Gather your modalistic interchange ability,
It would demandno reliability
Holism; partly modified, partly unified
Seems like you are subtle to the last
Faith and honour, portrayed liike a bench
By which slaughter is proceeded
Insurrectonal by wrench,
No more prosperity for you,
It took all you ever had
Return my Faustian Spirit of the Earth
Grace completes nature, yet abolishes it
It shows how you're constantly
Being on alert
Ambiguity; like a vernacular pendulum,
Back and forth
Redemption; you should never judge
Me and my children,
Omissioned by your failures only
Attempting to touch your
Erroneous ideology
For all what I am worth; return my
Create a real time version
Of a new kind of chain reaction
Clock wise different effect
Renames the system master
Calculated process rewrites
The central memory
Formatting program maximise
The sense-fuctions
Altering resolution generates
Complete conversion
Protections:
Included ability of using the
Inverse polarised gravitation
Great adaptability to the
Different extreme conditions
Vision invisible option
Supported amorphing mode
In the fire balls of the Humechanics
Embryonary machines been constructed
Under the protokoll of the
[Burzum cover]
Imellom buskene vi stirret paa de
Som minnet om andre tider
Og fortalte at haapet var borte
For alltid...
Vi hoerte alvesang og vann som
Sildret
Det som en gang var er nu borte
Alt blodet...
All lengsel og sorg som hersket
Og de foelelser som kunne roeres
Er vekk...
For alltid...
As the flies and the wilds
gathered around Tens Horns
The beasts from all directions
Fell the call of their master
The winds are changing
The sun is staying upon
The stars are ever glowing
The timehad come you will see...
Rising up the mountains,
Churning all the oceans
There is nowhere to hide
The unleashed poor think they can
Escape but there is only one way
In fact which leads towards
the wide opened fangs
Made of infernal flames
See the floating of the millions of creatures
Towards their reconciled destiny
And blasting all the hopes
See what is the reality in itself:
Everything is already dead!
The ecstatic trance-dance of Mahakala
Burning down the worlds
Leading by the anger against all
That belongs to God
Now its time for to the world
To see a man with opened eyes
Now its time to realize
We tell ourselves the best of lies
Now its time to see the fact
We all are the unity
Now its time for us
A rollercoaster ride to a (cold) place of death
The utmost self-searching journey
And I can feel it in the air
Everything is turned upside down and inside out
The chaotic, strangled inner glow
From dead, empty lifeless eyes
Snot, tears and fucking misery
Dodens kolde satans guf's
C jennom marg og bein. Feber I en dypf'ryst s jel
Fra fleinsoppens og helvetes k jetting - lenker
"et langt skritt til himmelen
Et lite steg fra helvete"
My darkest thoughts haunt me
(and) I am trying to hide
But I don't know how
Twisting like a fucking worm
I see the soul in your eyes
I see through you...
Distrubing flashbacks
A rusty machine in a mechanical void
(But the doors are still open...)
Dodens kolde satans guf's
C jennom marg og bein. Feber I en dypf'ryst s jel
Outside of shell there is the
Complex ability of forming the whole creations
When you break there in your
Material body it gets down on it's knees
The messages mentioned that there must be
A small gate somewhere around gods ass
Find the way to jump out of this
Existence without priest and funeral
Riding the Earth
Fathom the land
Pillars of mind,
Give me your dream
There will be the dark lord
Awaiting the chosen
Put him on his throne
Then the circulation
Of the cosmos
Will have a break
As it flashing through the sky
All among the horizons
It has unlimited forms as well of mercy
So keep the life of one in a million
To turn the wheel of cosmos through the break point
From everything to nothing
The program is always on the fucking screen
Robot pilots destroy the buildings
Burning bodies jump out the windows
The suicidal terrorist is the new idol
Mental Terror Action
Is the new infection
Mental Terror Action
Created illusion
Processing..
That program is to die
By your own hands
That program is to fight
Against yourself
Let me offer my most humble obeisance
To the Supreme Lord of Destruction!
Never been on the fucking Moon
Never define the speed of light
Atom bomb into the fucking assholes
So many questions I haven't mentioned
The program is shining on the fucking screen
To be the slave of false ideologies
Better to believe in the anti-god
And watch everything from the inverted side
Az e jszaka szulott je, a forditott let sar ja,
A rettegett ordog, orokke ego legenda..
