Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Absolutist Regeneration, artist - Deathspell Omega. Album song The Furnaces of Palingenesia, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Record label: NoEvDiA
Song language: English
Absolutist Regeneration |
The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of |
the masses with hope and ever more hope. |
The unspeakable shall then become a |
certainty |
As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor |
demonic dimension. |
It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely |
because it spreads on the surface, barely |
Noticed, like a fungus |
Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of |
layers and layers of benevolence |
The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to |
triumph. |
Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. |
Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. |
If your thoughts |
collide with what we say, these thoughts cannot be yours. |
We will rip your |
mouth open and stuff you with the Truth, like a goose. |
The Truth will blossom |
in the end, be it over your swollen corpse |
The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury |
We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own |
way. |
We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old |
spectral world. |
We will cause a collective |
Trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars |
The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; |
its wisdom is |
incomparable; |
what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the |
best means of realizing them; |
unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best |
for the whole |
The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone |
mad |
The System does what it wants. |
Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you |
Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let’s raise a glass as the |
hour of redemption has come |