Descensus ad Inferos - Shades of Sheol

by G.R.I.M.

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My soul was forged in the shadows, My thoughts was made beyond the sun My hope was a fragile flower, My dream a soon forgotten thougt Where other see, possibilites. I see a potential disaster. I see the beauty of the sun, But the darkness allures me Pitch black darkness, my thoughts betrays me. Light of reason fades, blinded by anxiety Fear of obliteration Fear of existense Fear of sleep Oh God, wont you silence the noise. I don’t lack faith in humans, I don’t belive in humanity Humans thrive, humanity fails The existential paradox The nuclear war, raging in my soul There is no truce, there is no surrender. I feel the world thorugh my callous soul. I see the world through my shatterd dreams. I see wastelands of wasted dreams, A sea of drowned oppurtinities A desert where hope thirst Minds where thougts are supressd I pray for havoc Fear the deceitful hope. I lust for silence. Oh God, wont you silence the noise. I don’t lack faith in humans, I don’t belive in humanity Humans thrive, humanity fails The existential paradox I fear the end is near, fear aramageddon is here, Cause I lack faith in humanity, Humans thrives, humanity failes, The existential paradox I am the merciless dictator I rule my own damn broken kingdom. My crusade has no nobel cause. This broken crusades cause is lost. Surrounded by the inbred spawn av Narcissus Surrounded by ambtion, and strive for perfection, Surrounded by the wish to reflect perfection I succumb to my vanity, Feel my own heedlessness in my misantroposophic life
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Decline Decay Failure Failed Ideologies Kills Thoughtless. Like a strait jacket for your mind. Ideology restrains The thought held prisoner, Confined on death row Surrender. THey hold the answer, But they fail to see the truth. Fenced by their beliefs, Capitulate Imprisoned by their dogmas, Forcing their world view Lobotomy The shepard leads the blind pack The blind pack over the cliff, They’ll follow. Defend their ism, discarding common sense Pragmatisms dead Insanity The rule of the people the sweet though that lost, idocracy will thrive, We’re the apathic witnesses, to decline of society Pray for a saviour, A miracle. Decline, Decay, All failed idelogies will kill humanity Decline. Decay. The failed idelogy will kill humanity Decline. Decay. A failed idelogy will kill humanity Decline. Decay. All failed ideologies will kill humanity Our mother, gave birth to her own death squad. The human virus, Black death of the universe, Spawn of Narcissus, devouring our home, Me, myself and I, it’s the modern day device Councisness is slain, mutilated thougts. In enlightened times, lost in the cimmerian shade, Hatred, resentment, and abhorrence. Lets walk in the valley of darkness, cause apathy will reign. Rulers of chaos. Masters of deceit Greedy slaves of power. This is their plead Please surrender. Join our mighty force. Please give up. Join the thoughtless hoarde.
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This is the age of misology Where truth is a distraction And the lies will set you free. Truth dissolved, facts untold. Their twisted toungs, the deceit. I hear Socrates weep, for this hatred of reasoning I’m trapped in my prison of truth, while they rule with lies. By weapons of truth distruction. Societys will die Crucify, the truth, And ressurect the lies. Sentenced to darkness, I close my eyes. I cry. Theyll bend the truth, theyll make the pieces fit Truth is dead. And everything is relative. Swallow their world view. Swallow their belief. Swallow the foul tasting dish of ideologic nonsense. You’ll bend the truth, you’ll make the pieces fit. Your truth has died. Cause everything is relative. Imprisoned by your freedom, enslaved by your free will. Destroy your thougts, you will reject the things you once belived in. I’ll bend their truth, I’ll make their piecea fit, My truth will rise, my truth will reign my kingdom of darkness. I’ll rewrite their gospel, i’ll poison their beliefs. Eat my foul tasting dish of ideological nonsens Why lie, just control the truth Why lie, just control the truth Why lie, just control the truth Why lie, just control the truth Why lie, just control the truth The truth has died. Why lie, just control the truth The truth has died. Why lie, just control the truth The truth has died. Why lie, just control the truth The truth has died.
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We’ll spit their insults down the drain Liberals. Conservatives. Socialists. Quench their fucking flaming stream of words. Silence them with apathy. Blind them with your silence. The lust for power, stronger than the the will to live. Power to fuel the ego, Not to serve humanity. Kneel to the wrath of decepction, treat truth like toxic waste. The key to power, distraction, lies and fear. Surrender to madness. Your all slaves of insanity. You sell your life, they sell their soul. Crucify your world view, The revolutions off,   They’ll defend their kingdom, they’ll defend their spurious throne. From the evil of free men, from the evil of free thougt. They’ll defend their kingdom, they’ll defend their spurious throne. From the evil of free men, from the evil of free thougth. The selfproclaimed messiases, does not posess the answer. They are to weak to take the final step. From the mighty powers, theres only one defense. Erradicate the people, to make the resistance end. So take the final step, And PUSH THE BUTTON 45!

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released October 4, 2019

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G.R.I.M. is dark, norwegian doomish metal.

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