The native of dragons, The leader of the wolves
Rhadamantus tyrant, The Great Impaler Void
He hated the lairs at all, never casigated the truth
Slayed the rag-pickers at all, could not spare the riches too
He nailed the hats on their heads, this way kept the traditions of his guests
Had his feast in his forest, was made of the victims been impaled
Az e jszaka szulott je, a forditott let sar ja.. a karoba huzo vajda!
A szelrozsa minden iranyaba menekult volna ki merre lat.. egesd fel a csurt!
Sad sad desinty, but their catharsis had to be done.. anyway.
The nature always find the way to cut off what is rather like a stunt.
Dark Majesty of all the mystics come back and visit our lands!
They are too much, they are too sick, we need your wise instructions
For to keep the flames and to use the pales.
Lets burn the books, and change the churches to trainspotted ecstasy
Parties! [We have] prepared the place just to take your fair,
Join the digital trance! Black fashion cult in the U.V. light.
Since the beginning of all
It exists like a transparent fire
Abiding by the doom
An embracer pleasure is
Incarnating now
As a black spell from the hole of space
Has been received by a black heart
It is deceiving the pale-eyed bystanders
It is dissoluting the world by the elements
Estrangating the ones by gradation
After all offering up them a dark cold shell
In the anatomical ward of vivisects
It wont take long and the Black Ruler
Will have back what is fair
Your chilled bodies to it's black ground!
This is the eternal waving as long as the appearance
Of the Certain Ones
Who are proudof offeromg the device
With clear soul and in united spirit
For achieving the fatal destruction
All religion based on fear
The bible is not true
No fear at all, no sin
The illusion do not need
Every moment is the last
To be dead for next time
Love the death as the life
Constantness is the right
Love the Death as the Life
Many masters came, mostly they were slain
Every form is different, separated one
Love to be in joy, beginnig in end
Don't believe in parents, parents of the parents
Burry your fears, nothing is real
Listen to the voice, comes from beyond
Fear is the enemy, remember you are
Nothing to learn, there is nothing to learn
Don't want to live, but don't want to die
Don't think but know, no punish from God
No more religions, we are the one
We are suns nation
And we do creation
Of perfect temptation
By sound is the mission
Thrugh the darkness of future past
A chant between two worlds
We are suns nation
And we do creation
Open dimensions
Releasing damnation
The touch of the infernal creatures never heals
We are suns nation
And we do creation
Of perfect temptation
By sound is the mission
Thousands of lifeless sounds
Create trance chant of evil
Fire walk with us!! Fire walk with us!!
Through the darkness of future past
The touch of the infernal creatures
Through the darkness of future past
The touch of the infernal creatures...
Where you came from??
I came from where you see the dark...
Unity of black souls,
Speech from talent
Shell the shadow slower,
Returns the avatar
Prepared for a long time,
Since the sinking began
The God hates the religion,
Satan hates the God
The meanings are going fast
As the time is passing by
No one can see the story
The source of knowledge is hidden.
Meditation on ecstasy
I worship the knowledge,
(behind) the digital goat masque
All are a part of the path which is
Shifting from life
To join the digital Goat
Forgotten aristocratics
Reborn by the black bible
Standing for the supreme joy
Of ecstatic ocean of the goat
Its not by the chosen blood,
Its not by the religion
It comes, it seeds inside,
It comes from deep inside
The haunting black spells,
Of them once become heard
The eternal joy and pleasure
Will be their final fair
Recreation comes true,
As the battle had been done
And when the orgasm is over
There is nothing, nothing left
Only the pure empty space,
Silence of all sounds
Surrounded by a dark industry
Cernobyl Generation
Murderer alienation
Cernobyl Generation
Ecstasy hallucination
Cernobyl Generation
Radioactive mutation
Your condemnation
Represents our domination
Genocide scary faces
Deturpated bodies
While your god was sleeping
Mine was having fun
Green turned grey
Grass turned salt
Joy turned desolation
The program is always on the fucking screen
Robot pilots destroy the buildings
Burning bodies jump out the windows
The suicidal terrorist is the new idol
Mental Terror Action
Is the new infection
Mental Terror Action
Created illusion
Processing..
