Hate Procession

by Bloodline

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The masquerade now ends and the garments are cast aside The dragon has awakened and a ravenous hunger burns inside Open wide to empty your womb, putrid jaws will grant the infant a razorblade tomb Blinded eternally by the illusions of light You do not recognize what stands before you Attempt to cage it, attempt to break it You are doomed to feed the therion I am the devil, the devil who dances his waltz with the world as his bride I am the hammer, the hammer which strikes into the soul of a degenerate age I am the fire, the fire which sweeps the earth and sets hearts ablaze I am the dragon, the dragon who lurks beyond the stars Bear witness to the great becoming... bear witness to the great becoming... I am the devil, the devil who dances his waltz with the world as his bride I am the hammer, the hammer which strikes into the soul of a degenerate age I am the fire, the fire which sweeps the earth and sets hearts ablaze I am the dragon, the dragon who lurks beyond the stars To feed upon their misery, To ascend through a feast of carnal delights This is the great becoming, this is the great undoing This is the great becoming, this is the great undoing The masquerade now ends
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Hear me slaves of the sun that never sets, oppressed citizens of the all seeing eye You who long for the realm beyond the stars, yet swarming like vermin among the concrete tombs Children of the dysgenic media raise your hands, servants of the tyrant king step forth into the light Rejoice in rapture for your will is to be done, may a million voices speak as one We defy the order of the parasite, we long for death and eradication We are the awaken in this nightmare world and our bloodline calls for retaliation Can you hear the deathmoans in the empire of the eye? Echoes from the pulpits, as the kings stagnate and die Hearts were poisoned by the lie which was never told, uttered as the first light, blazed in the age of thee old We call for the reign of death to turn into ash, as the foundations fall and armories forver clash We won't let the failing star guide our way, as we set out to kill a world gone astray Sing for us the songs of war and silence without end, let the tide of Hell reap the lands from all life May the kingdom come from the sea of the ever dead, let the night spread out its wings when the beast is forever fed The city of gold succumbs to the storm of steel and hate, let the mourning walls crumble as winds of fire descend Kill their warriors, their peasants, their leaders and their spawn, for we are the rays of the shining new dawn We defy the order of the parasite, we long for death and eradication We are the awaken in this nightmare world and our bloodline calls for retaliation
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The Stampede 02:29
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Assume, move and appear like silver through rituals of sordid gesture The godflesh of repetition unfolds Hide, silence and fear Spasms Currents of nothing Feel nothing Poison everything The lashes rip through eons of doctrine Become contamination The scales, lamp and knife of the revolution called freedom have died Flies on the wisdom, flies on the soil we call blood, day of the vulture Day of the vulture... day of the vulture... day of the vulture... Rearrange, extract and modify Exorkizein Lamenting the flesh, it loathes you Salutations o' ass of the world There is no will but the greed that feeds you There is no will but the greed that feeds you
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Tremble armies of the heavens, your kingdom has come to its end Chain the hearts of your children, for I intend to lead them astray Harvest the rage of the rebellious tide... Commence... Commence... Crush the keepers of the tyrant, no longer their beast shall be fed Through the blinding of countless souls, through the silencing of thousand songs We call the fire to redeem us and to drown the world in its cleansing tide To drown the world in its cleansing tide The flower of treason shall bloom no more, the wave of freedom shall reach its shore Just like the emperors of past have lead the way, better to burn alive then fight another day We shall cloak the stars, we shall burn your world Pathetic creation, we are the reaper's blade We are the reaper's blade
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Total Peace 02:55
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This our second harbringer of the apocalypse.

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released July 17, 2009

Wredhe - Guitars (lead), Vocals
Wrathyr - Vocals
Dödskommendanten - Electronics, Vocals
Nigris - Bass
Sasrof - Guitars, Programming

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Bloodlines ambition is to take it’s listener on a somber yet powerful journey through the dark heart of mankind.

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