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Kallipolis
02:36
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Let us begin
We reconvene/ To reinforce this process of oppression/
Of greed and power through reckless ambition/
The scales imbalanced in our favor/
And on their backs chained the labor/
Of ravaging the world for the extent of its worth/
Our influence is greatest/
On the youngest/
To ingrain our will on minds still malleable is how we’ll ascertain total control/
Then lead astray their leaders
Strip them of instructors
And demand of them our template from their birth/
Make institution their burden
Feed them insignificance and misinformation
What aptitude for living need be possessed
For a life of indentured service/
Grinding their will to live into dust/
In pursuit of worth they will learn they are worthless/
The brightest will fear for their future/
The weakest will wish for death/
And in their misery/
submit to complacency/
so that those not yet dead by their own hand/
lie down and wait for the end/
as/
we/
incinerate the world for profit/
Then while we
Indoctrinate away our greatest promise/
Upon their backs build our monuments to negligence/
They’ll let this world cave in/
Under the burden of our sin/
Little need we fear retaliation/
They will flee from the truth into petrified distraction/
What then of the culturally driven/
This concept of social condition/
As we learned with intelligence/
The power of culture makes it dangerous/
Then sterilize their lives of passion/
Depriving them of inspiration/
And foster a mindset/
Of ignorance in exchange for acceptance/
Feed them gossip glamour comfort/
Excess lust intoxicants/
Hypocrisy conformity/
arrogance and entertainment/
Line their paths with deepest pitfalls/
And give each a mirror that their only focus stands themselves/
What need is there to turn a blind eye/
When one’s perception cannot see/
Beyond the limits of shameless self idolatry/
Unable to deviate they’ll follow each other/
Out of desperation like sheep to slaughter/
Seeking only mirth they’ll mold themselves to our template/
Joyfully wasting their worth/
Dancing and fucking as we rape the world for profit/
Then let us hypnotize away life’s greatest promise/
And on their backs build our monuments to decadence/
They’ll let this world cave in/
Under the burden of our sin/
We need not fear retaliation/
They will never seek the truth in perpetual distraction/
What need is there to hold them hostage/
If they’re deceived successfully/
Through censoring our malevolence/
We’ll induce blindest loyalty/
Through external hostility/
We’ll distract from internal tyranny/
Teaching the world to hate them/
For foddering our terror mongery/
Of those who seek to deviate/
They’ll play our game or suffer for it/
Thrive as suppliants or wallow in our shit as we squelch their spirit/
Feed them empty sustenance/
Burden with impoverishment/
Those unconquered through division/
Can rot in incarceration/
Bled white from our ambition/
What wherewithal will they have for retaliation/
Perhaps destined for far greater things/
They’ll be reduced to languishing for provision/
Trapped within our influence/
We’ll squander their inheritance/
We’d offer our condolences/
But what gods concern with petty grievances
Then let us manipulate into submission our greatest threat/
And on their backs build our monuments to this fatal precedent/
They’ll dispose of their youth in pursuit of our template/
A vein of resource never to be exhausted/
Unto our consequences they’ll be subject/
As we plunder indiscriminate/
Laying waste to this world for fucking profit/
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Elder (Waltz to Decay)
05:35
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From decaying minds and dead perspective
We who shaped this world in fear driven negligence
Humbly assert our claim to all we could ever want free of consequence
As what concern is needed for the state of the world left behind
From those whose time is already through
We who squandered the best of our days for a manufactured dream of prosperity
We who voided our lives of meaning leaving us with nothing save to meticulate insignificance
Now cursed to sacrifice wealth for health
Unable to live afraid to die
We ache to return to the days of our best
So we dig in our heels and stagnate the present
Unwilling to relinquish control yet resentful of all progress
In bitter denial we cast the stones of our guilt convinced all but us are to blame
Whereas age is meant to bring about wisdom through experience and the pursuit of understanding
We would sooner bow to our idols and curse the world to repeat our mistakes
Now decrepit parasitic we seek to hide from our shame in comfort and faith