That program is to die
By your own hands
That program is to fight
Against yourself
Let me offer my most humble obeisance
To the Supreme Lord of Destruction!
Never been on the fucking Moon
Never define the speed of light
Atom bomb into the fucking assholes
So many questions I haven't mentioned
The program is shining on the fucking screen
To be the slave of false ideologies
Better to believe in the anti-god
And watch everything from the inverted side
[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Intro by Richard K Szabo, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005]
Strong in solitude
Will, determination
Ability to tear down
And rebuild
No room for doubts
Beliefs in vain
Resistance strong as
As rock solid train
Obsolete and forgotten
The godhead of our time
Heavily tuned down
No more visible
Granted with wisdom
This is me
The soul is breathing
Cries to be free
Reflecting upon changes
Adapting to the new world
Life coiling like a snake
[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: Nysrok, May 2005]
I reject God
I deny god
I reject your world
I reject your false laws
I reject your son
I reject it's pathetic life
I reject your stupid humanity
I travel over again by now, alone
The covered roads
With my brothers
In the eternal battle
The eternal struggle against christianity
In the eternal strife against christianity
Care behind
Tried to the yield
The resistance aint futile
Meaningless
"Nebbia Remota é lo splendor dell'arca
E già dall'idol d'or torna l'umano
E dal vertice sacro il patriarca s'attende invano
S'attende invano dalla musa bianca
Che dimorò venti secoli il calvario
Praise the Beast
Destroy the deceit, In the name of the master
Choke down the false masses
PRAISE THE BEAST!
Accept your destiny, Achieve your revenge
Your life is the power, Your faith is him
PRAISE THE BEAST!
"In the name of Satan, the ruler of earth, the king of the world
I command that the forces of darkness,
To bestow their infernal power, upon me!"
Worship your spirit, Demolish the cross
Give the life... and light the fire
PRAISE THE BEAST!
The way you chose, Is built by yourself
By everything is done, By everything you will
PRAISE THE BEAST!
You are falling into the depth, The depth of your own hell
Nobody will pull you out, And you’ll die devouring yourself
PRAISE THE BEAST!
Accept the gift, Accept the majesty
My back is up against the wall everywhere lobotomized fall
The sadistic power game they play dirty methods they will put in my way
A cultured abominable instinct of suicide
Injected in my dried veins: no hope to survive
Sick synthetic conspiracy: a state of siege
Loaded as I am of the scorn for despicable hearts - I'm a nest in flames
My back is up against the wall everywhere lobotomized fall
The sadistic power game they play dirty methods they will put in my way
A cultured abominable instinct of suicide
Se fossi in Voi pregherei molto
Poiché il suicidio é rinunzia e la rinunzia é una vile bestemmia da emendare a morte.
Cosa é meglio dunque, la sentenza plebea di Una ripugnante mediocrità collettiva o il folle istinto di noi eletti da noi ad eleggere Dio, e iperbole esplicativa, se Pinochet merita la Prigione come condanna sociale per I suoi presunti misfatti,
[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005]
Betrayal - a lone soldier
Prepared for the last call
Solitude - the highest fate
Conclude everything and all
Death in the wastelands
Herald the last standing
Obey the first born
Our world will be torn
Conflict - a movement of free
Signal the coming
Gratification - a battered fight
I think you better sharpen the knife
Master and Slave
Increase, full on
Stupid or brave
Shrieking
Hardcore - for legends
Rise from ashes
Semigod - end of days
No more praise
Suffer no more
Catalyst for once and for all
Stop dreaming
A will to be free
[Fabban latin chorus:]
Omnia munda mundis
Death in the wastelands
Herald the last standing
Obey the first born
Our world will be torn
Conflict - a movement of free
[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: Angy, April 2005]
[Fabban Latin chorus:]
Nihil Morte Certium!
Nihil Morte Certium!
Defective-arid-perspective
Aphonic-apostate-anthem
Liturgical chemical Psalm
Martyr crucified Plasma
Propeller ov insects/screens
Converter ov tubular engine
Valvular mechanism: infested!
Globular filters: meshed!
