Acranius - Mercy Denied (2022)
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Группа: Acranius
Альбом: Mercy Denied
Год: 2022
Стиль: Deathcore, Slamming Brutal Death Metal
Тэги: Brutal Deathcore
Страна: Германия
Треклист:
01.
Rule Of Seven
03:35
02.
Despairbound
03:20
03.
Scorn
03:36
04.
No Dignity
03:29
05.
Ruthless
03:38
06.
Still Unconquered
03:18
07.
Mercy Denied
03:42
08.
Crooked Leech
02:42
09.
Feigned Death
03:49
10.
Embittered
03:41
Общее время: 00:34:54
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тексты и переводы
The castle stands upon the mountains peak
With snow that dances by its twisted spires.
The guards collect the homeless and the weak
And guide them to a house with beds and fires.
The men sing thanks and praise their gentle king
For giving them a home as winter swells.
The guards retreat as seven starts to ring
And echoes from the chapels aging bells.
Within the house the liquor starts to flow
The nature of men begins to show
When they demand a royal crown and cloak.
And echoes from the chapels aging bells.
Within the house the liquor starts to flow
The nature of men begins to show
When they demand a royal crown and cloak.
Horizons bend as daylight starts to fall
And stars once timid glisten in the dark.
As flames erupt and breathe a bellowed roar
The waves of orange engulf the men alive.
Their boiled blood expels from every pore;
By order of the court; the leech will not survive.
The burning screams of dying men decay
As all the heat of their destruction thrives.
In breaths of ash the embers fly away;
As ordered by the court; no man within survives. Открыть страницу с текстом
With snow that dances by its twisted spires.
The guards collect the homeless and the weak
And guide them to a house with beds and fires.
The men sing thanks and praise their gentle king
For giving them a home as winter swells.
The guards retreat as seven starts to ring
And echoes from the chapels aging bells.
Within the house the liquor starts to flow
The nature of men begins to show
When they demand a royal crown and cloak.
And echoes from the chapels aging bells.
Within the house the liquor starts to flow
The nature of men begins to show
When they demand a royal crown and cloak.
Horizons bend as daylight starts to fall
And stars once timid glisten in the dark.
As flames erupt and breathe a bellowed roar
The waves of orange engulf the men alive.
Their boiled blood expels from every pore;
By order of the court; the leech will not survive.
The burning screams of dying men decay
As all the heat of their destruction thrives.
In breaths of ash the embers fly away;
As ordered by the court; no man within survives. Открыть страницу с текстом
Winter waits within the stirring skies
In clouds that watch the weak and sick below.
Flake by flake the cold is their demise
Encased in ice six feet beneath the snow.
The breeze becomes a dagger to the skin
As every guest berefts the bones of hope.
The killing walls of judgment day close in
As whistling winds become the hangman and the rope.
The frantic people dress in wools and furs
And beg to live to see the blizzard pass.
Both sheep and wolf despair as winter whirs
And turns their eyes to hollow orbs of glass.
Growing sleet entombs both leaf and limb,
Winter takes the young ones for its own.
A child sees his fingers break from him
And cries before his shattered corpse; alone.
Despairbound
Desperate to survive the storm
Still they die among the other prey
Preserved and relics made of frozen flesh.
A heart will beat itself to death before
It feels the melting drops of winters frost
Release the skin its bite and kiss both tore; Открыть страницу с текстом
In clouds that watch the weak and sick below.
Flake by flake the cold is their demise
Encased in ice six feet beneath the snow.
The breeze becomes a dagger to the skin
As every guest berefts the bones of hope.
The killing walls of judgment day close in
As whistling winds become the hangman and the rope.
The frantic people dress in wools and furs
And beg to live to see the blizzard pass.
Both sheep and wolf despair as winter whirs
And turns their eyes to hollow orbs of glass.
Growing sleet entombs both leaf and limb,
Winter takes the young ones for its own.
A child sees his fingers break from him
And cries before his shattered corpse; alone.
Despairbound
Desperate to survive the storm
Still they die among the other prey
Preserved and relics made of frozen flesh.
