This Ending Dead Harvest 1. Trace of Sin Charge the punch And make it count Savour the moment As their jaws drop to the floor Finally aware of who's in command Hunger for power awake A hunger reversed Unable to quench its thirst Now I'm the reaper Without a trace of sin Enlightening a dark world Mirrored from within Trace of sin Trace of sin Trace of sin Primal urge awakened Reach the top of the chain Nothing to hold me back On each bastard I gain Put the noose upon them Let them suffer in shame Make them wish they never been born As the mirror's truth stares them back in their eyes As unsettling inner devastation As they pray they would die [Solo: L. Nibrant] Now I'm the reaper Without a trace of sin Enlightening a dark world Mirrored from within Trace of sin I've become the reaper Not a single trace of sin When I tear them apart Hear a silent scream - As the mirror stares back into their eyes 2. Parasites Pathetic parasites Breathing down our necks Antisocial elite Useless in a broken society Fractured minds With subversive thoughts Raising the flag Of mankind's downfall Sinking further Sinking deeper Into aggression Into depression Sinking further Sinking deeper Into aggression Into depression We were supposed to be more Parasites Is this where it ends? We were supposed to want more Parasites Is this where we give in? Growing illness The red light lit We all can see it But ignorance it bliss Growing weakness The hour struck Crawling on us As all turns black Deluded prophets Deluded saints We deviate We feed on hate Deluded prophets Deluded saints We deviate We feed on hate We were supposed to be more Parasites Is this where it ends? We were supposed to want more Parasites Is this where we give in? [Solo: L. Nirbant] I see mouthing Unable to comprehend Is this the language of the dead? I see movements But no patterns I shift focus Onto madness We were supposed to be more Parasites Is this where it ends? We were supposed to want more Parasites Is this where we give in? Parasites Parasites Parasites Is this where it ends? 3. Machinery Strapped down Bled dry Veins on the verge of collapse Heart rate at max Infused with artificial fuel Electric pulse Beating hard Earse to improve Build a new you When all ends meet When all ends connect Pray you're not weak Pray you're not fearful Drained of lifelust Transcend into a useless device Twisted mechanics Leaving you a skeleton of rust Hellish vision Of progression Open eyes See only regression When all ends meet When all ends connect Pray you're not weak Pray you're not fearful When all ends meet Be part of the grey machinery When all ends connect Be part of the grey machinery [Solo: L. Pignon] When all ends meet When all ends connect Pray you're not weak Pray you're not fearful When all ends meet Be part of the grey machinery When all ends connect Be part of the grey machinery Each step forward two steps back Guinea pigs in the name of coming man When all ends meet Be part of the grey machinery When all ends connect Be part of the grey machinery [Solo: L. Pignon] When all ends meet When all ends meet 4. Instigator of Dead Flesh Afflicted progeny of despair You are alone now Once re-born in fire and resolve Now facing death Dead flesh You must kill to survive Dead flesh All is lost but the will to stay alive Instigator of dead flesh Driven by fear Instigator of dead flesh Surrounded by hate Instigator of dead flesh The end draws near Instigator of dead flesh Time to annihilate The hymn of ideals and morale Now washed away with blood Righteous spirit and a heart of stone Suffocated by the reek of death Dead flesh You must kill to survive Dead flesh All is lost but the will to stay alive Instigator of dead flesh Commit to atrocity Instigator of dead flesh Shed your illusion Instigator of dead flesh Iteration of destruction Instigator of dead flesh Save your life or your soul [Solo: L. Nirbant] [Solo: L. Pignon] Dead mans blood Washed away but stains forever Set in stone, corrupted soul A killer you have become Instigator of dead flesh Driven by fear Instigator of dead flesh Surrounded by hate Instigator of dead flesh The end draws near Instigator of dead flesh Time to annihilate Instigator of dead flesh Dead eyes Instigator of dead flesh Dead heart Instigator of dead flesh Dead soul Instigator of dead flesh Dead alive 5. Delussionists Twisted words Spreads a fire so intense A fire within - without sense Starting movements - That darkens sight Code is red - Senses fail Backstabbing - Another foul part of this game Cutting deeper than before Leaving scars too deep to ignore This is the cancer of mankind To abhorrent to be To this we all are blind Delussionists - mimicking man Prepare to be crucified When no one longer believes Raving words of lunatics Dreaded underachievers Bleeding everything dry Basking in complacement glory Bring the misfits down Hypocrites hailed as prophets [Solo: L. Nirbrant] This is the cancer of mankind... Delussionists - mimicking man This is the cancer of mankind To abhorrent to be To this we all are blind Delussionists - mimicking man This is the cancer of