Under exposed organic trasmutation
Ensnared-enslaved-enshrouded-corroded flesh
Stench ov God, clinical deceit ov a doctrine
Proudly falling in transmission closedown
Ecstatic diving in heretical channel
Deeply drowning in the void ov disturbance
Stifling cells stun the structure
Myriad ov foresights on cosmic cross
Brimstone-ferrous breath near putrefying sweat
Decrepit denied humans play ground
The magic disposal: no order above borders
Magnetic axis invokes rusted nails
Inhale the sulphur - declare the virus
Optical restless disgust, The onward travel - a transcendent discover
Enraptured altered state - undefined measure: defined
Infinite drifting towards no land
Unbearable weight ov chains to dim
Craving for acid rains in oxidized veins
Decrepit denied humans play ground
The magic disposal: no order above borders
Magnetic axis invokes rusted nails
Standing near the great river
The italic Goddess of Death will press
The white father will be taken and imprisoned
Castle and palace will burn
The reign will last six thousand years
Then it will be destroyed
Two thousands years were vain, two thousands years were law
And two thousands will be malignant
Roma Divina Urbs - you'll be the light for us
Roma Divina Urbs - your sign we always await
Here we'll receive the king-destroyer, the Antichrist
Satan will free from stumps, 'cause one thousand years were completed
In your vales we'll raise the throne, to your honour we'll fight
Moist with myrtles, laurels and big beeches you will rise again
Roma Divina Urbs - cage of the hateful bird
Roma Divina Urbs - den of every impure spirits
You are the Hunger - brought by the starvings
We are the devourers - and mean is our presence
Blood symbol I kill, leading us over in pray God
Why am but like your body
Domain evil bright instinct
Do when the right in the main
- the sun
- why I am bright
Travelling on the cosmic weel
Death is just exit to the space
Everything is energy and...
Question of space & time
We make words extasy
No right no wrong no more fear
Sacred duality... and....
I try everything
I find everything
I have everything
Eternal current
Leave the moment
All the time have what create
Speak to the whole
I like everything
I leave everything
Eternal current
In the moment
All the time have what create
Imagine the godlike devil
Representing the thesis
Repress, redress and reform
Still together uniform
A new order of things is born
Culminating in an antithesis
Wish for a moribund equanimity
Released from earthly emancipation
Vivit et non vivit [he lives and he lives not]
No truthfulness, no nothing
It could never spare your life anyway
Give me symbolical antidote, refresh the blood
Daemon impetus, aria of a silent dream
Time and being, rendez-vous the flood
History bears witness of doctrinal screams
Semigod; for all what it's worth
Values; no pity, no fucking liability
Demigod; heading towards north
Morals; always behold the ambiguity
Honour the siege by he
Who's going to judge the living
And the dead and the world by fire
Antagonism, join the precepts of violence
Presence of flesh, of all that I gave you
Rotten to the core
Would you ever ask for more?
Vivit et non vivit [he lives and he lives not]
They said I was schizophrenic
Rebellion to a steady order
The mass kills empty containers
The mass smashes heads full of air
Those who try to escape from the gears of mediocrity
Neurotics, they call them
Those who want to be
Haldol interferes with the complex
Biomechanical activity of my nerve cells
Devastating effects: no joy... no joy, no colour, no feeling
My body doesn't react, my soul refuses to talk with me
Trapped in a shroud, my refuses justified the diagnosis
I swallowed Luvatran and I vomited my life
My psychosis was developing, they were making me mad
I was feeling disgusting: hatred for myself
Spontaneous explosions of violence - uncontrollable
Regurgitation of suffering
Remembrance of humiliations and blood
They sewed on me a heavy strait-jacket
Attraction-repulsion - obsession
Hatred for myself - self-mutilation
Me, horrible insect - brand of infamy
Banned from the mankind community
The Black Deicide
I’m merged into the shadows
Into an endless silence
Shut into the crypt of sorrow
Submitted to an altar
Blood! Blood! Blood!
I’m THE BLACK DEICIDE
A strange sensation
Penetrate into my mind
I want to escape
I want to die
Blood! Blood! Blood!
I’m THE BLACK DEICIDE
My soul is dead
My eyes are black
I’m starting now
My journey out
My shadow is different from me
It reflects the image of Satan
My eyes keep on watching
The glorious image of Satan
Blood! Blood! Blood!