A heart will beat itself to death before
It feels the melting drops of winters frost
Release the skin its bite and kiss both tore; Открыть страницу с текстом
A broken man who people never crossed
Once raised a son and kept a troubled wife.
He bore a temper that was often lost
That cost him more than scarred domestic strife.
The day was reaching towards a winding close,
The man and wife were in the house alone;
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone.
He grabbed and pulled and wound her weathered hair,
She clawed the hands in which her life was clenched
As rattled breath cut through the stifled air.
With ease he tied the auburn noose and wrenched.
Her skin turned blue and nose began to bleed,
Her eyes as red as rubies in the light.
Her mouth agape with foam the final plead
The man let go and stared at her in spite.
His hands once strong now trembled at the wrist
As anger fled and truth came into view.
When sadness, guilt and steel entwine they twist
Themselves along his throat and perish too.
A door unlocked and home returned the son
To see his parents swallowed by decay.
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay.
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay.
Embittered by death of all he had.
The day was reaching towards a winding close,
The man and wife were in the house alone;
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone. Открыть страницу с текстом
Once raised a son and kept a troubled wife.
He bore a temper that was often lost
That cost him more than scarred domestic strife.
The day was reaching towards a winding close,
The man and wife were in the house alone;
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone.
He grabbed and pulled and wound her weathered hair,
She clawed the hands in which her life was clenched
As rattled breath cut through the stifled air.
With ease he tied the auburn noose and wrenched.
Her skin turned blue and nose began to bleed,
Her eyes as red as rubies in the light.
Her mouth agape with foam the final plead
The man let go and stared at her in spite.
His hands once strong now trembled at the wrist
As anger fled and truth came into view.
When sadness, guilt and steel entwine they twist
Themselves along his throat and perish too.
A door unlocked and home returned the son
To see his parents swallowed by decay.
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay.
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay.
Embittered by death of all he had.
The day was reaching towards a winding close,
The man and wife were in the house alone;
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone. Открыть страницу с текстом
The crowing bird of death recites its prayer
As serpents slither into ropes around
The hands and feet of men who tremble there
Upon the stake that burns to ashes in the ground.
As those possessed ignite the sacred pyre
Dancing to the symphony of pain,
Crescendos rise and fall within the fire
As molten bodies turn to human rain.
To celebrate the cremation of those
Who in their eyes had led their lives astray,
The stirring sea of chanting men now grows
Into the hungry ocean of dismay.
Despite the flames, their fire disappears
And frigid silence trickles down their backs.
A howling wind berates endangered ears
As charred remains of the deceased repairs its cracks.
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Muscles grow to be as strong as stones
As eyes reform and open with a grin.
Feigned Death
As molten bodies turn to human rain.
Feigned Death
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Muscles grow to be as strong as Открыть страницу с текстом
As serpents slither into ropes around
The hands and feet of men who tremble there
Upon the stake that burns to ashes in the ground.
As those possessed ignite the sacred pyre
Dancing to the symphony of pain,
Crescendos rise and fall within the fire
As molten bodies turn to human rain.
To celebrate the cremation of those
Who in their eyes had led their lives astray,
The stirring sea of chanting men now grows
Into the hungry ocean of dismay.
Despite the flames, their fire disappears
And frigid silence trickles down their backs.
A howling wind berates endangered ears
As charred remains of the deceased repairs its cracks.
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Muscles grow to be as strong as stones
As eyes reform and open with a grin.
Feigned Death
As molten bodies turn to human rain.
Feigned Death
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Flesh once melted rises to its bones
And seals itself in seamless virgin skin.
Muscles grow to be as strong as Открыть страницу с текстом
A thousand men now scream upon their knees,
Confronted with the cost of spoken lies.
With tears they face the queen they failed to please
As blades reflect within the darkness of their eyes.
Mercy denied
They beg and plead and cry for life in death,
To wash away the stains upon their hand.
Their words are just the sounds of wasted breath
They drew to make their falling chests expand.
Traitors meet the law and crown
In the hall where kings have died.
Now with open throats in blood they drown
Mercy denied
Traitors meet the law and crown
In the hall where kings have died.
