At War With Reality

Al llegar a la época de la banda de asaltantes había elaborado ya las siguientes posibilidades: 1.- Dios no existe. 2.- Dios existe y es un canalla. 3.- Dios existe pero a veces duerme, sus pesadillas son nuestra existencia. 4.- Dios existe pero tiene acceso de locura, esos accesos son nuestra existencia. 5.- Dios no es omnipresente, no puede estar en todas partes. A veces está ausente, en otros mundos, en otras cosas. 6.- Dios es un pobre diablo con un problema demasiado complicado para sus fuerzas. Lucha con la materia como un artista con su obra. Algunas veces, en algún momento logra ser Goya, pero generalmente es un desastre. 7.- Dios fue derrotado antes de la historia por el príncipe de las tinieblas, y derrotado, cometido como presunto diablo es doblemente desprestigiado puesto que se le atribuye este universo calamitoso.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

The halls of the grotesque Reverberate our final doom Oh, the ravenous indulgence The rite of passage eternal A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust Statues crumble - flags are torn As a crawling chaos - we ascend A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust At the gates of the void Dark spirits rising An ominous sun Piercing the circular ruins

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Bodies like pillars of dust - disappear once again in the wind During the night, we move in circles, in unbroken structures Our beams they sweep across a ravaged earth As a rhythmic pulse of death - we shudder through the ground We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on Hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on "I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses." - Julio Cortázar

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs - as tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls - echo silent now Flood the landscape of our minds The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay From the lips of the blind man A kiss of decay The dawn of the iconoclast A sharpened blade The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

As parasites we grovel - through the dust A temple devoured - by the ancient fires Autumn falls hard on restless flesh Persistence buried in the sands of time The grey man kissed the mud Circular the ruins - in a dawn without birds Crowned by the deities of death Streets as cracks in the skin To drink from the night itself Webs of perdition - crush the rushing earth The aching void lures - promising rebirth Order from chaos - every thought a tool Order from chaos - Profaned by the burned and the dead

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

The despair eternal, deafening Watch it burn We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Deep in your dreams - the dead they sing Our name spells C.U.R.S.E. We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night The golden age - an inner wasteland The abomination - the book of sand We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

Language - self-destruction Against the iron air In broken, non-verbal strains An all-devouring sand The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms Deceptive - the images burn Fragments of silent lives Hunger of the dreaming dead Imagination - the death of man The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand In blasphemy The words from our bodies torn Temptation Death in all its bewildering forms The tomb is the passage As the light flickers before me The head of the hydra The charlatan denounced We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Hunger - and the world is reduced Reduced to the surface of her skin Like a spray of broken glass His bones began to fill with words Like a monolith once lost As our ash crown the barren mountains As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men The strategies of war - through a universe of grief And the city of mirrors - wiped out by the wind Through the impenetrable haze Through shapeless fog Scattered through these desolate plains White shine the bones: Eater of gods As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men And as the smoke shifts in black Only ashes remain And as the smoke shifts in black Eater of gods Eater of gods

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

Fragile, quiet, distant As flesh against another Heroism suppressed Leaving hunger in its wake Tired even of sleep A fragment of life - no more pain The nights they will drag on These hands will not abide A nightmare beckons Leaving death in its wake The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality Resting upon pillars of dust The infinite Voracious arms of myth Tired even of sleep With death in our wake The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality Resting upon pillars of dust The infinite Voracious arms of myth

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

The walls of a poem Like the folding of wings They burn through the base of the skull Under the eyelids The night eternal Down fell the city of words The blackness throbbing Foul and unrestrained Under the seafloor Against the white sand Where the land has been drinking All our blood and regret Our words are like quicksand Against the endless sky The poisonous darkness In solid silence Like rivers of ice We burn like blinding fires In the void of my spirit Deep in the lungs of Hell To sink like lead In the void of my spirit Deep in the lungs of Hell Traceless through the air

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

To dare see beyond - is to believe There's no absolution - No penance to endure As I choose my own dagger To tear through - this cloak of deceit As we crawl through our lives As we wade through their filth Upon the throne in chains True humanity prevails

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

Brain dead, descending to flame No way to survive or have life regained Re-animation to bring back the dead Revive the soul, resurrect [Chorus]: Synthetically revived to regain control The spirit world sends back my soul Pierce the needle through the back of my head Chemicals flow, I'm revived from the dead Brain exists, my soul descends Re-animated, my sleep ends [Chorus] The final curtain has been opened to regain my soul Blood restores my flesh, ice cold [Chorus] Awakened, now I break the silence of life Raging uncontrollably, pummeling with spite [Chorus] Re-animated

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 07, 2025

Hunger - and the world is reduced Reduced to the surface of her skin Like a spray of broken glass His bones began to fill with words Like a monolith once lost As our ash crown the barren mountains As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men The strategies of war - through a universe of grief Ad the city of mirrors - wiped out by the wind Through the impenetrable haze Through shapeless fog Scattered through these desolate plains White shine the bones: Eater of gods As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men And as the smoke shifts in black Only ashes remain And as the smoke shifts in black Eater of gods Eater of gods

