Catalyst - A Different Painting For A New World lyrics
Tracks 01. Gathering Of New Forces
02. To Unleash Thy Heinous Fate 03. The Last Warning 04. Worms And Locusts 05. Arise Of The Anathema 06. Paragon Of Devastation 07. Behold Thy Purification 08. Peripeteia 09. The Catalyst's End 10. A Different Painting For A New World 01. Gathering Of New Forces
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02. To Unleash Thy Heinous Fate
Raise my tower! Crafted from an ancient spell
From this hour! I will build your extinction We send you a sign of a real pernicious swarm Strange corpses invade your sight, stare at the martyrs above you Behold, my art! Feel this noxious fear filling your soul with anxiety The Earth is about to be subject to the wrath of the nine Lords We despise your kind! We’ve seen the grave of their world Now they face the Lords’ endeavor Thy creation will collapse for I hold the power of the wise Now, your selfish reign is about to end so beg your successor A black firmament discloses this deadly future The fall of your kind, dire path of your end Everlasting awe, perpetual doom on Earth We curse your world and your breed to dethrone the woeful foe I lead your fate! We’ve seen the grave of their world Now they face the Lords’ endeavor Watch me come to be A nightmare for humanity Chaos and wisdom flow in my veins I shall be your final thought! 03. The Last Warning
Unleash thy heinous fate!
Those corpses are now waving in a pure shape Perceive this dread air we unveiled Gaze upon those dead men Disgraceful demise of your peers Pale faces struck in dismay Conceived by this illusion Scapegoats are hanging from the highest sphere Ominous vision of a ghastly torture A discernable pain Lies here, in front of them They are the witnesses of A trauma for aeons to come This is a silence worth a thousand words No one can speak yet the world realises A change has come Is this the end Human’s beliefs want us to see? Only the eyes of a pure man can perceive The guidance of a father in this nightmare Will there be a chance? Or is this the single outcome promised for men? This is the last warning and the decline of the Almighty As carcasses are falling ashes infest your fields This is the last warning before the obliteration Of this bleak reality rough and utterly uncontrolled The nothingness you were for all those years Shall back down to be nothing again For an eternity yet to come Your wretched kind will suffer The same issue as your master He, the corrupted among the wise Beyond the abstraction of space and time An odd aura descends upon us all A malevolent influence Induces our downfall A symbol of perfection Oozing from unseen forces This is a silence worth a thousand words No one can speak yet the world realises A change has come Is this the end Human’s beliefs want us to see? Only the eyes of a pure man can perceive The guidance of a father in this nightmare Will there be a chance? Or is this the single outcome promised for men? 04. Worms And Locusts
For the first time we appear to the eye of the treacherous swarm
Forged and shaped in different flesh, hidden from the sight of the Omnipotent Death quietly settles in, constrained penitence Its supremacy is about to collapse under the weight of our excellence The havoc we wreak! The watchful eye of the Great Architect is blinded and weakened Cold bloodshed hammering down the sinister breed Worms and locusts! Decimate the structure of mankind Worms and locusts! Cast away those abominations No grief for the swine! Like worms, they burn and crawl before their long unseen Lords Still, the demented idol will vanish from this world Unspeakable atrocities fiercely striking the Earth A dismal silence spreading out while they die Disdain of lives! Trapped in this place, a vicious vortex I am here to create, with the power of the Eight Immense torment, anthem of your banishment Abide in my word, thou shalt not repent Existence of humanity disappears as we proceed Our plan reaches complete fruition, wicked pandemonium roams the Earth From this divine wrath a sublime world will be reborn A grand opprobrium overwhelming those doomed creatures The watchful eye of the Great Architect is blinded and weakened Cold bloodshed hammering down the sinister breed Worms and locusts! Reap the sentence! Worms and locusts! Reap the sentence! 05. Arise Of The Anathema
From the deepest slumber I awake
Absolute clarity fills my air As I stare at the embodied fate Of my magnificent art and of my pawns Such a disillusionment, a betrayal to my creation But with pure authority I reign upon this universe Sitting on my unseen throne I witness this abhorrence, a shameful slight I am the father of everything, the reason for all that lives! I shall regain my stature, almighty force of yore! Still I am an anathema, a pariah Among the wise men I despise Envious of my boundless virtue Desperate to reclaim my former strength They foist their will upon the weak They won’t reach this ideal they conceived And I will reconquer what was taken I stand still, unyielding above everything As I redeem my sway A malediction will strike your scheme Fool, you thought you were the sovereign, Don’t forget that I am the essence Sullen awakening from this abysmal torpor Listen to my voice, fear these mighty words This world is a mirror of the perfection I symbolise I am... your paragon! Arise my swelling madness And sail into the depths So hear my laughter A frantic scream, an echo from beyond Slavery, mockery, is all you deserve For you are my servants, you belong to me, The horrible yet perfect warden Nine holy vultures won’t change my reign You shall serve me, You shall serve me. 06. Paragon Of Devastation