Now with open throats in blood they drown
Mercy denied
Scarlet rivers swell and run
Where stronger men have cried.
Every echo dies as one
With all mercy denied.
Every echo dies as one
They beg and plead and cry for life in death,
To wash away the stains upon their hand.
A thousand men now scream upon their knees,
Confronted with the cost of spoken lies.
With tears they face the queen they failed to please
As blades reflect within the darkness of their eyes.
Mercy denied.
The corpses rot beyond the kingdoms wall,
A turncoat's fate is one the crowns decide.
They kill the ones who crave to see them fall
With every wish of their mercy denied. Открыть страницу с текстом
Confronted with the cost of spoken lies.
With tears they face the queen they failed to please
As blades reflect within the darkness of their eyes.
Mercy denied
They beg and plead and cry for life in death,
To wash away the stains upon their hand.
Their words are just the sounds of wasted breath
They drew to make their falling chests expand.
Traitors meet the law and crown
In the hall where kings have died.
Now with open throats in blood they drown
Mercy denied
Traitors meet the law and crown
In the hall where kings have died.
Now with open throats in blood they drown
Mercy denied
Scarlet rivers swell and run
Where stronger men have cried.
Every echo dies as one
With all mercy denied.
Every echo dies as one
They beg and plead and cry for life in death,
To wash away the stains upon their hand.
A thousand men now scream upon their knees,
Confronted with the cost of spoken lies.
With tears they face the queen they failed to please
As blades reflect within the darkness of their eyes.
Mercy denied.
The corpses rot beyond the kingdoms wall,
A turncoat's fate is one the crowns decide.
They kill the ones who crave to see them fall
With every wish of their mercy denied. Открыть страницу с текстом
She stands upon the steeples stairs
While men remove her clothes for those who watch in mobs.
This place without a soul who cares
Applauds the girl as she looks up and sobs.
The tears cascade along her sunless face,
And fall beside her bare and bleeding feet.
With every step the pure is torn from grace
While people shout and crush her in the street.
Her skin is torn as bones reduce to dust,
Her name is lost, replaced by “slut” and “whore”.
Accused of theft and judged by those who lust
And long to wrap the world in chains once more.
She pays the price for laws she did not break,
For those in crowns who wish to keep their gold.
Deprived of virtues the world would take
As products of the time that justice sold.
No dignity to cherish,
No honor to be earned.
Solidarity will perish
No dignity to cherish,
Solidarity will perish
While eyes stay blind and turned.
Blind and turned Открыть страницу с текстом
While men remove her clothes for those who watch in mobs.
This place without a soul who cares
Applauds the girl as she looks up and sobs.
The tears cascade along her sunless face,
And fall beside her bare and bleeding feet.
With every step the pure is torn from grace
While people shout and crush her in the street.
Her skin is torn as bones reduce to dust,
Her name is lost, replaced by “slut” and “whore”.
Accused of theft and judged by those who lust
And long to wrap the world in chains once more.
She pays the price for laws she did not break,
For those in crowns who wish to keep their gold.
Deprived of virtues the world would take
As products of the time that justice sold.
No dignity to cherish,
No honor to be earned.
Solidarity will perish
No dignity to cherish,
Solidarity will perish
While eyes stay blind and turned.
Blind and turned Открыть страницу с текстом
Thirst for flesh engulfs his wandered eyes
And drapes his morals in the veil of lust.
The ivory breasts and open, slender thighs
In red lights shake as paying clients thrust.
He covets that which others have worked for
And craves to see success of theirs derailed.
He tempts his jealous violence with an even score
To reign supreme as envy has prevailed.
A hoarder of the finest things on earth
He rapes the land of every stem and seed.
Enveloped by the senselessness of worth
He chokes upon the coffin of his greed.
The man consumes the food he did not grow
And takes from others who are made to starve.
The gluttonous pig with fat and tits to show
The butchers where to wield their knives and carve.
The one who lets the hands of others do
What he himself neglects for selfish gain.
Then plays the sloth that plagues the lives of who
Make up for him and suffer death in vain.
