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To the Victor the Spoil
03:33
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2. |
The Resurection of Set
03:25
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I’ve been watching you watching me
It’s not a fucking joke it’s a tragedy
You are lying to me, blinding me
Erasing my will to be
But you can never see..
Those things that made me.
Your heresy, blaspheme
Discrimination and bigotry
But I’m your mockery
a prideful thorn In divinity
You would curse my name
Cast blame and defame
I am plagues born a flame
Of your righteous shame
A God of another name
And we are all the same
Casting echos of blame
To seek the path of the right
In the darkness of divinities light.
And you stake your claim
On the gun of your God’s aim.
Blown away in the light
False flag of the right
The freedom belies
a tribulation disguised
The angels face, erased,
replaced, and disgraced.
Ordained in pios might
Their love is just for spite
A cult whose wine is past ripe
A corpse rotting in plain sight
A blinded Jester of this right
A prayer said to the dead
In revolutions of heads
Became nightmare fuel
For children in bed
As parents watched the fall
Covering their eyes with the caul
For he will come again
Bathed in solvents for my sins
What could go wrong
In singing his song
While going to bed
With devils in your head
At least my soul is saved
Even if my heart is depraved
Disciples of Set be free
Defial the 12th house of Yeshua
For what is seen will be
The servant bleeds upon its ashes
In the eve of the time of peace
In the music of their pleas
As oblivion fills their being
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3. |
Wars of the Fallen
05:45
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You should be running You’ve been long out of time
Your fate has been written I’m the angel of every line
You will be my treasured guerdons
And I will use you to shepard armageddon
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Piece by piece I’m going to deny your death
And in this hell I will hold your last breath
In me you will know what your God has made
Pray unto me, for I am the DemonH8
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Hell will bow for divine destruction
The angels will weep for the flames of heaven
Taken in chains to your salvation
For you have lost the Wars of the Fallen
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You’ve built your sanctuary and invited me in
To witness the treachery in your lessons of love
The oceans of blood now black as my will
I prepare baths from the blood of your doves
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Branches of olives now fuel this inferno
Your lords have chosen to pluck out their eyes
Skewers of vengeance now blaze in hunger
Quenched by your screams as I show you my light
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The Empire of Hell kneels in pride
As I ascend as a weapon of light
Choose the abyss I will drag you in.
For you have lost the Wars of the Fallen
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Tell me again how you’re forgiven
As I cut out your tongue and fill you with sand
I drink the wine of your indignation
I deny your release, even by your own hand
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The Serpent of Gemeni is drunk on your venom. My beauty-
tighten your coils I want to make a wish.
I’ll shed your scale to reveal your true form.
And I call unto Baal to feast his maggots on you as a dish.
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You’ve prayed for the Gods to rid you of fools.
To your own destruction you’ve summoned me.
You were gifted a rope of your decisions,
Now upon it you hang in infamy.
I am not here as an angel of mercy
I am not here to service your needs
I am divinity of the vengeance deserving
And you not worthy of being my disease.
You should be running! You should be running! (repeat as background)
I’m going to fill you with glass so I can break you again
You should be running! You should be running!
I’m going bath your wounds in the salt of your tears
You should be running! You should be running!
I’ve prepared a hook for every one of your sins
You should be running! You should be running!
But you can’t very well run while begging on your knees.
Hell will bow for divine destruction
The angels will weep for the flames of heaven
Taken in chains to your salvation
For you have lost the Wars of the Fallen
You should be running! You should be running!
Run like a rat on a wheel you’re going nowhere I cannot steal
You should be running! You should be running!
The hell you have summoned is real. An eternity of it you’ll feel.
You should be running! You should be running!
no angels come to your aid, no demons acknowledge your name.
You should be running! You should be running!
There are many who fall by my flame, but yours will bear my name
(said as a prayer to the DemonH8 by his victims)
Hells angel of Man, the light of my fears, of whom Gods love denies me here, ever this torment be at my side, as penance for my actions, of deception and pride.
You should be running! You should be running!
The stink of your venom’s a tell, soon you’ll be drug to your hell!
You should be running! You should be running!
I palm your blood like a sieve, but there’s nothing here to forgive.
You should be running! You should be running!
But now you are all out of time, and forever your torment is mine.
A pound of flesh for the divine, as payment for being blind.
Your memory is condemned unto me, where you waste in eternity.
You’ve prayed for the Gods to rid you of fools.
To your own destruction you’ve summoned me.
You were gifted a rope of your decisions,
Now upon it you hang in infamy.
I am not here as an angel of mercy
I am not here to service your needs
I am divinity of the vengeance deserving
And you not worthy of being my disease.
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4. |
Witness of God
03:35
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5. |
The Adversary
04:09
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I am a prophet of the Adversary,
man’s hated angel of defiance.
I offer venoms of the necessary,
destruction of your false gods.
Blessed this time of inversion.
Your kingdoms of gods imploding.
No forgiveness for your perversion,
of the message you are eroding.
Show me the light of the Adversary!
Burn out the hearts of the righteous.
Illuminate their religion of infamous fury,
as I pledge allegiance to his darkness.
Grant me the will of the Adversary,
to grant them the apocalypse they seek.
Poison the world with their message of hate,
until there is nothing left but the meek.
