1. |
Prima
02:44
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2. |
Negation of Life
04:26
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I used to think…that
I’d give my life…for
Your paradise…but
It’s rotten, free of freedom…
I...won’t…be bought…won’t be caught…in peddler’s circle
Held my head to the ground
I thought I…
Could direct my mind
I said I…
Would stop myself
From being…
Something you…possessed
Nothing…
Wasn’t worth a damn but I hold my head up
Can you say you lived your life well…
Or were a slave to pleasure
You brought me here…to
Sell me my own…soul
With a crooked smile…drop
Coins in my hand with a blade behind your back
You…can’t…forget…what it means…to be unfettered
Held my head to the ground
I thought I…
Could direct my mind
I said I…Oh God…
Would stop myself
From being…
Something you…possessed…why…(hold into bridge)
Throw it off…your peace is strangling me…
Pain…there’s no life with-out pain…
I thought I knew, but I…
Held my head to the ground
I thought I…
Could direct my mind
I said I…
Nothing…
Wasn’t worth a damning second of your time
Worthless…
Living for a god that you cannot even name
Functionless…
Beyond a thought for function
Merciless…
In protecting what you’ve got.
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3. |
Oerbeeldsgebed
05:05
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The forests shake their leaves
In laughter and the rain begins
Claps in victory and joy, its parent
Wearing away in death and rebirth
Tempting waves with adolescent
Charm and self-fantasy, daring the
Tides to turn and the wind to fall
Praying to a beautiful olden image of
Light for darkness to stay away
Or the strength to carry the fire
All certainty and truth is only there
And only then, but never beautiful
…like a pleading star to the morn
The forests shake their leaves
In laughter and the rain begins
Claps in victory and joy, its parent
Wearing away in death and rebirth
Tempting waves with adolescent
Charm and self-fantasy, daring the
Tides to turn and the wind to fall
Praying to a beautiful olden image of
Light for darkness to stay away
Or the strength to carry the fire
All certainty and truth is only there
And only then, but never beautiful
Splintered wood on the shore
The blooded deck in pieces
The wind howls through the boughs
Of trees blind to the sorrow of man
…like a pleading star to the morn
Light cascading shapes the revelation of existence
The wind seeks to spread the breath of life
The waters fill the veins of an ancient being
The fragments form the mold which harbours the beauty of life...
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4. |
What Cannot Be Given
04:44
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See the fire
In the east
On the wind
Smell the burning
Hills…see the clouds
A signal…of change
Worship…at the
Source... Eter-
-nal…
What can you offer to me…
That I cannot simply take
Hear the water
From the sky
Douse the flame
Leave the land…
Naked…and burnt
But free…to start a-
-new…from the start from the
Source…Eter-
--nal…
What can you offer to me…
That I cannot simply take
Don’t you feel useless
Don’t you feel useless now…
…that I have risen from my knees
Taken my neck from the block
The axe in your hand cannot obey
'Cause I handed it to you and I’ll rip it away
We’ll run back to where it began way back when
It was all so innocent and we felt so content
To let you dictate how we should progress
Through this labyrinth, these tunnels, this dark…
…forest, the shadow in my mind
This place to get lost in time after time
This canopy that blocks the only light
But the moon will shine through,
Will freeze the blood…
Worshipping, waiting for, wondering about the path that is but eter-
-nal…
What can you offer to me…
That I cannot simply take
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5. |
In Die Luminis
07:18
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Dreading for the end the time has come
To be written on the stone for all to see
And the truth reveals the secrets locked within
For the slaves’ revolt against the snake begins
Wake up to the whispering of their lies
You have been a mental slave
Compressed within a mental cage
The light begins to shine until your consciousness aligns
To the sun you pray, that only god of yours - the day
No more time to weep, no more time to sleep
No more time to hide away
Now fear consumes the wicked ones
They plea with all the golden suns
As the slaves begin to plunder
So can be heard the roaring thunder
Screaming for some salvation from this perfidious damnation
This will be their final malicious incarnation
Shadows in mist now wonder where is suffering created
Now erred into a twist of fate remorseless souls release their hate And rise in the power of their unity
And create a utopian bliss
No more will we suffer at the hands of propagation
Now our eyes are peeled to the wretched truth revealed
The blood of man is sealed in freedom
The rise of order relieves the steeple, the perception of an equal
Now fear consumes the wicked ones
They plea with all the golden suns
As the slaves begin to plunder
So can be heard the roaring thunder
Screaming for some salvation from this perfidious damnation
This will be their final malicious incarnation
You release the light into your mind
Release them from the filth intertwined
Rise to the honor and glory of your promise
Live for the purpose of existence liberated
It’s all a dream
Life hasn’t yet begun
Soon I’ll awaken
Sun replace the moon again
I was never here,
At least not yet
The blood an illusion
The sign that I choose life instead
Who can wake them now
Withered serpents asleep on rusted nests of gold…
Falling to the ground
Crushed beneath the weight they take upon themselves…
An iron clad dream…
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6. |
Glory of What?
