Funeris Nocturnum
Code 666 - Religion Syndrome Deceased



1. The Sculptor

Herds of inane cattle
Assemblage of flesh and defunct minds
Never stopping to think even for a while
Not discovering the fundamental lie

Years of suffering among the fools of this world
Fatigued by the absurdity of the living and utter disparity with the regime
Abruptly being ripped apart

Risen from irrationality
Seen thorough dullness of men
Through the tombs of reason have I dwelled
Long lost secrets now unveiled

I am the shaper of the future
I am the sculptor of today
Giving things the meaning the essence and the form
I am the one to lead the way

My order, my coalition, my children
Beginning of new period in time is at hand
The mindless shall be drawn back to reality
The bags of flesh now blind they will see

The configuration of the coming times is at my hands


2. Cryonics

Awakening from thousand years of sleepless dreams
Beneath my morbidness at the present time
Which has become the realization of the future and the past

A throne of a mind-shaped emptiness hammered into a flesh-burning soul
My divine desires to open the future
Eyes have become lies

An evolution of a genius in mind
Scientification of a mankind changed what am I to be and what to believe
The pain and suffer from the truth unveiling me
And my soul torn apart

There is no end
Life is a trap
Reality
My desire poured into inanity


3. Yer All Perished

I am but a shard!
Meek shattered from the isolated
From the grandest pattern of them all
Crafted to very finest of perfection

Shard, piece of imagination
Given birth by isolation
Were I thrown, like a corrupted thought...
Rather departed I like a stream
Another matter grandest of them all

Yet after I took a form
Yet I truly were aware of me
I came and saw this black-sided glass
This which reflected god's own will

What were I told
All were he
I am but a shard
Someday ill die
But those thorns
In his crown so pale
They pierced his eyes those eyes so vain

If one seeks for a place
So sweet'n light
Take an eye to yer chest
Is crumbled Yn blight

There is no heaven
Nor day
Nor night
Take an eye to yer chest
Yer all perished


4. Hypernation Mantic

My hypernation mantic
Revealing my intentions and beliefs
Of my internal flesh and external mind
Which speaks and sees the path
From the pools of paranoia
To the kingdom of putrid
Hypernational existence

I drift in an immanence
Of erroneous lessons
Of a past experience

Like a cruelty in an introspective beast
I can't run away from the thing in me
I am inside your empty words
I become your pressure of my inhumanity

There is no written prophecy
To give beliefs
To a given mantic in me

Commands in a superfictional field of my body
Feeding the ground and giving life to seeds
Forever turning through a lifetime
Endless self-manipulation of soul and mind

What am I
That rules me from inside
It is my hypernation mantic to be


5. The Walls Breed Larvae

He tried to tell me something
Brittle wheezing sound he made
All the shrewd little bastards
Unspoken words tease my mind

Take action when the lights are out
Pleasantly compulsive behaviour
Prey on what is theirs
There's no quiltless souls

Wallow in their despair
Construct a shrine of grief
Gather all the lost hopes
All the crushed beliefs

Let me introduce you to myself
My name is Death
How are you doing, my friend?

My den is becoming crowded
With the residue of human lives
The walls breed larvae
The ceiling is caving in
Perforating my soul
Cultivating my loathing of life


6. Infected

Like worms they crawl into your mind
And cause you an infection
That only one thing can cure
And in the end you are infected by yourself infected by thousands of years of imagination

Your contemptible time at the hand of god
I think it's nothing worth
Neverending sanctimonious principles
That is the essence of the weak belief

You cannot see the truth with your own eyes
You are blinded by the lies they told you
You have a hollow mind
That is why you deserve to die

It's all little white lies
Now you can solve the way out of the religion syndrome


7. Antigod Declaration

Would it be easier to live in a plastic world?
Would it be a relief if the remembrance from the past
Was just a dream?

Intoxicated by dirt
By the religion syndrome
The alternative is in your hands
And the guilty is in the looking-glass

You can deny the lesser one
But eventually you can't deny what you are
Your nature can solve who's the lesser one

The remnants of humanity
Do not really exist
As doesn't common sense
You can't deny what you are

Would it be easier to sleep under the ground?
Would it be a relief if the descendants of divinity
Were deleted from the pages?

The illusion of life
It's all little white lies
Now you can solve the way out of the religion syndrome


8. Reformation

Denomination of fools
Fuck them all

By denying god
You will tremendously
Improve the quality
Of your life and attain
The highest possible level
Of intelligence

Denomination of fools
Fuck them all

And here is the question of the day
How many lies can your mind absorb?
Producing the poisoned food for the children
Corroding their minds

My lips keep spreading the words of hate
Things can't remain as they are

Deny or die
Deny or you are already dead inside

Denomination of fools
Fuck them all

My lips keep spreading the words of hate
Things can't remain as they are


9. Vulpine Paralogism

Are you unable to see?
My scalpels will open your eyes
Are you willing to choose?
Life through resurrection

Are you able to be?
The sun, that you should be
Are you the end of everything?
Yes, you want to be, but still you cannot see...
Recreation before the ruining...
How can it be?
You still want to feel the last breath, of you and me...
Of the randomized procreation

Take me to your Hi-tech altar
Where life has exceeded its rate
Where we adore and worship machinery
The new-world devily

Will a brave new day take you?
As it would change anything...
Oh yes, you are a victim not the thief (Fukk)
Still you need few needles through your skin

Ruining before the recreation...
How can it be?
You still want to see the last junkies, you and me...
Of the genetic failure

Are your eyes open now?
As I told, my scalpels did the work
What? You want to close them now?
Yes, seeing this scenario is truly worth... of... the pain... and excitement

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