Vindicator - The Antique Witcheries

Artist: Vindicator
Release: The Antique Witcheries


1. Gates Of Inequity

[Instrumental]

2. Beneath The Guillotine

Awaiting execution
My saviour beckons me
My only path to freedom
Lies beneath the guillotine

Savage retribution
A brutal reckoning
My country eats free thinkers
For his majesty the king

No use in pleading
It’s calling my name
Can’t stop this demolition
Death will get me all the same

A moment of terror
A moment of pain
But I’ll finally be free
Beneath the guillotine

At noon they will behead me
One less self-righteous fool
I say my final prayer
And I pray the blade’s not dull

A screaming sheet of iron
Sends forth a kingdom’s wrath
To enforce one man’s opinion
And keep others from my path

No use in screaming
To struggle is vain
Can’t stop this demolition
Death will get me all the same

A moment of terror
A moment of pain
But I’ll finally be free
Beneath the guillotine
Beneath the guillotine

Death by decapitation!
Go!

A public execution
An example I’ll be made
I’ll smile till it hits me
Show my will to disobey

Grinning with redemption
It cuts the evil from it’s source
The guillotine will teach us
Freedom comes with no remorse

3. Fearmonger

Epidemic on the rise
Viral and infectious lies stricken by the true disease
Fear will keep you on your knees

Eastern zealots want you dead
Terror threat is in the red
Terror of the worst degree spreading panic on TV

Silver tongues twisting words hypnotise the mindless herds
Blinders on, misdirect, paralysed by empty threats

(Fear)
Fear is their game
(Fear)
Fear is control
(Fear)
Fear keeps you safe
(Fear)
Fear from within
(Fear)
Fear state in place
(Fear)
Fear feeding power

Worship at the altar of mass media
Disciples of the prophets of doom
Terror state conspiracy falling into place
Enforcing it from a news room

Silver tongues twisting words hypnotise the mindless herds
Blinders on, misdirect, paralysed by empty threats

(Fear)
Fear is their game
(Fear)
Fear is control
(Fear)
Fear keeps you safe
(Fear)
Fear from within
(Fear)
Fear state in place
(Fear)
Fear feeding power

Sensationalism created to hide the sickening realities
The true face of fear being out-shined by glaring irrelevancy
(Turn on, tune out)
Injecting a sedative into the veins of those whose minds are weak
A nation of addicts suckles its dope from the great glass teat

4. Sewn To The Flesh

Robbing graves nocturnally
Profane to humanity
Experiments in creation
My masterpiece, composite son

I am a god
Defying death
Synthetic life
Sewn to the flesh

Living death electrified
Staring back through empty eyes
Pumping blood and drawing breath
I alone have conquered death

I am a god
Defying death
Synthetic life
Sewn to the flesh

I am a god
I’ve created man
Defying death
Against nature’s plan
Synthetic life
Born from my hand

Conquest of death has lost all control
Created life and lost my own soul
Unleashing that which was not understood
Soaking my hands in innocent blood

Turning against my purpose in life
I’ve only created malignance and strife
Now all is lost, I ask myself why
The purest intents have gone so awry

I am a god
Defying death
Synthetic life
Sewn to the flesh

Mysteries unfold
At the greatest cost
(Sewn flesh)
Madness taking hold
Feeling all is lost
(Sewn to the flesh)

5. Quarry Rats

Crawl from our holes in the dead of night
Spreading our deadly disease
Gathering hordes to reclaim our right
Bringing this town to its knees

To them we’re a plague of verminous pests
Raising hell from underground
They’ll keep us repressed but we’ll never rest
Again our battle cry will sound

We are the rats, the quarry rats
Forever the green and the white
We are the rats, the quarry rats
And we’ll be quarry rats ’til we die

Holding us back with fashion and trends
But they cannot exterminate
We are a tide that can never be stemmed
Power and glory our fate

Standing unbroken we’ve risen again
Claiming these streets as our own
Never to cease until we regain
Our rightful place on the throne

We are the rats, the quarry rats
Forever the green and the white
We are the rats, the quarry rats
And we’ll be quarry rats ’til we die

6. The Antique Witcheries

The boundless depths of time and space
Have seen that which man cannot face
Clandestine vaults and archaic tomes
Hold secrets that should not be known

The curse of unbound inquiry
Revealing dark antiquities
Knowledge of forbidden things
Madness they are sure to bring

Quest for the keys
Of cosmic mysteries
None can foresee
What could be set free

Seekers of truth should beware
This knowledge becomes a disease
No man should become aware
Of the antique witcheries

Endless volumes held within
Grimoires of the deadly sins
Inked in blood and bound in black
Deep in Miskatonic’s stacks

Seek them not or find your end
No man’s mind can comprehend
Esoteric sorcery
Never meant to be set free

Quest for the keys
Of cosmic mysteries
None can foresee
What could be set free

Seekers of truth should beware
This knowledge becomes a disease
No man should become aware
Of the antique witcheries

Locked away
Never to be spoken of
Kept at bay
Waiting for the great old ones

Seekers of truth should beware
This knowledge becomes a disease
No man should become aware
Of the antique witcheries

7. Raze The Dead

The dead are a plague to this planet
And you think they’re alive? Why?
Remorse for something that will kill
Has no heart, soul, or will?
No regret, when we burn them all dead
Bead up their head
Shoot to kill, it is our solution
Our saving grace

