Song Name : Bearing The Pleague
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
My flesh bears the plague;
unleashed by man;
corruption prevails;
consume this body with decay;
its tendrils are lithe;
piercing within;
to the spectral heart of man;
my mind burns with fire;
unbound in my soul;
corruption prevails;
to fill my heart with hate;
is it disease;
or is it become;
inseparable from me?
Enslaved to the passion
ignited within;
tasting the power
of this depravity.
Am I
Am I the master
of my own destiny;
Am I
Am I the pawn
of this plague that I bear;
have I
have I be born;
as the
as the scion
of hate
of my hate
and this infirmity.
My flesh writhes with disease;
my mind rots with dementia;
my will embraces desolation;
the love of decay consumes me.
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Song Name : Ascendency
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
I am given power;
I am given strength;
Ancient forces dwell in me;
I have drank of knowledge;
I have embraced wisdom;
Deep secrets upon aeons.
With strang ecstasy;
I embrace the hope;
Of a certain rebirth;
To awake with the fathers of old.
That wich once was hidden;
Now seems clear to me;
I am reborn.
Take me down to the ancient graves;
Of those who passed this ember;
That has burned into me as a fire;
I will shroud their tombs whit honor;
I will name them among the blessed;
For their faith has been instilled in me;
I have taken all the offered;
I am now their incarnation
For thier God has come to dwell with me;
I have taken oaths as they did;
I am sealed as once they were;
I am an ascendent progeny.
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Song Name : Adorned In Apostasy
Artist Name : Sympathy (Band)
City of man, built by thieves, arrayed in splendor;
stealing away the souls of men for your own pleasure;
casting down their spent lives, you eat their flesh;
consuming all, redeeming none, filled with death.
Church of wealth, built by blood, filled with pain;
raping your own little ones for cursed gain;
cannibal, entrap your prey, consume your fill;
helpless, they relied on you to protect their youth.
have you not secured the lowest regions of hell;
have you not secured the lowest regions of hell;
has this not ensured your endless torment.
The distraught you leave in your own wake of chaos;
they shall one day arise and rip your flesh;
then will their angels rejoice in their justice;
on that day will the grave take the apostate;
that day shall wounded souls deal their torment.
Do not go unto her all you who are weary;
for your soul shall find only decay, torment, disease and ill;
nor offer to her your soothing comforts;
for evil has purchase of her heart and she has become forsaken.
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