Blood Red Throne - Souls Of Damnation

Artist: Blood Red Throne
Release: Souls Of Damnation


1. The Light, The Hate

Use the mask
I don’t want to see your inside
I will not kill you
I will watch you die by your own hands

They once called it spiteful malice
Now, in anticipation of you being helpful
You only destroy
It is so
Mind chaos
The dying inside
Your scars, gone

Under your skin
Worms, eating, living in what you called your soul

Your words when you reach for the bell
God, I wish for hell
A world of dead prophets
A world of not yet spoken wisdom
This primitive machine
Eating your heart out
Reincarnation
I say pulverisation

My coffin will not exist
It is eternal, it never stops
You want to hate
Take my scars
Create my pain
But your mind sleeps
Sealed by belief

2. Harme

Dyrk ikke skjønnheten, fordi den er falmende
Dyrk ikke kjærligheten, fordi den er døende
Dyrk ikke troen, fordi den kan svekkes
Dyrk ikke håpet, fordi det kan mistes

Dyrk forråtnelsen, fordi den alltid blomstrer
Dyrk hatet, fordi det alltid spirer
Dyrk mistroen, fordi den alltid gror
Dyrk håpløsheten, fordi den er evig

Gi ikke latter næring
Et smil er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til omsorg
Vis ingen tegn til svakhet

La ikke dagen gry
En morgen er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til anger
Vis ingen tegn til frykt

Gi ikke troen liv
Et dåp er den visse død
Vis ingen
Vis ingen tegn til nåde
Vis ingen tegn til nåde

La ikke dagen gry
En morgen er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til anger
Vis ingen tegn til frykt

Gi ikke latter næring
Et smil er den visse død
Vis ingen tegn til omsorg
Vis ingen tegn til svakhet

[Rough English translation:

Do not cultivate beauty because it is fading
Do not cultivate love because it is dying
Do not cultivate faith because it can be weakened
Do not grow hope because it can be lost

Grow the indignation, because it always flourishes
Grow hate because it always sprouts
Grow the distrust because it always grows
Grow hopelessness because it is eternal

Do not give laughter nourishment
A smile is certain death
Show no signs of care
Show no signs of weakness

Do not let the day go
One morning it’s certain death
Show no sign of regret
Show no signs of fear

Do not give faith to life
A baptism is certain death
Show no one
Show no signs of grace
Show no signs of grace

Do not let the day go
One morning it’s certain death
Show no sign of regret
Show no signs of fear

Do not give laughter nourishment
A smile is certain death
Show no signs of care
Show no signs of weakness]

3. Throne Of Damnation

Dead eyes in hollow shells
A distant rumbling in this hell
Clinging to existence, infected lives
Fungus of humanity in decay thrives

How morbid you are in total failure

A leading star, but also descending
Formless, disengaged and mordant in reason
By all means vindicate your action
But we see your ending

Isolated and dead congregation
No longer in exile or hibernation
An epach is over, rejoice, rejoice!
Prepare for a head count of our enemy’s loss
No room for believers or erratic behavior
Rid the world of this pestilent plague
In times of enlightment they’ve been outspoken

You have conquered the throne of damnation
All there is to inherit, a world’s demise
You have conquered the throne of damnation
Crown yourself king of everything despised

Throne of damnation
Souls of damnation

4. Human Fraud

Some issues will stay unanswered, making room for speculation
The one thing we know for certain: religious beliefs are based on mythology
Confirmed by history and the very essence of human beings
Only the narrow minded refused to acknowledge and accept this

We cannot destroy you, or convince you with logic
But we’ll wait and, rest assure, your faith will come to an end

The truth is without limit
Who’s to claim it on human right creation
It’s the fear of deicide
When killing is an act of a non-existing god

History repeats itself
It always has and always will
It’s a question of viewing
Humanity in the right context

Therein lies the answer to the secret
It isn’t hard to grasp or even understand
But it is threatening in its simplicity
And you cannot see it
And you cannot see it

5. Demand

Manipulate the beast, serving, control
Swallow the praise of dirt
Salvation for me