He prides himself above his fellow men
Engulfs his wandered eyes
And drapes his morals in the veil of lust.
The ivory breasts and open, slender thighs
In red lights shake as paying clients thrust.
And so declares to wear the skin of your God. Открыть страницу с текстом
And drapes his morals in the veil of lust.
The ivory breasts and open, slender thighs
In red lights shake as paying clients thrust.
He covets that which others have worked for
And craves to see success of theirs derailed.
He tempts his jealous violence with an even score
To reign supreme as envy has prevailed.
A hoarder of the finest things on earth
He rapes the land of every stem and seed.
Enveloped by the senselessness of worth
He chokes upon the coffin of his greed.
The man consumes the food he did not grow
And takes from others who are made to starve.
The gluttonous pig with fat and tits to show
The butchers where to wield their knives and carve.
The one who lets the hands of others do
What he himself neglects for selfish gain.
Then plays the sloth that plagues the lives of who
Make up for him and suffer death in vain.
He prides himself above his fellow men
Engulfs his wandered eyes
And drapes his morals in the veil of lust.
The ivory breasts and open, slender thighs
In red lights shake as paying clients thrust.
And so declares to wear the skin of your God. Открыть страницу с текстом
As centuries pass there lives a horred breed
Who lurks within the subconscious of man.
A fiend who plants its parasitic seed
Within the blood of every vein it can.
It warps the mind with poison to the soul
And leaves a man to ruin and forlorn
Of everything he knew and could control,
And only then is he to be reborn
With breaking bones contorting as they grow
And muscles twisting into foreign shapes,
A creature spawns with yellow eyes that glow
In hunger through the fog of midnight drapes.
Equipped with instincts made to kill, the feast
Begins beneath the mournful, scarlet moon.
The scent of salt and iron thrills the beast
As mothers of dismembered sons now plead and croon.
The snapping jaws have splintered skulls and limbs
And leave the strongest men in scattered pieces.
Within the pools of death the creature swims
Until the sun relieves the mortal leases.
The tortured bones retract once more into
The human form they are supposed to be.
As consciousness returns with thoughts askew,
The eyes once yellow fade and start to see
The ruthless carnage of their heinous breed,
The ravaged bodies home to ants and flies.
The consequence of the unholy seed
Which plants itself when mercy comes and dies
Equipped with instincts made to kill, the feast
Begins beneath the mournful, scarlet moon.
The scent of salt and iron thrills the beast
As mothers of dismembered sons now plead and croon.
Equipped with instincts made to kill Открыть страницу с текстом
Who lurks within the subconscious of man.
A fiend who plants its parasitic seed
Within the blood of every vein it can.
It warps the mind with poison to the soul
And leaves a man to ruin and forlorn
Of everything he knew and could control,
And only then is he to be reborn
With breaking bones contorting as they grow
And muscles twisting into foreign shapes,
A creature spawns with yellow eyes that glow
In hunger through the fog of midnight drapes.
Equipped with instincts made to kill, the feast
Begins beneath the mournful, scarlet moon.
The scent of salt and iron thrills the beast
As mothers of dismembered sons now plead and croon.
The snapping jaws have splintered skulls and limbs
And leave the strongest men in scattered pieces.
Within the pools of death the creature swims
Until the sun relieves the mortal leases.
The tortured bones retract once more into
The human form they are supposed to be.
As consciousness returns with thoughts askew,
The eyes once yellow fade and start to see
The ruthless carnage of their heinous breed,
The ravaged bodies home to ants and flies.
The consequence of the unholy seed
Which plants itself when mercy comes and dies
Equipped with instincts made to kill, the feast
Begins beneath the mournful, scarlet moon.
The scent of salt and iron thrills the beast
As mothers of dismembered sons now plead and croon.
Equipped with instincts made to kill Открыть страницу с текстом
I begged the men to disappear that night.
I begged them all to leave my girl alone.
I pleaded on my knees and tried to fight
But to the judge, her fate was set in stone.
She looked at me in panic as they fled.
The guards just spat she was accused of theft.
They stripped her naked in the streets of dread
And beat my girl until her soul had left.
When dust turned clear the guards then set me free.