Catastrophic machination awaits the renegade
Stuck in a pure paradox transcending their might Change of paradigm, let my will prevail Unfathomable corruption ingraining the core For my greatness reached the apex of its potency Worshipped by disposable lives I forged and raised As I imbue discord and harmony at once Horrid peripeteia for a crippled reprisal Out of sheer hatred I wipe out my art The time of reckoning approaches for the Catalyst My realm is boundless, so is my shrine I am the sole Emperor, bound to undefeated might There is no control you could take upon me I am the paragon of devastation This grand dolor of treachery finds an ease Through this calamitous situation I steer Piercing the light around them, bearing wide haze Let chaos and obscurity reign again The time of reckoning approaches for the Catalyst My realm is boundless, so is my shrine I am the sole Emperor, bound to undefeated might There is no control you could take upon me I am the paragon of devastation A timeless rest awaits the servant of this universe Left to rot away until I construct once again Lords shall fall, Lords shall fall, Lords shall fall, Lords shall fall as I rise again! 07. Behold Thy Purification
I was once among yours, ashamed to be part of your kind
I’ve been chosen by the Lords to watch over you, to choose your path to be And now I stand here silently, ready to tear your world apart Born to engender titanic mayhem Chained hands of humanity trapped between wisdom and chaos From its spreading plague, my will compelled to carry extinction The death of knowledge, a paralysis of years of evolution A sacrifice we have to make Abjure your quest of salvation before me For there’ll be no greater perspective for you Lords of light Is there bliss in our design? Or do we have drowned In the same void that we have made? Be prepared to consume your last breath, decimation of lives To rejoin a desultory nameless space, illusive sign of death As the lunacy of the almighty is draining the sands of time Thus, nothing will be relieved Stare at the last rays from the sun, time freezing for a moment A leap to the other side for humankind, abominable and hateful Strife between the majesties of this monumental universe Behold thy purification! Cherish the behest of your crucial downfall For there is no greater perspective for you Lords of light Is there bliss in our design? Or do we have drowned In the same void that we have made? Can we avoid this dreadful fate conceived for all? Struck with shades of light at the crack of dawn For there is no other perspective for you Lords of light Is there bliss in our design? Or do we have drowned In the same void that we have made? See how your lives Are nothing for the Omniscient No one can be saved From the grip of its loathsome scourge Now the voices slowly extinguish A deafening silence for centuries... Oh, I mourn thy loss! 08. Peripeteia
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09. The Catalyst's End
Cataclysmic storms came from beyond the skies
Shafts of light arose from the horizon Striking their eyes, let them be crucified Deep in their mind, they knew I’d prevail Bend the knee before me, I shatter this unity To send those deities into forlorn nihility Prostrate the stars with abysmal screams Release my spleen, your wardens collapsing Your feeble frame will face oblivion I am peerless, and I will cast you down! This is the meaning of the end A vast bottomless hole where they fall The emptiness will be their final land Hear your screams crashing on the wall Destroying your plan by my hand Now cue the horns, embrace your fate I draw chaos upon the Eight Consider the Catalyst’s end! Can you feel the chthonian heat of the Earth? Can you hear the celestial bells chiming your demise? Outstanding symbol of an aborted birth Of a perfect realm you couldn’t reach Watch those dreamless pawns being annihilated And contemplate the prodigal child dying Now, burn my rage The brim of this age Crown back my reign May we suffer until the end! 10. A Different Painting For A New World
I venture beyond boundaries
A vociferous lull surrounds my shell Overwhelmed by an abstract landscape A breathless experience I soared to the heights of my power To plunge to the inmost depths Our vision collapses in the obscure chasm Dimensions fall down beneath Out of the blackness, show me the way Unveil me the passage Where are you Lords? Enter my tomorrow, bereaved of dusklight’s soul Through death and chaos I was assuming your fate I was the future, the promise of a better end For this tyranny that grieves our inner self I had an image, a different painting for this ideal Die with me in vain Watch our souls melting In nothingness, meaningless, Lest this is our end A portrait of misery Devoid of all poetry Nothing to save down here There is no whole if the wise men fall My muted tongue cannot shape the call I was the only chance to change this tragic thrall I remember those shrill cry And the sudden dearth of sound A scene of painful desolation Decline and failure of a lost fortune Face the absence That strikes the deepest part of myself My soul falls as a feather, forever Engulfed in the void Through death and chaos I was assuming your fate I was the future, the promise of a better end For this tyranny that grieves our inner self I had an image, a different painting for a new world. |