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Nephilim
05:05
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PART 1 – NEPHILIM
NEPHILIM
God cannot be killed immortal and he is right
Or wrong, and yet his will must have limits
I’ll cut his eyes to prove that even the father cries
Without the sight, the gift he has given us
NEPHILIM (CHORUS)
God sees, god don't see, god hates me, god fears me
Adam's rib, Eve's mercy, apple shines, so tempting
Show yourself how to live, free mankind
(Drifting into the void slowly)
Now, free from thought control
I ascend the throne, chaos waits for me, biding their time
NEPHILIM
I have lived for worse or better I am a demigod
A raging ornamental figurine
Made out of clay the stuff you will know by name
The sand eaters will pour the time into your eyes
NEPHILIM (CHORUS)
God hears, god don't hear, god knows me, god is me
Lilith's tear, primordial, the night speaks, eternal
Into me, the dybbuk, it has me
(Man shall die on the throne)
NEPHILIM & CHORUS
Now give me the first flame
Thank Prometheus, given all I need
Make ourselves our gods, elemental kings, temperamental beings
If we hold the keys, unlock the gates of hell
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Gibborim
04:52
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PART 2 – GIBBORIM
NEPHILIM
I am father, master of slaughter
The ancient warmonger, I have seen you I know you
Blasphemer, disbeliever, take a seat upon the altar
Cold coward, blissful indigent, I will be your blessed scapegoat
DYBBUK & CHORUS
Young man, poor man, old man, rich man
Foolish bastard, cut the chatter
Woman, human, Roman, Hangman
Grimmest reaper, cut the masses
NEPHILIM
Now I give you last words and sharpen my Kopis blade
This ancient burial chamber, I will not be damned to nature
Cut from the past and calciform the pallbearer
Carved like a newborn calf, I curse you to hellfire
DYBBUK & CHORUS
Young man, poor man, old man, rich man
Foolish bastard, cut the chatter
Woman, Human, Roman, Hangman
Grimmest reaper, cut the masses
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Hangman
04:07
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PART 3 – HANGMAN
THE DYBBUK OF TERRA
You're making a promise you just can't keep
And while the world dies, you're closing your eyes
If ignorance is the truest bliss
Then you will be standing oh so proud
If time is the last thing on our side
How can you waste the hours away
DYBBUK & CHORUS
Hangman playing people's lives, all these puppets in disguise
Marionette the ending of the sky
Never to be satisfied, in the cold of the night
Taking souls before it is their time
Ever on this hunt will march, even as we stand and watch
Optimism grows into despair
DYBBUK
River Styx has overflowed
A stream of corpse, one by one
As mountains fall, and the bodies grow
We can't ignore it any more
Just get your fix, to hell with it, it's my life, mine to waste
DYBBUK & CHORUS
Running out of empathy
Your brother wants to see you bleed
The narcissists will be the last to fall
Even as the sky turns red
We won't stop till we're all dead
The game of war it simply doesn't end
Hangman's watching all the time
Knows just where and when to strike
No more room and no more time for graves
Now I know the final score
The prophecy, the calendar
The willing waiting for it all to end
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Sheol
06:00
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PART 4 – SHEOL
HANGMAN
Hell sees me with a blinded spotlight
Hell hears me with a deafening voice
Hell knows me in a million past lives
Hell hates me with a million passed lives
CHARON & STYGIAN CHORUS
Now I see the sinner, the false prophet in you
Have you heard the things they do with the kind of god are you
HANGMAN
Charon please have mercy, you know not my plight
Of god and man's dichotomy, don't I seem the bridge
CHARON & CHORUS
Hangman's watching all the time, with eyes corrupted long ago
The tongue sharp like his dagger, now will be removed
HANGMAN
Broken I am parted out, foolish from the start
To fall upon my altar like the thousands led before
This the river I built with my sword and
These the corpses I lay at my feet
Tears form like swords and stab them once more but
How can this be, guilt overwhelming
CHORUS
Such repentance, the one with the liar's tongue
No more innocence, kill your analogue
Wait your judgment, wait the passage
May the eldritch crucify your soul
Holy vessel you paid a bloody tithe now
Wracked with guilt, just obsolesce and die
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