We beg of thee lord protect us from the evils of the consequences of our actions
Forget not your loyal servants who numb to suffering can only fight for our gotten gain
Bless this land of the excess
Land of the waste
Land of we who waltz unto decay
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You who’ve been gifted life in the interest of fulfillment/
You whose sole purpose is to achieve success/
Only through scrutiny can it be assured that you/
Waste not the investment you represent/
The nail that protrudes the furthest is hammered the hardest/
One day you’ll be grateful you were protected from yourself/
You a breathing reminder of dreams now perished/
Who are you to speak of something so trivial as self realization/
This world is cruel and unforgiving/
Misery is a state of being/
All must learn to endure subservience you are far from exempt/
The hand the once provided can just as easily take/
A foot in mouth is no grounds for rebuke/
The lump sum of prior failures projected upon you
Once coddled now condemnation is due
In compensation an assertation of dominion
As recompense for this debt of breath
Heed my words in self enslavement
To impulse consumption lies the only form of content
Fate destined to be auctioned to highest bidder
In the interest of acquiring success in the form of excess
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Can it possibly reward one to pursue prosperity if the result is to enslave the best of themselves to the worst?
To enslave oneself to impulse whim and desire as excessive pleasure corrodes one’s self control?
As the love of indulgence and self discipline cannot exist, self control would be called cowardice
Does it not stand to reason that the lover of prosperity and excess would set no value to ethics, morals, integrity, or personal excellence lest it brings them profit?
Such neglect and the encouragement of extravagance
reduces to poverty
Those born for far greater things
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Listen, then, or rather answer my questions
To fill one’s head with thoughts is not my intention
No, each must seek their own truth
When the glory of all one is taught to believe
Crumbles to dust at their feet
Seemingly cursing them to tread a path predetermined
Crippled by the psychosis of those in control
Are you to tell me one complacently accepts such a fate
Shall they
Live by the the same mistakes
As those who ruled by whim mass ignorance and hysteria
Rather than reason
Judge on impulse or prejudice
In flagrant inconsistency
Blind to criticism
Ever eager to point the finger
Than believe they've been deceived
Is one not more than
The collective lump sum of our forebearer’s negligence
CH:
To weep and seek for answers
Yet disregard basic principle
Carrying the consequences of a convictionless people
But still choose to squabble
Over pettiness and grievances
I wont waste my days in self loathing
Nothing to lose but pride
In the name of humanity let us
Reach to heights deemed unfathomable
See with eyes unclouded by opinions
Of self serving conventions
And near sighted immediate gain
For where is the line between necessity and excess
Guard your head your heart your impulses
Are your idols truly worth idolatry
I say wealth as a virtue is worthy of naught but scorn
As if greed is due of admiration
To which all should aspire
Rather than utmost contempt
Owing their power to wealth
In the interest of maintaining control
Rulers will surely substitute
Liberty with exploitation
As if any existing order
Could ensure stability for the individual
All are founded on the desire for power
Corrupting those who in a
CH:
Never ending struggle
For that which they treat as some great prize
Succumb to belligerence
Corroding their minds
And what unity remains
Know you not that true power is of your possession
That those who’d lead us to believe we are subject fear us
Only when fragmented are we truly helpless and suppliant to those that would
Place this yoke of necessity on our shoulders; that when unified can never be broken
The time is now; responsibility to the responsible I say
For preying upon impulse to create this legacy of dysentery
Let us then condemn to a justice slow and torturous
To suffer the pains of all they've inflicted and when they've paid their penance
To be cast from the heights
Of their monuments
Plummeting into the jaws
The jaws of recompense
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Orator Seattle, Washington
Extreme metal for fans of old and modern school alike. Influences include but not limited to: Cattle Decapitation, Behemoth, Fleshgod Apocalypse, Ulcerate, Suffocation, The Black Dahlia Murder, Nile, Soreption....
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