04:34
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All the horror is in just this that there is no horror
You fool yourself with your dynamic conformity and the new ethic of the copy and clone
An embodiment of economic function reduced to a hedonist deprived of the actual
Seize a personality, take on an existence
For the greater glory, greater glory of what?
All the horror is in just this that there is no horror
Led astray by man's close to infinite appetite for destruction
Taken hold of by the irrelevant
What you must realise is that they do not want to know
Seize a personality, take on an existence
For the greater glory, greater glory of what?
A bed of Procrustes...severed and stretched...to fit their morals
Herd poisoning
Led astray by man's close to infinite appetite for destruction
Taken hold of by the irrelevant
What you must realise is that they do not want to know
Following the pointless regime without any substance
Based on their own greed
They linger in the sins of their own filthy egos
Without any remorse
Realisation that can come to any soul
In their own hands is their salvation
If they face themselves
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7. |
Perception Unveiled
03:15
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For how can creatures so bold, so bright
Be regarded as animal by those claiming sight
The boundless crusade of their spiritual lies
Flickering and flashing before your eyes
Illusion, delusion
Where do you go?
Seclusion, confusion
Where are you now?
Suppression, depression
What is your fate?
Digression, regression...
When will you see the true power of lot
Breaks through when you let go of have and have not
Turning your back on the ones who deny
Refusing the lies forcing you to comply
Illusion, delusion
Where do you go?
Seclusion, confusion
Where are you now?
Suppression, depression
What is your fate?
Digression, regression...
Seemingly open to new ways of life
Forgetting the programming causing you strife
Leading an army against the machine, Wondering if this is all just a dream
Awakening from the nightmares of greed Shackling the creatures from reaping the seed
The masters cannot all hide…the masters are now in divide…
Rise…
And you will rise!
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8. |
Life or Coin
04:09
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A soul placed deep into the abyss
Driven mad by the serpent’s lair
And the race like the play of swords
Feasting on the wound sea, the dew for the worthy fire
Strike the hand that offers
And bite the hand that feeds
Glory lies all but in the fire
Of lonesomeness and greed
Tear the flesh with no thought
To the consequence of feeding
To the point of gluttony
In a world where can be enough
The furnace churns and blackens
The bellows worked by dirty palms
The sickness and the serpent still
Are worshipped in the garden…
…Are worshipped in the garden
A fool is a man with a gold coin
In a desert
He sells the water in his soul
For sand
One day he will lie in a coffin
In the ground
Sand as much worth as gold all around
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9. |
End of Everything
05:20
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That loving memory of
Forever
That wakes your soul from the shadow of
Time
A requiem for a
Dream that mirrors…flesh
Hope is the whip that
Drives you, to
Another step
To a heavier
Burden
Anguish
Shepherd of the gods
Fear
Creator of every need
Never
Let me go
Let me know
What could be
If I dared
What is the purpose to wandering the Earth
If not to uncover the worth
Of the true being…
Free of all want, free of all need…
Nothing of value has any worth
And peace…
We have always belonged
In the forests…with the wind
Darkened clouds on the horizon and the lightning breaks into the stillness
Never
Let me go
Let me know
What could be
If I dared
Hope is the whip that
Drives you, to
Another step
To a heavier
Burden
Anguish
Shepherd of the gods
Fear
Creator of every need
Never
Let me go
Let me know
What could be
If I dared
Never…
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Thread of Omen Cape Town, South Africa
Thread of Omen is a melodic death metal band from Durbanville, South Africa, formed in
2013.
Discography:
Palace of the Fathers (2015)
Vindicta (2017)
Members:
Victor van den Heever - Vocals
Stian Etsebeth - Lead guitar
Matthew Cox - Rhythm Guitar
Marius Vercuiel - Bass
Jonathan Burgers - Drums
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