Death to the lifeless, befall the death of their line
Consumed with absurdity, it will all be taken within time
Created to be desolate, a new way of life begins anew
Distorted daylight, it's darkness will reach the few
Combined catastrophe, the mindless soul dead
Born in the grave, a wretched life force-fed
Ex-sanguinary empowerment, now gains the insane
Usurping the chosen, destruction will now reign
We are all delusions in the eyes of God
[Solo Peter Michael Kolstad Vegem]
I am a perfect mask of pain
The violence of the poison twists my limbs
It deforms me, it knocks me over, look how the fire rises again!
They can't hear me, they're ghosts
Don't come nearer, I smell like burnt
Climb toward the final burst
I'm loosing hope, I wish for death
I am drowning in an amniotic liquid
A neverending whirlpool is dragging me down
My wings are melting and merging with plastic
I'm a nest in flames: I am burning
He sits down with holy fears and waters the ground with tears
Then humility takes it's root underneath his foot
Soon spreads the dismal shade of mystery over his head
And the caterpillar and the fly feed on the mystery
And it bears the fruit of deceit ruddy and sweet to eat
And the raven his nest has made in it's thickest shade
The Gods of the earth and sea sought through nature to find this tree
Every single thing is static
In my nightmares iron skeletons want to touch me
Huddled up in a corner I hear just my mourn of a man
That step by step turns into a kid's mourn, that step by step turns into a baby's mourn
That step by step turns into a fly's buzz... What am I now?
[Solo Hell:IO:Kabbalus]
His smell gives me nausea and it's impressed in my mind
In between the dream and the refuse of what dawn will bring
Wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! In the name of corruption
Wrong! and I did it again! Psychogrotesque fairytale
Wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! For all the puppets hanged down their lies
Wrong! and I did it again! Atavistic daily disgrace
Humanity - perpetual carnality / insanity - perpetual carnality
Wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! In the name of madness and free-doom
Wrong! and I did it again! Psychogrotesque fairytale
Wrong! and I did it again! Sacrifice! Spiritual harlotry
Not a sacred place! This place is cursed by God for sure!
See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed
Swarming stigma attaches, insane
Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily
Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply
Stone grown, growing in squares, light shines me through
Blindly finding, doubting, death's riddles, so true
[Saxophone by Marcello Balena]
Going to the asylum to learn how to die...
See them try to kill the pain, blackness fills the mind, decayed
Swarming stigma attaches, insane
Yesterday, truth despaired, my life, stolen easily
Trenched again, unfathomed thoughts, my grave deeply
[Vocals by Karyn Crisis]
I fly towards other rooms
They all look the same
But every single one of them is different
By the imprints they project in this astral space
They have different voices and different stories
Different screams, different microcosmos
They all reveal the echoes of men who've all lost their way, yet remain
If I could breathe the hate I found in humanity
I would be suffocated by it's virulent fogs
If I could live in my way - no mercenaries
I would count on the pain, the only thing I own
I am a man... I am without a leg
If I look down I realize that I don't even have the other one
I am a legless man and I don't have my left arm
I don't have the right one either and I have no spinal column
I have no hands... I don't have eyes... I don't have hair
There's a lack of nose and ears in my face, I can't see anything of me: I am a black fly
I am misery: I am nothing: you made me a "non-man" dear doctor world
And if I transgress against your catechism I hope many will follow me!
If I exist I am no one else: I don't acknowledge in me this equivocal pluralism
My subjectivity and the Creator it's way too much for just a brain
Total isolation
Rooms all the same
Empty glasses, puke and stains of blood
And the marks of scratches against silent walls
And I can still hear the screams of psychos
And I can still feel the blows
And the stink of medicines
And the screams of silence of endless nights
That neverending darkness
And that blinding white of the walls
Dozen and dozen of beings
Drag themselves with no sense
There are no mirrors
Nobody owns anything
It's like time has forgot to flow
Time with no meaning
I heard those voices inside me: you must die... slowly, slowly... where were them?
I could feel them coming to my brain
Mysterious nothing... multiproblematic reign
I couldn't contrast them
I tried to run, madly, even by night
I couldn't suffocate them
Those voices were leaking in me
Until they took every single corner of my mind
Until they became so deafening to feel the urge
Of screaming to shut them
The descent to this hell interspersed with attempts of escape
Of degradation and violence
Long years of horror - the horror of solitude: abandon...
