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Oceano - Slow Murder (Single)

Boris The Blade - Your Last Breath

An insanely heavy track from the guys in Acrania.

ACRANIA - Auctioneer Of Depravity

"The Conqueror"
By Fit For An Autopsy

We'll tear this whole fucking world apart.
Condemn the crown, deny your faith, and kill the messenger.
Embrace the end with open arms.
Watch the sky turn black as we cease to exist.
The sign of the son of man will appear in the sky,
And all of the nations of earth will mourn.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in the face of damnation.
We've been given every chance to put an end to this insanity.
Have we lost our faith in god, or has he lost his faith in humanity?
Maybe it is him who does not believe in the ever failing will of man.
The ability to change is but a choice not a destiny placed in our hands.
Punishment for taking every thing for granted.
Never ending sickness, absolute chaos.
All the nations of the earth will mourn.
Pestilence
Famine
War
Hell on Earth
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Beneath the wings of the raven.
A new beginning.
Rising from the ashes of toppled empires.
Standing on the broken backs of fallen giants.
We will rejoice in the guilt.
It is our nature to destroy.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in face of damnation.
We'll cease to exist.

Fit For An Autopsy - The Conqueror

Sleeping Titans

Traitors- The Hate Campaign

italian deathcore bands  Drown In Sulphur - An Epilogue To The Arrogant  


Drown In Sulphur - An Epilogue To The Arrogant

Taken from the album 'The Violent Sound' - in stores October 21st

LYRICS-

Where is all the anger for the ones that abuse the cross
We let them sink their teeth in
And nothing’s ever done
Where is the protection 
For the defenseless
Trapped in the house of God

Perverse icons
They summon them
We will send them
To the angel of righteousness

Follow the cross to find the worst of sins
No pity
No prayer
For the wicked

Bloodlust
Find them
Bloodlust
Burn them

Where’s the fucking outrage
They should be dragged out into the streets and their heads hung for display
When for years and years
They’ve created a prison of youth
And there’s been

Nothing done, nothing done, nothing fucking done

Evil built
Upon innocent guilt
A prison of youth
Forever trapped in the house of God

Perverse icons
They summon them
We will send them
To the angel of righteousness

Follow the cross to find the worst of sins
No pity
No prayer 
For the wicked

Bloodlust
Find them
Bloodlust
Burn them

No pity
No prayers
Bloodlust 
Burn

(p)&(c) 2016 Siege Music 

www.siege.global

The Last Ten Seconds Of Life - Bloodlust

Shadow Of Intent - The Catacombs (Ft. Jason Evans Of Ingested & Dickie Allen Of Infant Annihilator)

The track contributed by UK death metal band Acrania to a split with Blue Waffle (U.S.-California).

ACRANIA - SUSCEPTIBLE TO RETINAL BASED REPROGRAMMABILITY

Instrumentals Written and Recorded by Izrael Cemani 
Drums by Joshua Null 
Guitar Solo by Chris Paz 
Vocals/Lyrics by Gregory Gilbert 
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Josh Bearden of Nevermore Recordings 
Album Art by Ikhsan Baihaqi
Logo by Yusuf Effendi Syam of TyranT

Lyrics:


In the eclipse, I was found
The winds howl, the shifting moon
Embarking on the voyage to return my soul to the ether I serve
There is no more breaking
I shall return 

Beelzebub of the Skies, O, Father, I come to drink from the fountains of honor
Driving thy name to glory, trading my energy for the Kiss of the Wind
Denouncing the thoughts that plague me with disdain
I shall not perish in euphoria or hate
I direct my light to shine amongst the cancer bestowed within

A childhood spent loathing the beauty of life
No longer bound to the Earth, my soul wanders the fabrics of time
Unwilling to succumb to what is expected
There are no gods, no masters
There is only I

It took me years to finally find what had always laid inside
The master of wind, the oracle of life
‘Twas in the palms of thine hands
For this, I must ascend

Emerging from the womb of the wretched Mor
Born into this world, I am the Son of Perdition
My fate unknown, until perceiving the stars

I was impure from the moment I was born
Conceived from the Coffin

My mind destroyed by the things that I’ve seen 
Losing it all only to gain it back slowly one by one
One by one acceptance becomes atonement
Baptized in fire - acknowledge thine pain
Your destiny comes from within

The wind spreads the raging fires inside, leaving the soul hardened by experience

It took me years to finally find what had always laid inside
The master of wind, the oracle of life
‘Twas in the palms of thine hands 
For this, I must ascend

Encapsulated in the mind for most of this life
Tired of my decay, no longer trapped by a depressive state
It is from within, metaphysically, I evolve into something grander than the flesh of nephilim

Fit For An Autopsy - The Conqueror

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