The Zealot

by Pestilent Reign

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released January 3, 2016

Thanks to our families, Andreas Kröner, Felix Bertoli, Frederik Hruza, Plagueborne, Ichorid, Theropoda, Jesus the stoner, EZ Drummer and REAPER.

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Track Name: Blight
Eternal blight,
the conjuration of disease.
Smirched by disgust,
crimson rites of epiphany.

Gaping eyesockets
weeping blood, atter and tears,
emptily gazing,
face contorted severly with pain.

Living putridity.
Rotting alive.
Sodomistic apathy.
Torture and decay.

This salted earth
won't carry any entities,
foul and diseased,
limbs torn off and chopped apart.

Living putridity.
Rotting alive.
Sodomistic apathy.
Torture and decay.
Track Name: Ouroboros
One day the sun was bleeding,
i saw convolving limbs
surrounding malformed entrails,
the sound of delirious screams.

A cut through enlightened spaces,
knowledge, peace and esteem.
Existence in defiance
of all our devine rules.

All temples soaked by atter,
the ground covered by guts,
spastic dark divinations:
Doctrines - vomiting blood.

Tidings spread by ignoramus,
sung so hoarse in childish voice.
My hands are lamed and swollen,
from covering deafened ears.

I saw the circles spinning,
an Ouroboros of malady.
Kings are gulping their own children
and beheading enemies.

A cut through enlightened spaces,
knowledge, peace and esteem.
Existence in defiance
of all our devine rules.

All temples soaked by atter,
the ground covered by guts,
spastic dark divinations:
Doctrines - vomiting blood.

You'll see yourself choking
on bones you've revealed,
in acts of selfdestruction
led by your endless greed.

Hands chopped off in the name of hallows, prophets and belief.
Whipped, strangeld, raped and stoned. Religion's equal peace.
Martyrs burnt and crucified, pain as their legacy.
Fuck their altars, fuck their thrones. there's no divinity

This is the Ouroboros.
Praise the Ouroboros.

One day the sun was bleeding,
i saw convolving limbs
surrounding malformed entrails,
the sound of delirious screams.

I saw the circles spinning,
an Ouroboros of malady.
Kings are gulping their own children
and beheading enemies.
Track Name: The Zealot
Your god gave us dead earth,
sorrow turned into depravity,
bowing before idols,
hoping for eternity.

Wasting human lives
for any bliss or any transcendence.
Solidarity-
highest good of our century?

Same nonsense in a different time,
an other name but the same crimes.

Believers of the one true god,
burying their kin in unmarked holes.

Civilian's tears and blood are shed,
the goal is peace, the price is death.

Benevolence through bombs and knives,
the zealot with his empty eyes.

You filthy maggot,
you're spineless,
gape into paradise.
You're on your knees,
praying for devine delight.

Prevent unfolding,
it's forbidden
because of written lies.

If there's a god, he will smite us all.

Belief the savior for personal failure.
You're unable to live on your own,
not succesful, society excludes you,
grab your gun and the scripture.

The spirit of charity rides a red horse,
he's followed by hunger, plague and death.
Every of your idols belongs to them.
Craving for human sacrifice.

You'll bow and scream if divinity exists.
The lord's your strength and shield?
He shall be the rock that shatters your limbs
when he questions your belief.

Terrorize, crucify, missionize and sodomize.
Global war, inquisition, genocide and jihad.

Your god gave us dead earth,
sorrow turned into depravity,
bowing before idols,
hoping for eternity.

Wasting human lives
for any bliss or any transcendence.
Solidarity-
highest good of our century?

Same nonsense in a different time,
an other name but the same crimes.

Believers of the one true god,
burying their kin in unmarked holes.

Civilian's tears and blood are shed,
the goal is peace, the price is death.

Benevolence through bombs and knives,
the zealot with his empty eyes.