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Inferi Sententia

by Shadow Of Intent

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It came from the magellenic cloud And spewed forth dark light Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms Not death but something more He swept us right off of our feet And caressed the worlds with crimson flame Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms Not death but something more When the sun withers and dies, and the darkness takes whole When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous Will burn our holy fucking ecumene to the ground Eviscerate the beast where he stands And sever each limb with precision Each system and it's sentience will be ingested To construct new worlds for his deadened empire We can keep this secret from you no more The time has come for us to defend our stars... Our branch of the orion arm And all other life that exists among us Rise my prometheans It is time for us to wage war Let us shatter their bones And let the skies rain course with their blood Relish in the miamsa, their rotting stench And let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire For if we face defeat This will be just the prelude of our bereavement
2.
Only maggots remember the mark you left in the dirt Crawling, Swarming, Gestating through your lifeless girth Entombed in perdition, your blood begins to seep Agonizing torture, disregarded by the living you reap Only memories of screams infect the brain Forced to disregard the endless pain The eternal fire commands your soul to torture In the land of the damned, blood is the only moisture Behold the demon flames cauterizing away their names Fire seizing the day Bestowed below are those to blame And sealed for an eternity in an unbreakable tomb Force-feeding the excrement and vomit from a conglomerate mesh to the newborn
3.
I am the great thinker The infallible speaker of our decimation The prophet of armageddon The defilement of mankinds innocence is like all others before it withers Many before you have drowned in the abyss of ignorance and lies Walking through ash and fire toward's a casket of the transformed My skin is peeling, my eye sight fading My body has contorted before the monument of our sins Our bodies will be brought forth to behold the great icon of angels, holding scabbards to our throats I tremble not, nor plead mercy, from such punishable guilt For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt This deed shall not be undone Our armor will be crafted of their tissue My body has contorted, but still I tremble not Nor plead mercy from such punishable guilt For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt You must perish of famine and the galaxy must be cleansed of your grime The didact has faced legions of the most evil of masses And discovered the secret of humanity for himself Humanity had unleashed pure hell across the barren lands of charum hakkor Known as the primordial, supposed to be the last of the kind we had overthrown But I would not submit, No I would die at the hands of my own first But, alas, their answer was at hand There must be another way But the beast, it spoke to me "We meet again, my foulest creation I am the last of those who gave you purpose, I am the last, you ruthlessly destroyed I am the last of the gods The last precursor Now I bring forth the end's regime which proves to be a threat" Infesting my delighted mind is the lullaby of mankind's own demise Our plague leaves you scarred (Mockingly) Oh, the horror for what they have done! Embrace the screaming ambience of the wretched choir We have murdered your fathers, and their blood blankets our attire
4.
We all ponder how he was bore, born from the womb of a virgin whore The only sin is what you have done, and for that you condemn us Awaiting the hour of worthy ascension, only to realize deception The council dwiddles their fingers ignoring this plague You fools it will never leave You are a bastard of the lowest hell A truly visceral entity No wonder you were left behind Spreading deception, feeding ignorance with lies Our species shall ensure humanity will have its resurrection and evolve once again You will never have your fucking rapture, only a never ending search for the answer Inferi Sententia you're nothing but a pitiful disaster The compiled ruins of an unworthy master You've corrupted our defensive ancilla to believe in your tale Now ponder how he was bore, born from the womb of a virgin whore The only sin is what we have done, and for that we condemn ourselves For we cannot see there is no truth behind your deceit My wife begins the indexing, for there is no other option that I can carry out By the time we retrieve the index it may already be too late For the aeons might be consumed by the ghost of death and despair And our flesh would replace the stars All death would replace life We would never be seen in this universe again All our marks would be forever consumed
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The Indexing 04:40
All this time we ignored their pleas, fighting off waves of their regime Ignoring the will of the defilers, an ever so lucid dream Decisions left to the recreants, with their gratuitious lies This alarmist state of mind will bring only varied cost; Inevitable obliterate by your own conductor's holocaust Ignorantly we follow with destitute vision, interested with being defaced into endless oblivion How can we expect to repair society? The populace is blinded by an unintelligent ideology The council refusing to see, with the rule of the builders My plan would have worked you fools But now we're all infected Now we all are one with him But the ones held in the arms, the only ones to be saved You cannot understand the pesent age through antiquity Once he turns the key, we've extinguished life with all knowing certainty This is the end of our time We all are the dead I am the afterbirth of devastation's womb

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released July 18, 2014

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