Bloodthirsty Consciousness Of The Soul

Continuous pressure on the chest
Everything and nothing dominate the way
Every drop of blood
Is a nail in my grave
Hope is for cowards
The pain lies in the strong
I try to survive in a thousand ways
When surviving leads me to death

You want every thing in me
And not really know that I am your doom
Maimed again and again
I see through the eyes of death

You fear what you see
When you should fear yourself
Within each one
Lies the most terrible end
Where everything dies
Where life drowns
You find the meaning
Bloodthirsty consciousness of the soul

I believe in everything that has condemned me
Anger, pain, revenge
I'm calm violence
Waiting for the storm cometh
Always fall into my own traps
Years of suffering have taught me
The mind of a man is a privilege
And a conviction

Chaos is the kingdom
In which my being moved like a king
In which respect was shown for me
The chaos of seeing no life

Where everything dies
Where life drowns
You find the meaning
Bloodthirsty consciousness of the soul

Words that enclose me a little more into myself, making me disappear for no reason
Again I manage myself to drown deep inside a brain butchered years ago

I owe my life to those
To whom I owe my death

The Void

Sons of The Void
Embrace your empty faith
Witness the era of darkness
You have brought to earth

The beasts claim their lost title at the doors of our houses
They also see our civilization fall at our feet
We have made of the intellectual incompetence
The act of honor of every day
We fall into a pit dug with our own hands
Meanness comes to cover all possible output
In each body there is a void to fill
In each mind remains nothing to kill

There won´t be an awakening
All the humanity is drowning
The flesh falls off the knowledge
It seeks in stupidity for the hedge
Empty lifes in empty minds
Invisible are the ties that bind
Self-imposed mental block
Humanity has left no hours in the clock

Sons of The Void
Embrace your empty faith
Witness the era of darkness
You have brought to earth
Sons of The Void
A race of involution
Clear your wicked minds
The nothing is the pollution

Each step to take is a step backwards
The sky threatens to anger over us
Reasoning has lost its base in humanity
What sets us apart underneath us today
We are the beasts who claim what is theirs
We reduce to primal instincts our understanding
The evolution of man over his fellow has dead
Intelligence has no more room nor wings to spread

There won´t be an awakening
All the humanity is drowning
The flesh falls off the knowledge
It seeks in stupidity for the hedge
Empty lifes in empty minds
Invisible are the ties that bind
Self-imposed mental block
Humanity has left no hours in the clock

The Void is our reign

The Void is the reign in which we have been mired for letting our ability to misunderstand overcome our understanding, the place into all that differentiated the reason from the instinct has gone, where we succumbed to our own poor intelligence as a race. Where we shall lie dead forever.

Sons of The Void
Embrace your empty faith
Witness the era of darkness
You have brought to earth
Sons of The Void
A race of involution
Clear your wicked minds
The nothing is the pollution

The Void is

Our fate

20-9-13-5

Known to man is an unattainable concept for its understanding
Where the vast oceans are made of indivisible particles
Where there is no concept as such in that reality
Because the primary principle of accounting is lost in the infinity

We exist because we die
All comes down to the encrypted 20-9-13-5
Where vision is lost in the immensity
Where minds are emptied in insanity
We had to mean nothing, mere seconds
Infinitesimal particles of a whole
We are created and we create
To the 20-9-13-5 we are slaves

We try to control what we fear
When we know death lurks near
The impossibility of understanding drives us to despair
It makes us be gaps in time
We believe what we see
But we don´t see what time makes us be
We are at the mercy of a superior being
The mercyless vaccum of a God´s dream

We walk along a marked trail
We´ve been built to fail
From the first second to the last
The beginning has brought an end
We are nothing in the eyes of time
20-9-13-5 sees, we are blind
We destroy in order to leave a mark
Time will heal our scars

Conceived in a world where we do not control the beginning or the end, we are committed to not understand our own beginning or end and die to become part of the vastness of time. The 20-9-13-5.