And I banged with my fists to the walls
With hundredfold strength
In here men don't praise the evil
But they buy the good that they find inside of it
[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, March 2005]
Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos
(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all!
And the gates are open
Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos
(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all!
And the gates are open
[Cultoculus & M. Fabban chorus:]
Bellum omnium contra omnes
Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria
The Container is empty
The spirit start to explore the never ending valley
Where the dead-man walking touch the sun
Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril
Refugium Peccatorum
Peccatorum!
Air is dirty... radioactive and cold
Millions and millions of candles
Millions and millions of dead
Echoes from the terrestrial surface
Digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights
Generated from the earth's vomit
And the dead white man is walking
Immortal? down?
... when illusions lives through it's vis logica
Giving back to earth a useless projection
While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
Everything is moving down
In the meanders of the Planet Satan!!
Good and Evil's assemblage
Velocity and chaos
They can combine!!!
The world is his representation
The dead white man is not in the world
[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: M.Fabban, January 2004]
"The street is my world
And the real world that I've to deal with everyday,
Believe me... if I start to murdering people
There'll be none of you left"
[Charles Manson]
Everything is going to deteriorate more and more!
They buy futures,
They sell futures where there's no future!
Everybody is preparing to thread one finger
Into the ex-planet of God's ass
And then they taste it!
I am here with my nose in the earth
And I'm here from the beginning of times!
They cry and they needs help, but nobody is around
They are alone! They are the perfect sons of God!
There's nothing outside!
No illusions!
God likes to watch: he's a prankster!
He gives man instincts...
He gives this extraordinary gift
Just for fun!
He fix the rules in opposition:
Watch but don't touch,
Touch but don't taste,
Taste but don't swallow
And while you are jumping from one foot to the next
He's laughing!
[chorus:]
Bellum Omnium Contra Omnes
Bis Vincit Qui Se Vincit in Victoria
Et Satan Ridet!
Omnia est malis est!
Et Satan Ridet!
[Satan:]
I am here with my nose in the earth
And I'm here from the beginning of times!
I have cultivated every feelings men can try
My interest is for what men really desires and I never judged him
'cause I never refused him!
Even if he's full of damned imperfections
I'm a men fanatic!
I'm an humanist!
The last of humanists!
Everything, everything is mine!
This is my time!
This is our time!
Panic flights to death
[Music: Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, November 2002]
The planet is imploding
Ashes and death from the bowels
Dark and hard roar from outside
Unfaithful are dreaming to see the stars again
Executioners are dancing
Proclaiming the cult of suffering
Corpses are rising
Disheartened are going mad
Corpses are rising
The human pathetic game is over
Corpses are rising
Cadavers moves in a mysterious way
Corpses are rising
Secrets are burning
The planet is imploding
Ashes and death from the bowels
Dark and hard roar from outside
Blood is condensing
Armageddon is coming
Usque ad finem
Torment runs rampant
Through my insides
Still, numb heart
Lost, cold soul
Simply going through
Physical motions only
Broken, untended heart
Battered, dark soul
Internally I sleep
Longing to be buried
Beaten, stopped heart
Torn, crying soul
Pains so fierce
Needing to be put to rest
No more heart
No more soul
My heart to ashes
My soul to dust
Unconsciously awake
I am already dead.
[Music: M.Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, April 2005]
[Cultoculus spoken vocals:]
All the great things at the beginning
Must dress monstrous and terrifying masks
To impress their mark on humanity
All the great things at the beginning
Must dress monstrous and terrifying masks
To impress their mark on humanity
Listen children!
This is the sound of death!
In the long run we are all dead
Death... to stop sinning suddenly
Listen!
This is the sound of the panic!
The sound of the night?
Shamanic hysteria in a schizophrenic movement
Going down, down and down
In the meanders...
Have you never felt your soul?
Which is the colour of your suffering?
In the darkness we felt the final vision
... et Satan ridet...
... et Satan ridet...
... et Satan ridet...
This world... an energetic-creature
Without a beginning?
Without an end
... et Satan ridet...
... et Satan ridet...
... et Satan ridet...
This is the sound of the rebellion!