I ran to her and raised her twitching head.
Her emerald eyes still pierced through me
Until I knew my little girl was dead.
I took her from that wretched place of scorn.
Through the crowd, within my arms I carried her.
And dreamt of when her gentle heart was born.
Once at home, I cleaned and dressed and buried her.
They never saw the terror in her face.
They took my girl because they could.
Day and night I wish to take her place
As any other honest father would.
I once believed the gods were meant to serve.
Not some hounds that crave young flesh to take.
They promised safety that we all deserve
And yet the body, mind and soul still break.
The more I age I feel my time is near
And soon, at last, I will join her in rest.
A decade passed and still I hear
The echo of her cracking chest. Открыть страницу с текстом
I begged them all to leave my girl alone.
I pleaded on my knees and tried to fight
But to the judge, her fate was set in stone.
She looked at me in panic as they fled.
The guards just spat she was accused of theft.
They stripped her naked in the streets of dread
And beat my girl until her soul had left.
When dust turned clear the guards then set me free.
I ran to her and raised her twitching head.
Her emerald eyes still pierced through me
Until I knew my little girl was dead.
I took her from that wretched place of scorn.
Through the crowd, within my arms I carried her.
And dreamt of when her gentle heart was born.
Once at home, I cleaned and dressed and buried her.
They never saw the terror in her face.
They took my girl because they could.
Day and night I wish to take her place
As any other honest father would.
I once believed the gods were meant to serve.
Not some hounds that crave young flesh to take.
They promised safety that we all deserve
And yet the body, mind and soul still break.
The more I age I feel my time is near
And soon, at last, I will join her in rest.
A decade passed and still I hear
The echo of her cracking chest. Открыть страницу с текстом
The skies turn red and wolves begin to whine
As knights in black arise upon the hill.
The winds pour ice with malice in its spine.
As time itself resorts to standing still.
The women and their children run inside
While foolish men with folly hearts remain.
The twisted creatures gnash their teeth with pride
And march in sync to where the blood will reign.
The cowards bare their necks and hope their death is quick
While those with honor charge with steel in hand.
The shrieks of men erupt as streams of blood grow thick
Still unconquered
Still unconquered
The severed heads from falling shoulders stare
With vacant eyes to see the price of war.
The women and their children run inside
While foolish men with folly hearts remain.
To see their homes become a grave of mass despair
And cease to live forevermore.
A mother hugs a carcass to her breast
Despite the war that rages on.
Still unconquered
Still unconquered
She hears a phantom heart inside the chest
And so believes his life is not yet gone.
“We need to leave before the beasts attack,
Before they leave us all to rot in heaps!
Please I beg you, wake up son - come back
To me!”
The skies release their scarlet hue
As wolves once more retreat to silence.
The vicious fiends collect the blood they drew
And leave behind a masterpiece of violence.
The vicious fiends collect the blood they drew
And leave behind a masterpiece of violence. Открыть страницу с текстом
As knights in black arise upon the hill.
The winds pour ice with malice in its spine.
As time itself resorts to standing still.
The women and their children run inside
While foolish men with folly hearts remain.
The twisted creatures gnash their teeth with pride
And march in sync to where the blood will reign.
The cowards bare their necks and hope their death is quick
While those with honor charge with steel in hand.
The shrieks of men erupt as streams of blood grow thick
Still unconquered
Still unconquered
The severed heads from falling shoulders stare
With vacant eyes to see the price of war.
The women and their children run inside
While foolish men with folly hearts remain.
To see their homes become a grave of mass despair
And cease to live forevermore.
A mother hugs a carcass to her breast
Despite the war that rages on.
Still unconquered
Still unconquered
She hears a phantom heart inside the chest
And so believes his life is not yet gone.
“We need to leave before the beasts attack,
Before they leave us all to rot in heaps!
Please I beg you, wake up son - come back
To me!”
The skies release their scarlet hue
As wolves once more retreat to silence.
The vicious fiends collect the blood they drew
And leave behind a masterpiece of violence.
The vicious fiends collect the blood they drew
And leave behind a masterpiece of violence. Открыть страницу с текстом
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