mankind To abhorrent to be To this we all are blind Delussionists - mimicking man Pushed off the ledge To finally drown In the cancer called mankind Delussionists unveiled 6. Army of the Dying Sun In splendour we progress This whimsical world All we consume And let time progress Blessed are the blind for they see no evil Every moment a chance, a chance to forget Like animals we flee from the flames Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands There is no goal Abstract faith our shelter Spiritual self-medication And the faithness are lost Blessed are the blind for they see no evil Every moment a chance, a chance to forget Like animals we flee from the flames Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands Conducting our own end With sublime paradox We are the army Of the dying sun Blood loss of an entire people We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil There is no hope, our spirit is broken Choked out by our own hand Shed no tears for this our demise We are the makers of this ending Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide We are the army of the dying sun [Solo: L. Pignon] 7. Dead Harvest Born prophet of the modern ideal In the name of more, behind the guise of good With your right hand you weave the illusion With your left you suffocate the world Synthetic emotion, tool of your trade Emotionless machine grinding on The anthive man celebrates "progress" Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest When everything is exploited Raped, burned, defiled and sold All avenues ventured, path trodden You are still not content Killing your own humanity You'll sell your soul with a hollow smile You brought your own destruction Paid in full with your life Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed [Solo: L. Nirbrant] Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest [Solo: L. Nirbrant] Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest 8. Tools of Demise Streams of light in the dark A light - darker than darkness itself Petrified with nameless fear Burning in every nerve Could this - be an illusion Is this right? Sick in mind - Sick in heart Become the undead Sick in mind - Sick in heart Born from guilt To swallow the shame Am I - feeding the fire Burning all in it's way No place to hide Left out - Defenceless and senseless Catatonic state of mind There is no escape Only extinction Sick in mind - Sick in heart A violent new breed Sick in mind - Sick in heart Carved by flesh It's time to sharpen the tools of demise Time to sharpen the tools of demise Consumed by a sickness so vile This threat knows no name Acts of violence put on repeat Creating a violent new breed Become the undead - How could this be? Born from guilt in the harbouring safety of this so called life Sharpen the tools of demise [Solo: L. Nirbrant] Sick in mind - Sick in heart Become the undead Sick in mind - Sick in heart Born from guilt Sick in mind - Sick in heart It's time to sharpen the tools of demise Sick in mind - Sick in heart Time to sharpen the tools of demise 9. Deathtrade Let me born through bloodshed Let me be baptised in blood Force fed from the cradle Indoctrinate wrong is right Brokering inferno I'm first to gain Brokering inferno I'm last to bleed Like a plague divine Spreading my wings Master in the art of deathtrade Overshadowing blood soaked soil Master in the art of deathtrade I am the one For whom you should die Kiss my hand and abide You are the one To swallow my filth You will do my deeds Brokering inferno I'm first to gain Brokering inferno I'm last to bleed Like a plague divine Spreading my wings Master in the art of deathtrade Overshadowing blood soaked soil Master in the art of deathtrade Expertise in the art of repressing Heretics might as well bleed Expertise in the art of oppressing To fulfil my need Like a plague divine Spreading my wings Master in the art of deathtrade Overshadowing blood soaked soil Master in the art of deathtrade Deathtrade Master in the art of... Master in the art of... Deathtrade 10. The Asylum I almost never die But when I do Your earth will shake - Your foundations falter All breaks down - To a cold and grey mess No room for life - No place for mirth Dragged down in the quicksand Of a stale shattered lie Force fed by the bleakness Of your presence Why can't you die - Instead of me? I see no reason to leave you be I'll tear apart as you tore me Join me in my asylum Created only for you and for me Join me in my asylum Here sickest things come to be Our affliction - your creation The Asylum - Where madness reigns Scorched by the touch of the flames Scorned by the sound of your voice It burns like the sun in my eyes I hide in darkness until the moment comes I will make sure - The time is right To consecrate You will be part - Of my new wing Enclosed in concrete - You'll be king Tread the road to the asylum Here death is all but a lie Tread the road to the asylum Which no one leaves alive [Solo: L. Pignon] Join me in my asylum Created only for you and for me Join me in my asylum Here sickest things come to be Our affliction - your creation