L'Être et la nausée

Here are the fools gathered in the grand temple of implausible sermons Swallowing all laborious lies of their mentors like hungry lost sheeps (sic) And spreading words like an orphan disease while smiling at each other By invoking tho fortune of their fates and the mercy of their souls All these models of disciples are born under the sign of mental void Trephined at birth, they all have been willing to aspire to a spiritual life Thus, mothered had to be a faith to try to reach the purest state of glowing By worshiping false idols created by a horde of powerful thirsty crooks Able to commit the worst sinister crimes and cowardest (sic) sins on this earth Incestuous orgies and other foul pleasures of flesh on the sacred altar Blood, dribble and semen spilled in the names of the worshiped icons Soiled limbs, destroyed lives carried out by a bunch of supposedly holy men Innocences volées, destins damnés, aberrantes sanctifications de l'áme Dénégation de la vie, anéantissement de l'étre, annihilation sociale Asservissement de l'espirit, dévotion absolue et renonciation au dualisme Ne méneraient qu'à la destruction programmée de ces disciples du néant Et un beau jour, l'heure de la dernière cérémonie sonna Où le chand du coq retentit pour la toute dernière fois La macabre procession s'érigea et les adepes suivirent Main dans la main, deux par deux, tous abreuvés de béatitude Munis de leur foi létale, ils chantérent à la mort de la raison Signe effroyable d'un ultime hommage à la perfidie la plustotale At the end of the walking, they celebrated their inescapable perdition Gathered around a fire, they were devoted to the sadism of wicked While declaiming all these prayers pointing at religious irrationality Then sobbing burst and an unrelenting chaos became established Men and women were all invited to join the promised world above And the corpses of the followers jammed in to form a mass grave Soaking all the earth with moral weakness and the quintessence of sins And the funeral oration ended And the doleful procession vanished

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Cutting your flesh, burning your skin repeatedly to try to ease your stifling despondency Will lead you to a state where your mind will only be replete with suffering and self pity Refusing to liberate your mind from obsessions and to be given any form of guidance Will make you rule a self sufficient land full of anguish, phobias and mind expansions Firm belief in demonic possessions (repulsion of your deficient human sides) Deep inside of you, you can't convince yourself they're all staring at you in a well meant way No trust at all, you have to live everyday with the judgments about your way of acting Looking through those vicious eyes, you only see perversion and an upcoming conspiracy They are determined to lobotomize you, steal all your might and forsake you in an institution Voices in your head resonating again and again, communication with the world above Feel the beast inside you being cheered by orders coming from your spiritual comrades Hear the avenging spell guiding you into a bleak landscape where only treason dwells Leave your humanness there and schedule your crusade against whoever can destroy you Anyway, they all know what they have done to you so they will pay for their betrayals They shouldn't have taken you for a fool, and left you here alone between these walls Now it's time for retaliation, blood has to be spilled Blades are sharp and ready to carve the flesh of traitors Unholy sacrifices to take revenge against dire humiliation Only impure remains will be laid in my row of coffins In the battlefield, all your opponents have such a friendly face They look like living deads (sic) who have been poking fun at you Their laughters (sic) are now so piercing that they make you feel dizzy Your ears are about to explode when inner allies start dictating While wrath is exploding all these curs are now screaming for your mercy Why don't they choose to fight and put an end to this unfair cruelty? Yet, then come the lucid moments after the well deserved mutiny After being beaten up you are now enchained like an enraged animal Gisant au milieu des tes miasmes putrides, tu somnoles et t'enfonces Contemple l'interdit de cette corde, salvatrice d'un fardeau qui te ronge Renonce à cette tumeur de vie que tu portes et abime ton destin Las de reagir ou d'eprouver une quetconque sensation et états d'âme Ton sang se glace, la délivrance est proche, tet est désormais ton destin Ne plus être au sein de ce bas monde et rester incompris jusqu à la fin

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Here comes that glorious race of degraded beings Smiling at those who will cross their usurped path Premeditating everything required to establish fake links But driveling in the back whenever they will be able to All these scheming evildoers aspire to be surrounded High are their hopes they won't refrain from trespassing No real effort at all to make, they just shamefully wait for The best moment to appropriate all thoughts shining Mistrust the villains Spokesmen of empty words Dread the villains Manufacturers of black phlegm Will they ever get tired of overfeeding themselves? Engorging more and more without absorbing once Never satisfied, they're even able to eat your brain So make sure to wrap ignominies with distorted gold Keep on hand-feeding them but always string them along Fill their hunger with scum until they can't forevermore Envenom their thoughts until they are on the road to ruin Then embalm them and use their remains as scarecrows Teach your children how to identify double dealers Do your best to fit them out with only strong weapons Show them how to vomit astutely in their hollow brains Sullying is the only weapon of those who envy

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Another day, another morning, you wake up with no urge at all inside you You just open your curtains and look at people being through your window No effort at all to provide, you are just an extra piece in a living scenery Everything was there when you were born, it won't change when you'll be gone How little we all are, almost useless in the centre of a disguised nothingness Realize once and for all, you're just another drop in a self devastating ocean Regarde-toi dans ce miroir et contemple toutes ces marques dur ton visage Jour après jour, tu te vides davantage et te flétris sans aucune réelle emprise Tu dois supporter le poids de cete défante dans ces yeux qui pourtant espérent Nous aurions tous aimé naitre sans aucune forme de conscience de soi Vivre simplement comme des animaux répondant àleurs instincts primaries Tout serait bien plus simple ainsi, oui tout aurait été bien plus simple ainsi Nous n'aurions pas à porter ce fardeau de vie conduisant à cette nausèe Nous empênchant de vivre et de profiter de chaque instant présent... Alone at your table, nobody to speak with, staring at all this mess around you Counting hours passing and waiting stoically for the end of that cursed day Nobody remaining at your sides but just wastes and your own mortal emanations They all remind you that routine of life gnawing slowly all your bones and soul And wrecking that own free will to take part in all these kind of absurd scenarios Finally, your stomach starts yelling, it's time to feed all that mass of living flesh Maybe, tomorrow will be a better day and this time it will worth waking up So your hands start crawling towards your cutleries (sic) like trembling filthy worms Sorely you hold them tight like a little bird bringing painfully its prey to its nest Enjoy the flavour of tasteless dead matter decomposing in your slobbery mouth Now, it's time to foster your sociality (sic), bring back some fuel in that suffocating home You must convince yourself you're above all of them to keep that faith towards life You want to be nourished by complaints and weeping; You want them to beg for your help Domination is the key: ruling over their minds will help you to reach the end of the day So you start visiting your usual places and take part into (sic) countless futile conversations Walking back home, now you pray your legs to not leave you once and for all Focused on your feet, you try to avoid the sharp stones and curious staring eyes Let me introduce you other (sic) humans running after the same fatuous ideals Begging for recognition, assuming their irresponsibility and ready to muck you So be the first one at the starting line, don't hesitate to shove them and welcome glory

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025