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Heavens grant what we seek
Lend us the will to destroy
And the strength to rebuild this empire
From their bones and their guts

Sun has returned at last
Upon our scarred skin burns the prophecy
Slay the son, become one, seeking lust

Pounding terror becomes the loss of all fear
Breathing the cinders - The stars will turn to dust

Do it - Bring the spears of sacred doom
Agony is the real war king
We redeem the mortal sins
The undefeated scourge walking dead

Seal me forever into ecstasy
The light exceeds all the binds
One mind oversees the loss of me
Seal me forever into this golden sea

Being devoured by thee
There's no good or evil deed
Free me from this

Sinful - Pitiful
Why do you lead the flock?
All of your disguises are lies

Spreading the philosophies of venomous greed
The last of divine deception can't breed

Distant reflection of the truth

Striving for the sun at dawn
Blackened and torn, war has come

Ready for war, we cease to kneel
Suicide, it's live or die
We are the living proof
Regicide - all is falling

There is feasting once more where we give the sun our sacrifice
The night seems to devour creation
This is the day in which we're sent to take no one alive
Our might needs not to hide ambition

Draw out the sword, you'll see how we build empires
Our march storms like raging sea
Dust and bones is all that's left once we summon thee

Through the flask observe the flame turning black
Transmutation from the fire
Burn the seal upon thee, smell the skin ablaze
Deteriorate old scars with nails
No reaction from the flesh
Ichor seeps in me, a new life begins
Rebirth

This bleak maze - I want to see where it leads
Between all the fallen creeds
I want to see how the lies and deceptions will die
This devious creed drains life from me
What we can be is the final creation of a destined breed

The corpse decayed emerging from the mud
With a grim scroll shall life in thee be complete

Scorch and burn, make us free
We bring inhuman greed
End of time is here
One by one, dust to dust
The doomsday dice is cast
We'll never fall from grace

All I feel, piercing winds

Desperate cries echo from the pits
Where the real trial will now test his life

Pray - As it all begins
Frail - As the flesh of Christ

Bring the dead god to me
Reveal the conspiracy

Wait in the dark heart of the sanctuary
What lurks below?
Wonderful rooms with golden ceilings
Bleeding their wounds unto me
Monoliths laid upon monoliths
Within the excavation
Come to me, we'll be breaking free
From the incantation

Lyrics to Adversary Of Bigotry :
No light beyond our backs
No sound before our voice raises
Aeons of darkness are passed by right now
Kneel down we're your leaders
Don't forget it
Shoulder in this unholy war
Bow down we're the saviors of your filthy

Ratio noster qui es in mentes
Sanctificetur nomen tuum;
Adveniat regnum tuum;
Fiat voluntas tua,
Sicut in caelo, et in terra
Panem nostrum supersubstantionem
Da nobis hodie;
Et dimitte nobis debita nostra,

Heading for the home of god
The scent of christian blood is upon thee
Seeking to ascend upon the throne again

With rage we're moving forward,
We don't spare a single human being, no one's left, alive
Descend upon the ones who don't submit to our master's will,
No one's left alive

Hearing shattered divine voices
Screaming from the scattered bible Fool!
"God is the light"

Insane – Where no god dominates
Shall be no response and no rewarding
I can feel someone who beholds me

Затишье. Два войска западного и восточного мира собрались по две враждующих стороны. Остается ждать, пока кто-то бросит первый камень и начнется резня. И вот свершилось. Под обезумевшие от гнева крики подпевают звоны клинков. Солдаты умирают один за другим. А из-за чего, спросите вы? Из-за веры. Из-за слепого верования в своего псевдобога, который "милосерден" к каждому нуждающемуся! Такое количество погибших людей не обошла и сама погибель. Зеленая туча с ужасающим ликом скопилась над полем битвы, внимательно высматривая - кто же следующий. Чтобы забрать его с собой и показать, что нету никаких богов. Есть только смерть!

Обложка сразу дает понять, о чем будет воспевать "час покаяния" в этом альбоме. Злостное средневековье... Некоторые считают его "черной страницей в книге человеческой истории". И один из атрибутов средневековья - крестовые походы. Навязывание своей веры другим ради расширения влияния церкви.