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

Al llegar a la época de la banda de asaltantes había elaborado ya las siguientes posibilidades: 1.- Dios no existe. 2.- Dios existe y es un canalla. 3.- Dios existe pero a veces duerme, sus pesadillas son nuestra existencia. 4.- Dios existe pero tiene acceso de locura, esos accesos son nuestra existencia. 5.- Dios no es omnipresente, no puede estar en todas partes. A veces está ausente, en otros mundos, en otras cosas. 6.- Dios es un pobre diablo con un problema demasiado complicado para sus fuerzas. Lucha con la materia como un artista con su obra. Algunas veces, en algún momento logra ser Goya, pero generalmente es un desastre. 7.- Dios fue derrotado antes de la historia por el príncipe de las tinieblas, y derrotado, cometido como presunto diablo es doblemente desprestigiado puesto que se le atribuye este universo calamitoso.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

Behind the curtain Laid to ruins Words that drift Into oblivion With every dawn The world deforms And as we fade Our truth it dies Our poetry of broken dreams An abattoir of time Deep in the hive of the serpent We shed the disguises we have worn A curtain of madmen We are the illusions we have torn Death and the labyrinth Swallowed by earth itself With every dawn Of hunger and thirst The world deforms To a pale uncertain ash Words without sound Fade away - as they are swallowed Swallowed by barriers and walls Like a swarm Deep in the hive of the serpent We shed the disguises we have worn A curtain of madmen We are the illusions we have torn Our poetry of broken dreams An abattoir of time Death and the labyrinth Swallowed by earth itself

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

A howling wind of nightmares Howling through barren streets Frozen in time The city woke up - paralyzed Where is the splendor? All our ambitions decay Among the ruins Covered forever in dust War The sound of beating winds Chaotic dreams asleep As phantoms we answer At war with reality Where is the hunger? With eyes of sadness it stares The air it hangs dying Dressed in the nightmares of old Abandoned in panic - fortifications decayed From our own indulgence - the golden age dead "Reality is not always probable, or likely." - Jorge Luis Borges War The sound of beating winds Chaotic dreams asleep As phantoms we answer At war with reality As phantoms we answer At war with reality

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

The halls of the grotesque Reverberate our final doom Oh, the ravenous indulgence The rite of passage eternal A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust Statues crumble - flags are torn As a crawling chaos - we ascend A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust At the gates of the void Dark spirits rising An ominous sun Piercing the circular ruins

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Bodies like pillars of dust - disappear once again in the wind During the night, we move in circles, in unbroken structures Our beams they sweep across a ravaged earth As a rhythmic pulse of death - we shudder through the ground We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on Hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on "I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses." - Julio Cortázar

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs - as tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls - echo silent now Flood the landscape of our minds The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay From the lips of the blind man A kiss of decay The dawn of the iconoclast A sharpened blade The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

As parasites we grovel - through the dust A temple devoured - by the ancient fires Autumn falls hard on restless flesh Persistence buried in the sands of time The grey man kissed the mud Circular the ruins - in a dawn without birds Crowned by the deities of death Streets as cracks in the skin To drink from the night itself Webs of perdition - crush the rushing earth The aching void lures - promising rebirth Order from chaos - every thought a tool Order from chaos - Profaned by the burned and the dead

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

The despair eternal, deafening Watch it burn We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Deep in your dreams - the dead they sing Our name spells C.U.R.S.E. We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night The golden age - an inner wasteland The abomination - the book of sand We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Language - self-destruction Against the iron air In broken, non-verbal strains An all-devouring sand The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms Deceptive - the images burn Fragments of silent lives Hunger of the dreaming dead Imagination - the death of man The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand In blasphemy The words from our bodies torn Temptation Death in all its bewildering forms The tomb is the passage As the light flickers before me The head of the hydra The charlatan denounced We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Hunger - and the world is reduced Reduced to the surface of her skin Like a spray of broken glass His bones began to fill with words Like a monolith once lost As our ash crown the barren mountains As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men The strategies of war - through a universe of grief And the city of mirrors - wiped out by the wind Through the impenetrable haze Through shapeless fog Scattered through these desolate plains White shine the bones: Eater of gods As if mercy were a skin of water We fall into a prior dream The number of the grains of sand Exiled from the memory of men And as the smoke shifts in black Only ashes remain And as the smoke shifts in black Eater of gods Eater of gods

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

Fragile, quiet, distant As flesh against another Heroism suppressed Leaving hunger in its wake Tired even of sleep A fragment of life - no more pain The nights they will drag on These hands will not abide A nightmare beckons Leaving death in its wake The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality Resting upon pillars of dust The infinite Voracious arms of myth Tired even of sleep With death in our wake The sickness is a dream Imprisoned in the deep of the stone Reality Resting upon pillars of dust The infinite Voracious arms of myth

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

The walls of a poem Like the folding of wings They burn through the base of the skull Under the eyelids The night eternal Down fell the city of words The blackness throbbing Foul and unrestrained Under the seafloor Against the white sand Where the land has been drinking All our blood and regret Our words are like quicksand Against the endless sky The poisonous darkness In solid silence Like rivers of ice We burn like blinding fires In the void of my spirit Deep in the lungs of Hell To sink like lead In the void of my spirit Deep in the lungs of Hell Traceless through the air

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025