Deathspell Omega - A Chore For The Lost lyrics
rate meAn exhausted fall into disgrace, <br />
Famished for peace, for a mere moment<br />
Of respite in dying eternities, <br />
On the verge of being deprived of all humanity<br />
Non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, <br />
It is the start of transcendence, <br />
The dissolution that spreads without limits<br />
And the critical violation... <br />
What pleasure of inconceivable purity there is<br />
In being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! <br />
The rupture is too profound to stand up, <br />
Nothing remains but a terrified consolation in<br />
A laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! <br />
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Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity.<br />
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Let us be a blight on the orchard, <br />
On all orchards of this world, <br />
Even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, <br />
Bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter<br />
Is a code to extreme horror, <br />
Utter contempt and divine conflict<br />
It is lethal to speak the language of resistance, <br />
Every gasp exhales a particle of the<br />
Remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; <br />
It is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: Perinde Ac Cadaver! <br />
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Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété.<br />
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God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, <br />
Very low hast thou brought us...