There is no such thing as salvation

Chaos supreme
Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth
It grabs me, it makes me remember the devil
The curse stands as a monument In time, forever
These are the skulls of tomorrow

Kill, fade away
And once again
I use my knife
This time I cut your bone
Your flesh falls to the ground
Your blood hits my eyes
I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead

Watch them cry
22 days of struggle
Praise, fight, desire, demand

And we bring you the glory
The throne will never fall
No longer dead

Manipulate the beast
Serving, control
Swallow the praise of dirt
Salvation for me

And we bring you the glory
The throne will never fall
No longer dead

6. Your Cold Flesh

Your cold flesh covers my eyes
From the burning of chapels we rise
My nails under your skin
Makes your blood touch the air
Keeping you down, wearing your crown
The crown of salvation
The divine erection, fading your light
You will wake up, just to see a piece
Of the hammer inside your eye

You will be eaten alive
You will fall to the ground
You shall feel the wrath
You shall no longer live
You will never die
You shall make me smile
You shall feel the cursed
You will be left alone
You will be unknown
You will never again be strong
You shall never be saved
You shall be killed
You shall be killed by me
Turns cold

Never see the stars again
Trapped like inside a womb
Death prevails
Killing the monster, killing the master
The psychic terrified god licks my hands
The killer
Feast on your flesh
Could we go even darker?

Blood red

7. Prove Yourself Dead

The mark has been set, there is no escape
Progression is gone
Weak imitations infesting the world
With infected beings, incurable hoax

I lament mankind, proclaiming our death
Progression is gone
How can we breed, continue to grow

Blinded and caged, feeding on hate
Prove me wrong, and you’ll dethrone yourself
By proving me wrong, you will prove yourself dead

Slowly, slowly I ran my knife into your chest
Units force me to stab you down
They cannot let you have this world
‘Cause it’s turning into a living hell
Once they’re home, it was
Prove them wrong
And you will prove yourself dead

Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead
Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead

The mark has been set, there is no escape
Progression is gone
Weak imitations infesting the world

Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead
Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead

8. Not Turgenjev, But Close

I dress in the skin of what is already dead
I take on the part which the surroundings expect
Though they’re unaware of the anti-life inside
My thoughts circle around
The opposite of asphyxia
Because that’s what I am
I haven’t been anything else for a very long time

It has been written a lot about the overwhelming darkness
But it didn’t clearly state the amount of insight it contains
It knows more than the light
It wreathes me and observes me from all angles

Maybe I am to be born now?
I look upon that day with fear and horror

I have reconciled myself
With my thoughts and vision
It took ages, but now it’s over
I can accept the obvious because it’s what you see
I can live with the hatred and self contempt
But I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others

If they were to experience me from the inside
Beneath the unasphyxiated exterior

I have reconciled myself with my thoughts and visions
It took ages, but now it’s over
I can accept the obvious because it’s what you see
I can live with the hatred and self-contempt
But I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others

I look upon that day with fear and horror
The day when suicide becomes inevitable
Because it will arrive
That, I know

9. Ten Steps Of Purgatory

Why do you claim that there are nine steps
When in fact it’s ten?

A gateway before me, nothing more than a simple door
I walk towards it, shivering
As I reach the threshold I hesitate
Aware of the pitch black darkness
Ready to take hold of my soul once I’m inside

One step forward and my life is irrevocably lost
Thought this is no time for second thoughts
It is impossible not to be affected
By the dismal and uncanny presence of doom
The hands of hell call out for me
The abyss is already glaring in my eyes

Now, in this very moment
My left leg has crossed the line
The first step and my mind is absorbed
Disembodied from the spirit and soul
I do not know this place I’m at
Though it feels familiar
Suddenly it all becomes very clear and silent
And the silence is piercing
Whatever’s left of mean oxymoron in limbo?
How peculiar
I cannot stay here for too long

As it’s the only place I’m meant to be
My fate is to finish the ten steps of purgatory
Someone is drawing an invisible circle and
Forces me to count it, nine times
Is this hell?
I ask, but no answer
Am I being judged by actions I couldn’t control
Suffering sins and crimes I did not commit
Just because I got drawn towards the darkness
Why do you claim that there are nines steps
When in fact it’s ten?