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album  : The Unspoken King
groupe : Cryptopsy
sortie   : 2008

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01- Worship Your Demons
02- The Headsmen
03- Silence The Tyrants
04- Bemoan The Martyr
05- Leach
06- The Plagued
07- Resurgence Of An Empire
08- Anoint The Dead
09- Contemplate Regicide
10- Bound Dead
11- (Exit) The Few

Worship Your Demons

Plead
To be released in your void,
Which has consumed
Us far too many times before.
We promised ourselves
That we wouldn't succumb
To the dissonance.
This fractured state, has
Engulfed, our, sense of,
Worth
Beg
So polished,you're
Gleaming with light.
Too tempting,
Resisting with all our might.
Blinded soul
On a misguided flight.
Silence the, demons lethal appetite.
Seeking refuge from this
Burden which has all but,
Torn and worn us to shreds.
This blinding conclusion,
Has diverted the inevitable.
Guiding us back to you.
Focus on the pain,
Our only fragment of reality.
Wade through this disdain,
The only sanctity we've ever contained.
Worship your demons,let
Them mold and guide you.
Worship your demons, but
Do not let them inside you.
Worship your demons,let
Them mold and calm you.
Worship your demons but,
Do not let them control you.
This fractured state, has
Engulfed, our, sens of,
Worth
BEG

The Headsmen

Eradicate them all now.
We, we have been far too lenient,
But your torment must suffice,
Worthless years of achievements,
Have lead us to this sacrifice.

Annihilate the chosen and so without remorse or sorrow.
Anecdotes are for fools you must be abdicate
Your grief throughout,
This viral process.
We have been far too lenient,
But your torment must suffice,
Worthless years of achievements,
Have lead us to this sacrifice.

Once we have come of age,
We shall be lead to the slaughter.
This is done without question,
For it is simply a matter of evolution.
Silence your consciences,
For this is irreplaceable.
Embrace our impermanence, for we all are perishable.
Throughout the celebration we recite the
Arguments in our favour.
Silence your consciences,
For this is irreplaceable.
Embrace our impermanence, for we all are perishable.

Throughout the ceremony we recite the arguments in our favour.
Leading us to decide termination must be designed.
Declined.
We, we have been far too lenient,
But your torment must suffice,
Worthless years of achievements,
Have lead us to this sacrifice.

We will not, redefine, nor we will reinstate.

Neglect and abandonment will not suffice,
Exasperating circumstances, have lead us straight,
Through the underbelly of this place.
Silence your consciences,
For this is irreplaceable.
Embrace our impermanence, for we all are perishable.
Idleness, ignorance, innocent, venial, demented,
Slanderous, credulous, insolent.

When will you see that we have done what must be in order to live.

Silence The Tyrants

Idolize the compromised lifestyle we
Have depicted for ourselves.
Organized to sanctify the resistance
We're consistently served.

Strive, strive, to rectify.

Throughout the ages we have confined
Ourselves within these brainwashed lies
We've broken, through this severed wound, which has been.

Burnt, burnt, and restructured.

Silence, the tyrants, before they condemn us all.
Silence, the tyrants, in order, to sanctify.
Silence, the tyrants,
I will not, be able to swallow,
Your predetermined guilt.
You seem, so hollow, as your senses begin to slip.
Beaten, and paralyzed, tormented, and left to die.

You've been born into this, so there's no use to resist.
We now have a common goal, which is to unleash your soul.

Each passing hour, allows you to dive deeper.
Your consciousness is fading, as the light begins to regress.

I see, all your efforts, failing.
All your pain, has been endured for nothing.
Beneath your screams you're whimpering.
To be relieved of this burden you are
Wearing, which you are holding.

You've sacrificed for what...

Beaten, and paralyzed, tormented, and left to die.
Beaten, and paralyzed, tormented, and left alone to die.

Silence, the tyrants,
Before they condemn us all.
Silence, the tyrants, in order,
To cleanse, ourselves, from our filthy world.

Bemoan The Martyr



Leach



The Plagued



Resurgence Of An Empire



Anoint The Dead



Contemplate Regicide



Bound Dead



(Exit) The Few