We must Raze!
(Raze)
Raze the dead
They’ll take our fucking lives
So we’ll fucking take theirs too
Raze!
(Raze)
Raze the dead
Obliterate them all
The bloodshed’s overdue

No hope is what we have
If we don’t act now!
Death become us
If we let them scourge our earth

Destroy them all
However you can
In hopes to save man
Revive the will
To keep our race alive

We must
Raze!
(Raze)
Raze the dead
They’ll take our fucking lives
So we’ll fucking take theirs too
Raze!
(Raze)
Raze the dead
Obliterate them all
The bloodshed’s overdue

8. Communal Decay

Feeling like I’m trapped
Try to run, can’t get away
Feeling like I’m damned to live a lie
Feeling all these feelings
Bracing for another blow
‘Cause life’s a bitch until the day we die

Feelings are something you can’t take away
You can monitor all that I do and I say
But you’ll never see what lies beyond my skull
You can treat me like a refugee
An alien to my country
When you’re the ones who don’t belong at all

Eat all that they say
All that we see
Never to be free
Liberties lost
Paving the way
Communal decay

We the people pay
Those of us who will betray
While the people wallow in decay
The recipe for anarchy
A battle hymn for you and me
The mixing pot begins to churn
And burn humanity

Reason is something you refuse to learn
While squalor wins out with an extended term
And you’re padding your life with blood from another man’s dreams
We, the human stepping stones
Pray for change, until we’re bones
Have had enough of faux diplomacy

Life wasting away
Wasting your choice
Chaining your voice
All liberties lost
Paving the way
Communal decay

Covered in an ichor
Of opportunistic greed
The lamb’s led to the slaughter
We the lambs on which they feed

Without us they’d be nothing
Without them, we’d be free
From idealistic scruples
And oppressive calumny

Those in control have lost control
The people left to pay the toll
When getting by’s impossible
We all share this decay

Crowning clowns in hand me downs
Yet no one seems to be around
When sirens screaming anarchy
Survive another day

The hand that feeds
Is now the hand that bleeds a country dry
The men in suits, the men in black
They share the same disguise

Dare we ask them questions?
They bring the hammer down
We never get the answers
And our body’s never found

9. Dead In The Water

First came the impact
The terrible sound
Of the hull being shredded
By a demon unbound
Set adrift in the ocean
Many decades ago
A frosty leviathan
Of ice and snow

Cut by ice
Your life is burning fast
No oxygen
What you have
It will not last

In water that’s up to your chin
You’re fighting that something
That won’t let you win
In the pit of your stomach
You’re feeling the knots
From death inching closer to you

Cut by ice
Your life is burning fast
No oxygen
What you have
It will not last

Dead in the water
Finding no air
No time to prepare
Dead in the water
For the blackened abyss
And the aquatic slaughter

Dead in the water
Your life’s burning fast
Asphyxia’s coming with each second past
As you search for an exit
You panic with fear
The black depths are calling
Hypoxia’s near

You hold it back
Primal instinct to breath
That which you lack
Will be what makes you deceased

Fight the darkness
The feeling to sleep
Your body is tired
A mind far too weak
The struggle before you
To find an escape
Is a struggle against time
Before it’s too late

You hold it back
Primal instinct to breath
That which you lack
Will be what makes you deceased

Dead in the water
Finding no air
No time to prepare
Dead in the water
For the blackened abyss
And the aquatic slaughter

Punch punch punch
Keep jarring the door
As you pray that it gives
But it won’t give no more
Water fills the room
From ceiling to floor
Leaving no room to breath

Pain pain pain
From holding your breath
Cherish it now
For there’s just seconds left
You’re failing the test
Of life and death
Your lungs screaming to be free

Your conscious slips into peace
Your vitals ceasing to be
Water fills the airways
That once would bring you life
The icy chill surrounds you

Dead in the water
Finding no air
No time to prepare
Dead in the water
For the blackened abyss
And the aquatic slaughter

10. Pit Of The Shoggoths

[Instrumental]

11. Strange Aeons

Sunken deep, a dormant city in the sea
Dreaming god, waiting for rebirth
Deathly still, empty labyrinthine halls
In this place, most remote on earth

Rising from the blackest depths
Ancient evil secrets kept
Jagged spires where he slept
Soon to break the waves

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die

Ritual from forgotten centuries
Arcane sorcery most foul
Offering to his voracious appetite
Summoning from the ocean’s bowels

Beyond death, slumbering eternally
Time has come, awakened by the cult
Avatar of what was never meant to be
Harbinger, hailing man’s fall

Rising from the blackest depths
Ancient evil secrets kept
Jagged spires where he slept
Soon to break the waves

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die

Writhing mass of tentacles
Tattered wretched wings
Embodiment of every fear
And all unearthly things

Creeping terror from the depths
Breeding fear and hate
Feeding on iniquity
Apocalypse incarnate

Sunken deep, a dormant city in the sea
Dreaming god, waiting for rebirth
Deathly still, empty labyrinthine halls
In this place, most remote on earth

Beyond death, slumbering eternally
Time has come, awakened by the cult
Avatar of what was never meant to be
Harbinger, hailing man’s fall