waiting for scars to heal.
And hands grasping one another.

And we were waiting
For something that would never be.
A place that we did not deserve.
We chose to step from the edge.
We chose death.
And she thanked us.

Brighter than the final funeral flames.
It is bitter cold and black is the night.
Brighter than the final funeral flames.
It is steeped in creeping light and is bitter cold.

The bullet crown for severed heads.
Fitted for this age of suffering.
Placed on the tyrant king instead.
Whom leads us screaming.

Endless animal holocaust,
To fill disgusting mouths.
Too weak to stand against,
But we convince ourselves are men.

The Kali Yuga Crown,
Upon my shoulders.
In greed we drown.

The Kali Yuga Crown.

Iron rusting in contorted heaps.
Concrete walls stained and bleached.
Xyklon fumes fill the place.
Genocide of the highest degree.

Am Ende der Gezeiten
stieren Fratzen aus Äonen
auf das Seelenwrack aus Vergangenheiten,
und es flüstern geschundene Dämonen:
„Im Tod, da wartet neues Leid“

A stench that consumes grace.
You are flesh without bone.
The best thing you could do
is rot and feed the worms.

Rot and feed the worms!

A stench that consumes grace.
You are flesh without bone.
The best thing you could do
is rot and feed the worms.

You fear the cold at last?
Feel the still flaking, crooked arms.
I’ll puke myself dry.

And such flaming light has fallen,
from heavens to earth.
So feel the tremble below.
Forever.

And down below howls, so far below.

A fucking calling; hear the screaming?
With wounds stretching all the world.
Crawling deeper through the hole.

Writhing in fear.
This place, brings us suffering
and I’ve become one last man,
to heal the wounded scars.

We are fools and we are so wrong.
Selfish, cowards. Pulling from all.
I can’t breath and wake up, no one stares up.
Calling and weeping for the stars.

Murder, torture. Pestilence so freeing.
Call to me and sacrifice yourself
and flee into the stars.

Among the ruins I stand.
Beneath the quivering moon.
Brothers march weapon in hand.
To claim this new world in ashes.
Superior men and women
Driven by hate for weakness.
The scent of kerosene.
Flaming bottles and flickknives.

They would take everything from us.
And leave us to wither away.
Erase the past and present.
and flood the streets with rats.

I'm as sharp as I ever have been
Strong from the shaft
To the tip of the spear's head.

Strong from the shaft
To the tip of the spear's head.

And together storm
the streets in a rage.
With the scent of kerosene.
With flaming bottles and flickknives.

And together storm
the streets in a rage.
With the scent of kerosene.
With flaming bottles and flickknives.

On this grand day, see us laughing.
We sing this song for victory.
'Verminblood will mark my weapon'
They'll forget slaughtered lives.
We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive.

Together we'll trample a thousand people; how they've treated us.
Victory, they fall back northern.
Dead, wounded and fucked.
Fall in line and dig the graves on mass again.
Throw in those at fault.
Hope the slaughter begins again.
Leave the wounded for us.

Choke on fog and reach for us.
And feel the taste of sharpened steel.
Scream for death if you have had enough.
Can you see me laughing? Dancing?
The dance of death.

See now, we slaughter the wounded.
and the weeping vermin.
The feeling we get is wonderful.
The sound of silence for us all.

On this grand day, singing and laughing.
We sing this song for victory.
'Verminblood will mark my weapon'
They'll forget slaughtered lives.
We shall sing 'verminblood', and none survive.

Flame cannot shine here.
As the sun has no light left to give.
But the embers will glow
As men stand upon the ruins.

Truth is the only true fire.
Rising in glory and faith.
In a world of degredation
and filled with weakness.

And those whom spit falseness from the cowering shadow.
Are first to be burnt by the glorious light.

Word is the great weapon.

Flame cannot shine here.
As the sun has no light left to give.
But the embers will glow
As men stand upon the ruins.

Wolves still stalk. The cruel concieved
and I dig in my flesh; with conviction.
Old tongues helps define the torture.
All of us; sharpen the nail driving deeper under fingers.

Oh god it hurts. Hollowing dirty, seething cuts.
Cruelty hightened, for it's needed.
They bring in wheezing cunts to help them.
Moving around in blood.
We've seen death without blinking.

You make me sick and there is one thing that I am left to do.
Surely standing on your throat.
Pressing down, hear you choke.
Wheezing, struggling without air.
Wipe my boot, polish it from all of your teeth marks.
Struggling for so long, with conviction.

I stand before the fight and see a sight of shrinking dicks.
The call for war begins with the sound of forsaken trumpets.
The wounded pass their weapons on to the others.
We let the bullets loose and they won't be seen ever again.

Hear this creature, hear this right.
When this morning cometh,
We bring skeletons of the weak.
...and those hearts are freed.
They lust the modern world.
Murder, vengeance, gold.
They forget what the gods had given.
...and the bombs are freed.

Hear this creature, hear this right.
When this morning cometh,
We bring skeletons of the weak.
...and those hearts are freed.
They lust the modern world.
Murder, vengeance, gold.
They forget what the gods had given.
...their search has come to late.

With this weapon in my hand,
I reclaim the land,
And with blood in the dirt.
After fire comes rebirth.
With this weapon in my hand,
I reclaim the land,
And with blood in the dirt.
After fire comes rebirth.

With this wolf stood, feel its bite.
When this world collapses,
We'll raise totems for the dead.
...and those lost are freed.
They've lost hold the world.
Suffer, torture and no breath.
They forget what the gods had given.
...and the bombs are freed.

With this weapon in my hand,
I reclaim the land,
And with blood in the dirt.
After fire comes rebirth.
With this weapon in my hand,
I reclaim the land,
And with blood in the dirt.
After fire comes rebirth.