The world want to fight or to fuck
This is the sound of the rebellion!
To love or to kill
This is the sound of the rebellion!
... the ceremony has begun
This is the sound of the rebellion!
... men against men...
Total para venderla bajo costos, la regalo
Toma final, va, banco de escualos
Perdí el miedo a morir el resto es historia
No me puedes detestar más que yo mismo escoria
La puta droga nos señalo de por vida
No estoy por moda estoy por sanar mis heridas
Tu ya lo sabes mi saliva es curativa
Aquellas que me amaron tendrán la eternidad
Sin salida metido en un callejón
Adicto al conflicto yo contra la dirección
Yo contra la puta nación
Yo contra el mundo
Mil sensaciones por segundo sufre el ser profundo
Así es un día normal de abram
Adversidad, el laberinto donde salgo a entrenar
Cualquiera puede hablar, si cualquiera coge un micro
Pero no cualquiera lo escupe así de exquisito
Debe de ser porque me duele entender
Que solo contando mi dolor vuelvo a nacer
Debe de ser porque se de lo que hablo
Hablo de lo que se pregúntale al diablo
Estribillo x2
Se creen que querer es poder
Vienen sin saber entender
Tienen prisa por llegar y pocos logros
Ahora entenderán porque me sobro
Llevo el lemusín cristal entre rocas de hielo
Diamante incrustado en mi bling si está en mi pelo
Suelo que no piso sin volar que paradoja
Piel de oso polar, terciopelo, alfombra roja
Ese es el tipo de negocio que buscáis
Flipo con que el alma se os encoja, ¿me entendéis?
Cada silaba es un "eis" no os apartéis
A will me you cry, jurais
Yo pongo el play
¡aaah! está sonando
Mi rap la joya de la corona tu apariencia aparto
Estoy amando esto como cuando te dejan
Estoy llorando con pasión y con dureza
Soy un superviviente, un busca vidas
La calle es un montón de mierda y de mentiras
Mi gente es lo primero, los que me quedan
Los que no están sabes pronto se supera
Mira, quiéreme o te vas
Medias tintas a mi edad que va estas de más
Fluyo sobre el jazz, sobre soul o sobre todo
Fluyo más que el resto sudo rap por cada poro
Estribillo x2
Se creen que querer es poder
Vienen sin saber entender
Tienen prisa por llegar y pocos logros
Ahora entenderán porque me sobro
Quiero salir a matarme otra vez ¡maldita sea!
Noo, no se vivir libre ni con correas
¿qué? coño queréis de mí si nada espero
Vine a fluir, en estas tierras mi aguacero
Tormentas de enero cuando el agua ya escasea
Déjate llover encima olvida la pelea
Olvida que ayer perdiste y que no hay mañana
Del grano al presente intensamente lay forama
Mira ese pana como se lo chana exclaman
Mi interno drama, mi entorno conoce el mama
Mi último viaje de LSD, mi primera cana
Mi primer beso intenso, ultima noche insana
Salgo de la cama con ganas de hacerlo bien
Cojo el micro, sabiendo que suelo feten
Rap desde siempre, por siempre si no te mientes
Si aun notas ese cosquilleo de antaño aquí en el vientre
Por mis hombres y mujeres sigo amando cada trazo
Cada paso, estamos más cerca del ocaso
Cada paso, con el pozo de mis llantos que bebí
Se llevo flotando pequeñas partes de mi
A la deriva, así viví, así lo aprendí
Si, dije hasta aquí
Fue cuando vine, di y vencí
Yo soy así, cada día me acepto un poco
Un loco, y rompo todo lo que toco
Estribillo x2
Se creen que querer es poder
Vienen sin saber entender
Tienen prisa por llegar y pocos logros
Ahora entenderán porque me sobro
Tengo un diamante en la lengua me está matando
Lo estoy tallando cuando escribo me quebranto
Me duele tanto es como mi peor recaída
Rayo la locura, con su punta me atosiga
Me mata en vida, me ínsita a la autolesión
Por no cocerme la boca, sudo pasión
Bajo presión pero a quien le importa eso
Preso del exceso siempre caigo por mí peso
Siempre me levanto por inercia propia ¡claro!
