DEVOUR

by Survive The Wasteland

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released 03 February 2013

Composed by: SURVIVE THE WASTELAND
Recorded,Mixed and Mastered by: Paulo Lopes (SoundVision Studios)

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Track Name: Breed Of Corruption
Rebirth, dehumanizing desolation of times
Holds an omen, yet to proclaim,
all the meaning of existence as prey

Life, surges from the decrepit domain
Awakening all the surviving left to blame.
Hopeless, will they roam the wasteland.

The breed of corruption arise.

Behold the path, denying the light,
Silence the fears lurking inside of you.

Embrace the primal ways,
disclosuring the entity, a goddess with no reign.
Free the vision still clouded by the past,
and become the grotesque.

I shall greet the hand of the matriarch of beasts,
The silent mother of my belief.

Blessed shall be the vessel of thy will,
the dreadful way of flesh

It will shatter the weak
And grant life to the cult of the predatory.

They lie in wait,
swept by the calling of a new beggining,
the alluring voice of revelation.

Tremble as I descend upon this graveyard of reason,
surrender your soul to me.
Track Name: Sculpting The End
Gaze upon the human construct
As it enslaves the land of the ancient.

Voidness of mind, illuding ignorance,
devours the mercy left to die.
Step by step humanity collapses before it's own hand,
Inciting the bloodshed.

Outnumbered by the greed held inside,
The prophet of decline.

Witness the closure,
The grasp of death reclaims the putrid nature of man,
Only forgotten gods will remain.

Nowhere left to hide
in a world of decadence and lies.
Anihilation seduces the demented herd
into the abyssal depths

At last, the blackening swallows the earth,
disrupting the machine.

Unworthy ones, listen to the words
of the one god of devastation and blood
I am the sculptor of distress
laying waste to creation,
and shaping the new hell.

Cower in fear before the nothingness
Where no soul shall ever prevail.

The imperious cries announce
the ending of a nightmare called Man.

Let them turn to dust
So shall the cleansing begin.