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Unnamed Chaos

by Wasteland of Reality

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I The Beginning Before the times there was just chaos No planets, no stars in the depths of universe Once there was given a birth …so who you are, nameless creator? ...Creation! Death and rebirth of the milliard worlds It was just beginning Just frontier between man and god II The voice of chaos I gave you existence Breed and breed, motherfuckers! I gave you existence Cut down each other! For this is my will! III Humans Building altars, learning sights Fading in eternal night Searching for the sacred truth And return again… …to chaos! IV The voice of chaos All shall fall And every sun will collapse And oceans will dry up Because true is just… …darkness! V Humans So who you are? All-powerful god or just flash in the dark? Will we ever know The abyss we must fall? VI spirits & demons …he is just chaos! …he is just chaos! …he is just chaos! …he is just chaos!
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A church’s parish gathers guests. The whole families come with children Remissions of sins, communion, prayers Are given to everyone by local pastors. A church service ended People want to go But the priest says: "Come here, Let’s go to my cell.” Taking an innocent child He leads him by hand Knows that dooms him on torment But doesn't care about it in the end Without renouncing his faith He rapes the innocent children Hypocrisy of church Ulcer on the face of Christ Fucking priest doesn't represent an exception, because he’s the rule They don't refuse their dirty faith But don't refuse up their lust Lust! Taking an innocent child He leads him by hand Knows that dooms him on torment But doesn't care about it Thousands of paedophiles Are protected by holy walls Rotten soul is caressed by the child's laugh and bodies With the bless of their Pope They do their ugly business. He gives them absolution He gives them forgiveness
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Blood!.. Blood of the victims Steps of the spirits Are left on white snow Screaming!.. Screaming of brothers Crying of mothers Reproach all those who’s alive Awakening flames of the great ancient fire we enter the way of a secret desire Awakening flames of the great ancient fire we enter the way of a secret desire Awakening flames… Covered by ashes all from those names And only the bastards remains Kingdom of fools in the shades of the cross Poisoned blood in their veins Lost is the wisdom, forgotten the path That led us to Valhalla’s gates Now is the time to remember the past Because future belongs to the brave Rise your hand up to the moon! Hear… hear the whispers of tombs… hear them! By northern winds on ravenwings Bringing the Thundergod’s breath Valkyries ride into the skies Foretelling to enemies death! Rise your hand up to the sun! The proud son of Europe Ancestors call you from their tombs Can you hear them?...
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Hangman 03:01
I‘m obliged to serve in prison To refuse there is no reason Whose sentenced to highest measure My axe execute with pleasure Ones were carried out youthful dreams And I obtained the right to kill Unhappy sinners condemned to death But they can’t see it terrible face Hungman must store the secrets And possess the steady psyche To bring up the high moral qualities And have the flexible mind On people’s eyes I chop the heads In wet basements I break the fingers Iron Maiden is My best friend The Spanish boot is Foot-wear for sinners The best days will come When the tribunal again earns And I’ll send the condemned criminals To infernal burning halls In such conditions it’s so hard Not become hardened by the heart To continue execution With divine and men‘s solution Hungman must store the secrets And possess the steady psyche To bring up the high moral qualities And have the flexible mind
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The enemies try annihilate Your quiescence and rest And make you ready to convent To their fucking faith Monks and creepy bastards, pressmen and politics Really load of rubbish and try to muddle your brain They want see your money, they want hear your esteems For their own desire of deceitful greatness On moral battlefield Destroy your attackers On combat zone of fear Prepare to fall in battle Expect another day That really make you free Forget your pain, be ready To die for victory Burn the governments, hang the clerks Cut their full up faces Rob the cloisters, rape the vestals Till last sacrament Fight for the proud Hold in contempt Violate the shrines Reject attempt Of accusation In helplessness Of accusation In lawlessness On moral battlefield Destroy your attackers On combat zone of fear Prepare to fall in battle Expect another day That really make you free Forget your pain, be ready To die for victory
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Eat carrion meat and drink the blood My only wish, my sacred debt Worm of death is name of mine My dear place is in corpses’ heads.. I crow through eyes, trough rotten tongues I crow and taste their stinky flesh. The syphilitics are my dish I like their bones and cartilages. To gnaw the holes and bite the meat, To vomit nails and creep in shit These things of beauty are my life, My days, my nights I couldn’t deny Mucus, urine, blood and bile, Perspiration, teats, crap, Mucus, urine, blood and bile, Perspiration, teats, crap… Eat carrion meat and drink the blood My only wish, my sacred debt Worm of death is name of mine My dear place is in corpses’ heads.. Still worm of death dimbs up to carrion And pass your organs through itself White maggots sharpen brain And overcook your essence Mucus, urine, blood and bile, Perspiration, teats, crap, Mucus, urine, blood and bile, Perspiration, teats, crap…

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Esoteric - guitar
Lord Kaban - guitar, vox
Asator - bass, vox
Terr - drums

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released April 21, 2013

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Wasteland of Reality Minsk, Belarus

Wasteland of Reality was formed in May 2010 in Minsk, Belarus as the result of the creative work of three people: Esoteric (guitar), Lord Kaban (guitar, vocals) and Asator (bass, vocals). Band always had a problem with the lack of a permanent drummer, because of this had to use a drum machine. But in the summer 2012 Terr came in the band, and line-up was finally gathered. ... more

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