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Neo Spartacvs from Opvs Contra Natvram (2022, Nuclear Blast), written with Adam “Nergal” Darski No god reigns over me
I am heathen below
Hear the drums ov war
Ov coming Abaddon
No god reigns over me
Mine is the sanctity below
Hear the drums ov war
I am the clenched fist ov Spartacvs
I forge ahead
Like a meteor adrift in cold decay
Thou must heed the call
Ordo ab vniverso
I hail the freedom the gods abhor
To feel greater
To strive higher
To be more
Burn Troy burn
Savor ashes ov Zion scorched
ΠΥΡΌΣ ΚΑΊ ΘΕΊΟΥ
Burn Troy burn
To rubble tear it down
Cherubs forlorn
"Unholy" they mourn
I forge ahead
A lost Sisyphus in cosmic fatum
I travail to and from
ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΑΥΤΟΝ
I worship the knowledge that gods abhor
To feel greater
To strive higher
To be more
Burn Roma burn
Savor ashes ov Zion torched
Ave sanctvs ignis
Burn Roma burn
To rubble tear it down
Hannibal ad portas
Seraphim thrown aground
No god may cast its shadow upon us
We, the proud and the few
I am Spartacvs
And so are you
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(Sun of Extinction from Rugia (2021, Metal Blade Records,) written with Adam “ATF Sinner” Buszko Empty eyes
Covered with flies in a swamp
In this kingdom relinquished
Demon kings
Let their poison burn!
The world is plagued
By your reckless minds
By your ashen dogma
It's devoured!
They burn in the absence of starlight
They call for loyalty beyond the grave
They recycle death in secret malice they hold
They pledged an oath to the sun of extinction
They sanctify
Slaughter of men
They pray
They beg for death every day
And take a dive down
The well of existence
To the womb of decay
To the fields of ignorance
Watered with napalm and gore
In blindness you swallow your souls!
You choke your hearts up
To finally reap
Reap what you've sown
The world is plagued
By your reckless minds
By your ashen dogmas
It's devoured in blindness
Swallow your souls
You choke your hearts up
To finally reap
Reap what you've sown...)
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A Golden Age Forgotten
What little fire was left
Now ember, charcoal and distant smoke
The painful memories of dreams
Before I awoke
Of adamantine my fame,
My kin strain in shadow, the shame
A golden age all but forgotten
Gold, silver, bronze, irons all the same!
Healers and preachers,
Like vultures gathered round
When king takes ill
His bedside, glory abound!
The sickle falls from my weakening grasp
It clangs against the cold ground
My eyes flutter in and out
Hands to my neck tightly wound
Of adamantine my fame,
My kin strain in shadow, the shame
A golden age all but forgotten
Gold, silver, bronze, irons all the same!
But I am time,
I am life, I am death
Tis' by accident I heal your wounds
By purpose I steal your breath
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I took my lighter outta my pocket
It was another New York night when it hit
My face into so many shapes contorted
Never found a mask that doesn't fit
The masters of banal evil
With lightning here and with thunder gone
Peace was never an option
For the belligerent ones
The city-lights cast a long shadow
Fiery dreams in leather jackets and cut teeth
Heroes of a forgotten age that never was
Kings of the searing, fathomless grief
Eternal memories and mayfly lifespans
With lightning here and with thunder gone
Peace was never an option
For the belligerent ones
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Children of the great conflagration
Another bout of absence in atomic inhalation
Another trigger pulled without sensation
Remember when it was all about elation?
Children of the great conflagration
We who fate felled
Bringers of the great destruction
We who fated fled
