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Coils of Hatred
03:49
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slaughter them and wipe them out
cull them all - one by fuckin’ one
is it the way we’re supposed to live?
replacing tyranny with savagery
the seed of hate has been planted on the sixth day
the most inherent part of disgusting human nature
great harvest has failed in every possible way
this virus of hate is spreading like a fucking pest
bring the rain on holy mother earth
for there is nothing worth to be saved
like a beast in a cage of flesh
await for a moment to unleash a vengeful rage
feral instincts on the verge of sanity
mindless frenzy of consuming grief
the human imperfection, the essence of abjection
deprived of hope, at mercy of the devil’s incarnation
like a spirit bringing down a mayhem
how can we all be so blind
to ignore these simple facts
you can’t escape the fate of a bug
lethargic indifference turns all into dust
we had it all yet we turned it into trash
we squandered the sacred gift of life
I seek for final solution
to start from scratch
this human cancer deserves to be dispatched
like a beast in a cage of flesh
await for a moment to unleash a vengeful rage
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Woebegotten
04:05
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immersed in decay, poisoned with resentment
embracing darkest vision of my own dismay
living in a lie with my eyes shut
filled with self-disgust - fuck
abandoned by myself, I’m counting final breaths
expelling begging screams of a dying will
ceaselessly fighting battles I cannot win
slowly strolling on the verge of insanity. insanity.
bearing chains on my hands
I’m slave to myself
time to stray from the path
I’m slave to myself
bestowed with a curse
immersed in decay, poisoned with resentment
embracing darkest vision of my own dismay
slowly strolling on the verge of insanity
from a cage that I cannot escape
bearing chains on my hands
I’m slave to myself
time to stray from the path
I’m slave to myself
I’m slave to myself
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god has been dethroned, servants fight themselves
wolf in sheep’s clothing has hidden in the herd
it feasts upon the fear, In veil of darkness it creeps near
only man can show such ignorance, incepted by indifference
god has been dethroned, harmony is at stake
god has been dethroned, new tyrant in his place
dread, is pulsing in the veins, innocence shall decay
from follower to a slave, all kneel and obey
we’re of no avail, If we look away, striving to fail, avoiding truth that’s being said, captured in dissonance.
the serenity can’t return, trembling with the fear of the fate one can’t unturn
we weave a nest, where we can’t rest, we’ll perish at the behest.
god has been dethroned, harmony is at stake
god has been dethroned, new tyrant in his place
mindless sheep cower in silence
rotting alive from what’s retained inside
unholy vile measures with malevolent intentions
passion and rage under a hollow mask
horrors with no perception of evil
your god has been dethroned
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Dregs of Me
04:37
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the fiction of the truth, the ailment of the heart
it overburdens me, inhumed i want to flee
the fiction of the faith, it keeps alive the flame, eyes pointed at the sun can’t see the world collapse, the beauty in despair
the beauty in despair
the beauty in despair
it overburdens me, my empty shell in rust i cannot turn the time back, horrific thoughts attack
I know this sufferance can’t be overbeared, the fate that horrifies me has become my nemesis
I feel my every sense become numb, there are still instincts which strive to survive
but when the twilight comes, it flays my mind to bone
i can’t feel me, dismay is the only thing i know
once there was luck, once all was gold
now there is void, nothing grows
self-aimed wrecking for the sake of none
inside the shrine which is my corpse
so I became a shade of me
with every breath i cease to be
my god did forsake me, no more me in myself, now I am someone faceless
I try to figure out, what is this all about
misery measured by counting the dregs of me
dregs of me
I feel my every sense become numb, there are still instincts which strive to survive
but when the twilight comes, it flays my mind to bone
I can’t feel me, dismay is the only thing i know
once there was luck, once all was gold, the leprous times in hermitage
the devolution has begun, death, death of me
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the fog of war grinds on and on
thy kingdom falls thy will is gone
on earth as it is in hell
slaying those who belong to the kind of our own
weeping in their blood, now we are bereft of love
many lessons have been taught
none of them has been learnt
like a mongrel, humans always bite their tails
"(The) war would end if the dead could return."
holy essence of abjection
the human imperfection
defiled, deprived of hope, we are victims of (our) own deception
the waves of odium are flooding the earth
erasing what needs to be erased
“We are the pure and chosen few
And all the rest are damned
There’s room enough in hell for you
We don’t want heaven crammed!”
we are trapped in the desolation
descending from the filth of the gods,
an everflowing stream of their disgust
destined for extinction - an epidemic pestilence
disfiguring the greatness of the world
we are born from the dust, to be turned into dust
descending from the filth of the gods
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Sewer Dwellers Kraków, Poland
Sewer Dwellers is a brand new band from Cracow, Poland which embodies a fresh perspective on the modern blend of Deathcore
and Death Metal while incorporating some symphonic elements.
FFO: Fit For An Autopsy, Lorna Shore, Chelsea Grin.
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