В музыкальном плане альбом как мраморная плита - величественная, крепкая и сплошная. В нем очень сложно выделить какую-то одну песню, которая лучше других. Каждая песня приемлемая, но не более того. От предшественников отличается воинственным настроем. На этом фишки(а) и заканчиваются. Тот же альбом 2012 года, который на портале считается лучшим сего квартета, более мелодичен.

Группа делает правильный ход. После предыдущего альбома, этот словно манна небесная. На "Regicide" вовсе складывается впечатление, что ударнику в студии выдали два тазика и пластмассовую тарелку, на которой он "виртуозно" наяривал. Но, ударника сменили. И это - правильно! Мне по нраву такая вакханалия ударных, как здесь, та и по тематике альбома в самый раз. Сразу заметно мастерство барабанщика (которое будет показывать себя от начала и до конца альбома). Вот только без сучков на деревянной поверхности не обходится. Звук у группы записан таким образом, что ударные ВСЕГДА на переднем плане. И если в предыдущих ударники были "добрее", что ли, и давали гитаристам на некоторых моментах показать себя, сбавляя темп долбежки, то Давид Биллиа смотрит на ударную установку, как на пельмени: упарывается в нее словно дятел, пытаясь проверить на прочность. Нужно иметь развитое чувство музыки, чтобы выслушать гитары. Я бы с удовольствием послушал их просто так, без вокала и ударных. Вокал типичного итальянца. Какую детх-группу из страны-сапога не возьми - у всех гроул абсолютно одинаковый.

Hex the liars, feed them to fire
Crush them – Crush all the seeds of this race

Upon them feast never to rise again

We have decided to finally wage this war
A trail of flesh and limbs is burning
We have decided to bring an end to this revolting

Fading souls of fallen kings waiting for the rite again
Peeling off the flesh, grinding broken bones from those bodies
Collected from the battlefield to desecrate the enemies
Dust above breaches the consecrated walls

The last you'll see of this twisted world
Desecrated souls
Above the rite you shall see

An impure race of blinded sheep
They follow in line an infamous shepherd
Who holds their souls controls their deeds
Make them believe in words venomous seeds

False glorification of the unseen
Silent vile submission to the master
Preachers transform people in stupid puppets that believe

Treacherous, smouldering
Storm of sand, burn the cross
Severing, all the heads

Fall of the servants
Treading on the ones who're in awe
Of the serpent
Beg for mercy fools!

Humiliate is dominate.

The curse of the weak is a spiral fall.
Powerless scream. The saviour is still unseen.
A mortal god stole my light and reshaped my pain.
Once again I'm the weak one, I'm shapeless for you.
Innocence, still laughing at me.
How could I revive its memory again?

Slave of a forthcoming world.
I walk a path of
solitude, step by,
step, until my precious grave,
further from where you are,
to fall one more time again.
Isolate, I made walls of silence.
Feed me with your emptiness,

Cursed be those who led their sons to the path of the false salvation
Dreaming of being purified through redemption
Trusting in lies that blinds their minds with idolatry and misconception
Lies will lead them all to self-destruction

Servants bow your heads and obey to the church
Prayers waiting for the judgement
Observants, unveil the layer of falsity to see an uneasy

The sons of the harbinger gods
Bred to know, not revere, nor submit
Through the dust they will shine with a sparkle of light
To rip the leash of flesh

Deceits of the worms of denial
They shall clean, no remorse to the end
All the traces of this venomous, degenerate sin

Swallowed down. Is this my last stairway?
Still I feel a needle thru my flesh
that brings smoke, it bars the view,
cleaning remorse out of me.
Pure denying.
I became a survivor
at one with these spires that feed me on.
My own shelter for cold stung my face,

My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread
With scorn and despise and disdain

Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain
Thirsty – blood spilt on my reign
This world soaked with fear, demise
The earth is covered in scars

Thousands of Christs

Looking in the enemy's eyes
I can see the reflex of fear
No breath can stop
My severe scourging hand
Down on the ground
Imploring me

[Sample from the movie "Alien" featuring Ash, played by Ian Holm:]
I admire its purity. It's a wonder,
Unclouded by conscience, remorse... or delusions of morality.

No more explanations from God.
His voice is now dry as desert
for the children of the Earth to come.
Blood and dust, milk with poison