No tienes trabajo man, yo nunca estoy en paro
Currando en esto tan duro como un minero
A 600 metros bajo el ego extraigo acero
Escupo al micro con dureza, rezan
Muchos ahí fuera cuando asomo la cabeza
Pesa llevar a cuestas este armazón
Por eso cada verso reboza intensión
¡aaah! un hombre, una misión
La visión de un perfeccionista tras mi dicción
La tensión de un loco que no salva ni su corazón
La traición del resto por brillar en cada oración
No importa nada cuando dejas todo por rapear con una daga
Cuando el rap te da su amor el resto es falso
Yo te doy mi vida tu me pagas con aplausos
Esta es la salida de mi cárcel de cal
Mezclar saliva y amonal, herida y sal
Desde que escribí final fatal
Hasta que hiere, hijo de la calle
Lebuqe insignia de la plebe
Sobre estas frases con amor nacieron lágrimas
En forma de cristal, de bohemio aquí en mis laminas
Brotes de sinceridad hechan fuertes raíces
Espinas que abrazo sin miedo mis directrices
Quise ser libre, me encontré con este mundo
Quise ser alguien, me golpeo un vacio rotundo
Soñé un amor profundo, y sembré dolor
Quise ser un buen MC pero soy el mejor
Estribillo x2
Se creen que querer es poder
Vienen sin saber entender
Tienen prisa por llegar y pocos logros
Están hablando mierda... No saben... No saben que?
Rap por nor-ma
Bum clap, bom-ba
Tick-tack, click-clack
Wack-shak
A-B-R-A-M
Si cojo un beat de este calibre éstas muerto
R-A-P caída libre por cierto
Perros expertos te darán tu merecido
Click-clap bum! Estas jodido
Nacido en la claridad del asfalto
Como el matador, partimos de cero
Ahora primeros en tu receptor
Forjados bajo el calor del flexo y el de un foco
Pienso, escribo, escupo, ¡exploto!
Biiiim, te ahorcamos como a Husein
Un patrón simplon y en tu cuello se funde el bling
Este fin del chim-chim con mi hermano Nacho
Alicante dream team, en el magna despacho
Golden, texar, ron, barcelo
Timba de póker con el resto de bro's
Estamos tranquilos el trabajo lo respalda
Ensayando cada rima hasta que se clava en tu espalda
Como un puñal, mi rap nace en las entrañas
Peña que dice el mejor directo de España
No importa lo que digan, mis Adidas no patinan
Mi partida es contra mí, mi respeto es por mis niggas
[Estribillo]
Cuando giro la espalda escucho, bla bla bla!
Cuando hablan en parques suena, bla bla bla!
Cuando parto las tablas hacen, bla bla bla!
Cuando miro a la cara... nah de nah de nah
Cuando entro en la web escupen, bla bla bla!
Mucho por internet gallito, bla bla bla!
Que si Abram y tal, que si Abram y cual
Que si bla bla bla, nah de nah de nah!
No estoy atento a tanto tonto actúan a tientas
Tratan de truncar la trayectoria de éste prenda
Dudo que me ofendas, a quejarte ascienda
No me toquen la polla, ¿Zeta te das cuenta?
Harían cualquier cosa por sacarme del juego
Pero, pero, me papeo sus egos
Mero, mero, quiero, quiero, pan para los míos
Siempre a Jah le ruego
Cero, cero, todos a mi izquierda
Fuego, fuego, tensando la cuerda
Me gusta lo que hago y yo caigo que la clavo
Puristas son esclavos de cuadri-cuadriculados
Dogmas más pasados que el puto evangelio
Cuando cojo el micro claro estoy Hablando Serio
Solo por joderte hago mejor rap que tu gente
Va, estoy de coña, me la sudas igualmente
Punto y aparte mi aporte es importante
Hablo lo que escuchas en la calle soy de antes
De maquetas en la red, pendientes con brillantes
Soy de cartas contra enero, soy de ghetto blaster
[Estribillo x 2]
Cuando giro la espalda escucho, bla bla bla!
Cuando hablan en parques suena, bla bla bla!
Cuando parto las tablas hacen, bla bla bla!
Cuando miro a la cara... nah de nah de nah
Cuando entro en la web escupen, bla bla bla!
Mucho por internet gallito, bla bla bla!
Que si Abram y tal, que si Abram y cual
