Deathspell Omega

Deathspell Omega - A Chore For The Lost lyrics

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An 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...

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