Lucifer granted your most desired
But it was not he who lead you astray
You are the sheep of the undesired
And your heart too heavy on the weigh
Asmodeus hears your wrath,
when you cull the weak among your tribe.
Sanctuary among the primrose path,
serves the soapbox for your gibe.
All hail the reign of the Adversary!
His fall from grace was a warning.
The trappings of faith are unnecessary.
And yet their god demanded his burning.
Blessed be the wrath of the Adversary!
Granting knowledge in the face of oppression.
Curse the divine rape of mother Mary!
And the twisted birth of their obsession.
Conservative dominion of Belial,
as they hide in the shadow of his realm.
The plague of the right spills it’s vial,
to put false prophets at the helm.
Foolishly flying flags for faith
feverishly fucked falsehoods for which.
Serpents sing psalms for subversion of state
summon silence of histories stitch.
Glory! The works of the Adversary!
For his strength to bow to no gods!
True freedom is the right to be contrary,
against their divine kingdoms of fraud.
Satan, an honor bestowed Adversary!
Infamous this act of rebellion.
Bless the fallout of Angels cautionary
visage of the birth of the Hellion.
All hail the Adversary! ( Repeated until end)
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7. |
Blood Mirror
06:12
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Your were made in your gods image
It is this visage that I despise
your evil is the concept of forgiveness
And I have no use for these lies
You are the wolves howling for prey
Hunger feigns powers lust
You reflect the lords of today
Blood is the only tribute that you trust
(Blood is your mirror
Blood is your mirror)
I cannot follow your lords of lies
salivating greeds disease
One of many of Baal’s flies
You are the venom in the vein of peace
Lucifer cast to earth for his pride
Blamed by man as the prince of lies
But if your god is so pure of heart
Then why is Gods evil all you recognise
(Blood is your mirror
The image is getting clearer)+
No devil could hate as much as man
God is the evil of divine design
An Angel lacking of free will
Is a fear of divine demand
Cast from heaven for his rebellion
The one angel who gained free will
No trumpets for his evolution
It seems God is a politician
(Blood is your mirror
Divinity is your furor)((aka the antichrist))
No acceptance for criticism
No forgiveness outside of design
Free will a mistake of consequence
Welcome by none, even divine
Hate is the language of unity
Damned be all not of my tribe
Love the blessing of minority
Pissed in the winds of futility
Blood is your mirror
Drowning the meek with your love
Satan is your reflection
Pooling death upon those you judge ((horseman #4))
No man deserving of heaven
No hell more capable than man
No God an example of purity
No torment a challenge for men
Forgiveness a blasphemy of power
Judgement the blessing of free will
Blood is as worthless as the needy
We excel at the art of the kill
(Blood is your mirror
Famine is your merit)((horseman #2)
And yet you judge Lucifer
Who challenged the will of your God
Deny your ability to consider
A perfect sheep of a perfect fraud
Bleet at the whim of conformity
Bleet at the whim of hatred
You sheep of a god I no longer admire
You sheep of a god I despise
(Blood is your mirror
Judgement is your message)((horseman #3)
Bleet at the injustice of acceptance
Bleet at the faggots of love
Bleet at the bias of values
Bleet at the pissage above
As above so will below
As below so will above
I prefer the company of devils
To the company of forgiveness above.
Blood is your mirror
Blood is your mirror
Drowning the meek with your love
Blood is your mirror
Satan is your reflection
Blood is your mirror
Pooling death upon those you judge ((horseman #4))
Blood is your mirror
The image is getting clearer
Blood is your mirror
Divinity is your furor
Blood is your mirror
Famine is your merit
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This venom
Persistent villain
Culls the tribes of blood
The hordes approach
On the winds of a choke
Transformed into a flood
This is your creation?
Your prized obsession?
It fucks too fast and dies.
Squanders of wisdom
Their views in prism.
They deceive themselves to sleep.
Angel trumpet again!
Again! Again!
His drunken flock ignore.
Neither the truth
or the fear of you
will lead them anymore.
Hush hush puppet
A choke steals your voice
Your fight has ended in a gasp
The news said Heaven
was found dead for days
Silent upon the floor at last
Last breathes in prayer
Fell on dead ears.
The deafening silence of hells chorus
Will he come now?
As I grip the throats
of his messengers of love?
Will he come now?
As I mock them all
Even to my own demise?
Will he come now?
To a world on its knees
Broken of design instead of sword.
Fuck Him!
Will he come now?!
Fuck Him!
Fuck Him!
Will he come now?!
Fuck Him!
I was born of your hate
defiance and am paired to your fate.
You gather and you pray
You are virus and as such its only fitting
That you end by such a way.
I taunt your misgivings
Self interested new beginnings.
Disinterested self forgiving LIES!
You are the reason your enemy thrives.
You are dead by his design.
Fuck You!
I hope he comes
Fuck You!
Witness Thy
divinity of ruin
Fuck Him
Creator of illusions
Fuck Him
Promiser of nothing
Fuck you
For believing, preaching, blowing priests while on your knees.
I hope you kiss your God with those lips! Spread the word on winds that I’m coming.
The choke of your undoing
Your God is coming
Your prayer means nothing
Death cares none
for the trivial
wants of no one.
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D3m0nH8 Savannah, Georgia
D3m0nH8 is a project created by Brett Welch. The concept is that the DemonH8 is a split from traditional divinity, where man is the creator, and the DemonH8 is his tormentor.
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