Nettlethrone
Dissonant Progression
2008 Ghostwall Records
01 The Cynical Code
02 Aesthetics Of A Dead Art
03 Preaching The Crisis Discipline
04 A Vindication
05 In Five Seconds We Shall Fall
06 Inertia
07 Sewn Shut Eyes
08 Within These Walls
09 Nine Hundred Days
10 Prayers Go Unheard
THE CYNICAL CODE
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AESTHETICS OF A DEAD ART
Martyrs lie in the graves of deceit
Scorned by hate, in pestilent defeat
Once proud puppets of hypocrisy
Spoiled bodies, laid down on their knees
Crimson dawns charged with a-bombs
Behind the walls men disguised in green
Slaughter of the innocence
For the profit of the vile
First bury a man, then a nation
Millions are expandable
Once found ethics of virtue
Lost in the faceless felony
They know, they lie, they die
In the name of god
They knew, they lied, they died
How would you pay their blood?
Warmongering for centuries
The aesthetics of a dead art
Bring it down, take what once ours
The aesthetics of a dead art
Mark our words, raise your fists
Your tyranny ends here
Harnessed men stand their ground
This is how we'll bring you down
Years of crumbling mirth
Make them a distant memory
As they stretch down the strings
Pull them down, take their wings
Martyrs lie in the graves of deceit
Scorned by hate, in pestilent defeat
Once proud puppets of hypocrisy
Spoiled bodies, laid down on their knees
Mark our words, raise your fists
Your tyranny ends here
Harnessed men stand their ground
This is how we'll bring you down
PREACHING THE CRISIS DISCIPLINE
In the middle of the amaranthine garden
Bodies struggling to get hold of a throat
To catch, cut and put a stop to this madness
If only they could clutch their fingers
Tombstones do not look for a name anymore
The last words of the dead are long forgotten
These roads become our graves
And amber white lines are headstones
As harmony is built upon the dead
Bodies struggling to get hold of a throat
To catch, cut and put a stop to this madness
They know the history is written in blood
They know that these killers shall not stop
Neither flags nor frontiers have changed the meaning of death
Blood cleanse their machine brains
As they crucify each and every human being
They advance, to choose their war machines once again
Use the crossword and select your weapon
Terror, humanity, reason, famine, democracy, degradation
Shall a spark of hellfire bury the hearts bestowed
A VINDICATION
Marks of inferiority stain our hearts
We'll shatter the shackles of prejudice
Intolerant leaders and their loyal pack
We'll deliver them out truth
In dying days we walk and shout
Through downtrodden nations
With one voice with one ideal
No colour and race leads us to dissent
We'll unite in the name of reason
Above the ruins of avarice
We'll rise with the banner of passion
Resolution through mercy
Mercy through integrity
What we've loved, we all sacrificed
For the greater good of humanity
This wall-less prison
Holds us in a state of fear
Who are you dictate us?
We refuse to be your slave
IN FIVE SECONDS WE SHALL FALL
What glorified aim can keep us in line?
Which grand design shall bring peace to us?
One by one, each generation
Drawn into the constant conflict
Breed in animosity, an ambition driven vendetta
Left us with wandering eyes that see no future
Five more seconds and your world shall crumble
Our saviors await at the silver screens
Outshine with the light of collision they praise our martyrs
It is the humanity's hour of sleep that scorches the earth
Five more seconds and our world shall fall apart
What glorified aim can keep us in line?
Which grand design shall bring peace to us?
The little great men of vanity
Struggle to secure their thrones
Inferior minions without compassion
Marching through a parade of aversion
The lies, they feed on them
Venal products of a corrupt system
The diversion of truth they've led
I'll-founded fabrics of an illusion
INERTIA
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SEWN SHUT EYES
Bury your head into the earth
Take a look at the world from here
Open your eyes without doubt
Can you see it clearer now?
The last flower you took from the soil
All of your fears become real
Run to the blade that will cut your throat
Coldness of steel may ease your pain
By your hands, generations lost
You won't get a quick death, bastard
The last drop of water you drank
All of your fears become real
Eyes set to see
Hands far from the kill
The red in the sky
It was ours, now bring it back
This is the end of our age
The sun will never set again
An aimless world rolling through chaos
Purity, in essence, is lost
WITHIN THESE WALLS
Every time I gaze at these walls
Memories perpetuate my suffering
Misguided by a blind devotion
Scorned by the failure of ages
Oh, sweet touch of insanity
Echoes in my reclusive mind
I salt my wounds with the truth
As I cut myself to bleed again
What chained me to this moment of confusion?
Feasting on my conscious with bitter paranoia
What holds me back from bringing down these walls?
My feeble mind failing me in the end
Every time I clench my fists
I see that the walls are closing in
Petrified and disheartened
My soul is broken with fear
Oh, sweet touch of insanity
Echoes in my reclusive mind
I salt my wounds with the truth
As I cut myself to bleed again
Now I'm lost, I'm naked, I'm depraved, I'm blind
Within these walls, the truth is lost
NINE HUNDRED DAYS
Nine hundred days of constant pain
Reoccuring nightmares without a break
All these things I've left to recollect
Found them broken longing for my past
Agonizing seclusion
Crippling my senses with distress
Burn this remembrance
I've burned these bridges (without regret)
Waiting, calling, praying, craving
One more day, one more night
One more year and it will be gone
Tension will drag you down
Crawling like a snake under your skin
Let the worms slither in your eyes
There is nothing left to see
One year from now on
I'll start to see again
All these mistakes I've made
They won't chase me for another day
PRAYERS GO UNHEARD
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