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Exitus Triumphalis

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• 1. Torch the Saints (05:32)
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  Salvation is a dagger, pressed to your skin
  Your prayers are poisoning, your guilt is sin
  No savior’s coming, no cross to bear
  I’ll light the match, let heaven tear
  
  Blasphemy, sweet heresy
  Crown me with your hypocrisy
  The altar burns, the angels scream
  I am the god of your darkest dream
  
  Der Mensch zerstort, was ihn erhalt
  Ein Konig thront auf falschem Geld
  Der Hunger wachst, der Hass gedeiht
  Im Herzen Dunkelheit
  Der Himmel brennt, die Erde schreit
  In Flammen stirbt die Ewigkeit
  Die Stadte fallen, ein Meer aus Wut
  An euren Handen klebt das Blut
  
  Baptized in venom, we rise unclean
  Heaven is gone, we reign supreme
  We bow to nothing, we break the sky
  Your god is dead, and so am I
  
  Scorch the Saints
  Stench of Flesh
  Eyes Turn Black
  Meat Shell Collapse
  
  Prophets preach, but darkness calls
  A kingdom built on broken walls
  A voice that thunders from the sky
  Repent or face, the fire, when you die
• 2. Feed the Earth with Bodies (05:07)
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  Chant the rites of flesh and bone
  Sepulchers carved in veins of stone
  Blackened, ravening stars
  Open those tethered scars
  Death crown in crimson light
  Blood-stained flags
  The masses are blind
  
  Burn the soil
  Feed the earth with bodies
  Holy ground
  Divine Inferno
  
  Antique minds in modern guise
  Deadly hosts with hidden eyes
  Silent rulers, hidden hand
  Guiding you through shifting sand
  Prison forged in cosmic hell
  Decapitate your fucking self
  
  Burn the soil
  Feed the earth with bodies
  Holy ground
  Divine Inferno
  
  Chaos reigning
  Dehumanizing
  Masses fading
  Obliterating
• 3. Oh Lord, Come Dance with Me (06:16)
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  Caught in a web, is it the devil’s design
  It’s a fix in my veins, it’s robbing my mind
  Every hit’s a promise, but it’s always a lie
  Now I’m reaching out for heaven, I’m ready to die
  I’m a slave to the high, I’m in chains
  Trading my soul for these chemical flames
  I reach for the sky, it’s always outta sight
  Stuck in the dark, too weak to fight
  
  Oh Lord, come dance with me
  I’m high, and now I believe
  You’re a junk, and use us all
  To get your fix in your heavenly dome
  
  These pills talk sweet, but they burn like fire
  They’re the spark of my funeral pyre
  The needle sings a lullaby
  No hopeful song, just bad desire
  In his grip, I sink, I fall
  I’m a puppet dancing to his call
  Fleeting warmth like a stolen breath
  A handshake with the hand of death
  
  Oh Lord, come dance with me
  I’m high, and now I believe
  You’re a junk, and use us all
  To get your fix in your heavenly dome
  
  UH!
  
  We were never meant to last
  Just echoes of a burning past
  We lit the fire, we let it spread
  Now we’re left with words unsaid
  Our hands once held the fleeting flame
  But time erased what we couldn’t name
  Beneath the silence, the scars still weep
  Memories buried, but never asleep
• 4. Flesh Vessels (02:33)
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  On this farm we call Earth, so vast and wide
  Where spirits in fleshly vessels hide
  The gods as farmers, ancient and wise
  Nurture our lives ’neath the open skies
  We, containers for souls, transient and bright
  Flicker like candles in the eternal night
  From birth to death, we grow and we change
  In this cosmic cycle, beautifully strange
  The gods sow seeds in the soil of man
  A divine, eternal, and secret plan
  They watch as we struggle, learn, and yearn
  Each soul a lesson, each life a turn
  In fields of time, we sprout and we fall
  Silent witnesses to the harvest call
  Through countless cycles, we rise and descend
  A story eternal, without an end
  
  
  For when the reaping’s done, and the souls are freed
  We return to the source, where the gods take heed
  Our lives, mere seasons in a celestial span
  Each moment, a part of the grander plan
  The Earth, a farm, the heavens, a dome
  And the gods, they await, to welcome us home
• 5. Dirigent Des Niedergangs (07:52)
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  So trostlos, so leer
  So traurig, so schwer
  Ohne Klage schau ich dir nach
  Seh die toten Geister steigen
  Herauf aus ihrem dunklen Grab
  Steht die Seele verlassen
  Neben einem grauen Stein
  Doch bin ich nun im tiefen Schweigen
  Denn Wehmut wird Wonne
  Und Wonne wird Weh
  
  Hatt’ ich doch Gnade, Gute und Lust
  Im Glanze zu baden
  Den dunkelsten Frust
  Leuchtende Tage
  Schau ich euch nach
  Heimlicher Schimmer
  Ich bin der Dirigent des Niedergangs
  
  So trostlos, so leer
  So traurig, so schwer
  Ohne Klage schau ich dir nach
  Seh die Jahre verderben
  Und schmucken mir bereits mein Grab
  Das wilde Verlangen—
  Es zieht mich an
  Doch hang’ ich nun am strammen Seile
  Denn Wehmut war Wonne
  Und Wonne bleibt Weh
  
  Wortlos und stur kampft a stumma Schrei
  Gegen valuane Zeit und d'Wunden da Vaganglichkeit
  Losst si mit oi seina Wehmut in mein Schoß hernieda
  Singt vo Trauer ois a Trost
  In oag zapfluckte Liada
  
  Wei unta Freudengesange wird da Schmerz a Bruada
  Und mit da Gute der Zeit a a Schwesta werdn
  Bevua es letzte Wort vagolltn wird da Gerechte zum Vater
  Und Augenblicke de mit bloße Worte
  unsaglichen Durst g'stuht endlich zu ana Muata
• 6. In Igne Ardeo (06:42)
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  Through endless voids, where time is slain
  I walk the path, where shadows reign
  A crown of bones upon my brow
  In flames I burn, in flames I return
  But none can touch a soul, laid bare
  Through fire, storm, and blackened tide
  I stand unbroken, purified
  In darkness torn, to break through light
  
  In Igne Ardeo, Sine Timore
Duração: 34:02