Soreption - Jord [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to Jord [Full Album 2022] by Soreption

Tracklist: 01. The Artificial North To depend on our nature, to save ourselves To live another minute, for greed A monument of humanity Bursts out of the surface and blackens the sun The time has come to elevate, regenerate, reanimate Our kind from the aeons before we emulate The wonder of our humanity Burst from the surface and take down the sun The last thing to leave this earth will be our clandestine wrath The will to live for all of Gaia Will be gone before our death We infest the land, a claim for the dead Making laws for man that man are bound to break Mechanized and digitalized, Our flesh and minds getting the best of us The flaws of mortality Ended with our search for eternity Struggles of god-hood, reshaping fate There is no difference between us and the infinite The last thing to leave this earth will be our clandestine wrath The will to live for all of Gaia Will be gone before our death Our polluted minds are nothing but bio-stains on our timeline What’s left of our death is now part of the hive Saving all of man under a nation Equality made a mechanical mind Turning famine to corrosion An artificial spark, inhumanity born The last thing to leave this earth will be our clandestine wrath The will to live for all of Gaia Will be gone before our death 02. The Forever Born We stood our ground as the land began to twist and turn into sand We stood our ground as the entity took root in every aspect of reality We stood our ground when the powers that be ignored our suffering indefinitely We stood our ground as every ounce of our flesh became the resource to our rest Unmaker with crooked back and crooked horns Reshaper, the dirt abides the forever born A ritual in the mechanics of human tissue will permanently quell The fascination for freedom awakened from the blood where the suppressed fell There is no place for a hunter between a tyrant and an apex predator There is no place for humanity when dethroning the creator Unmaker with crooked back and crooked horns Reshaper, the dirt abides the forever born Unmaker with crooked back and crooked horns Reshaper, the dirt abides the forever born The crust of misshapen reality negates the defense of our society Beneath the surface, the hunger resides Nothing but trophies to our resistance keeps us alive Unmaker with crooked back and crooked horns Reshaper, the dirt abides the forever born Unmaker with crooked back and crooked horns Reshaper, the dirt abides the forever born Reshaper 03. Prophet The sacrifice for safety Leaving the desolate world of man The rancid carcass of continents Bereft of motivating despair The losses that we live through Toughen the skin, the illusions of sin The faults that we corrected Was inevitably wounds in the soil The scars are the mothers, a new dawn of man The lies are the fathers, biting the hand The scars are the mothers, a new dawn of man The liеs are the fathers, biting thе hand Under the sea lies the prophet An abyssal thought, a lucid dream Under the sea lights the prophet An end that stands the test of time Under the sea lies the prophet An abyssal thought, a lucid dream Under the sea lights the prophet An end that stands the test of time The gift of mutation A forced evolution left behind The trials of conviction Bearing the mark of our descendancy The echoes of the deep Spreads like venom through docile minds The grinning teeth of our lust resides So that people like you can survive Under the sea lies the prophet An abyssal thought, a lucid dream Under the sea lights the prophet An end that stands the test of time Under the sea lies the prophet An abyssal thought, a lucid dream Under the sea lights the prophet An end that stands the test of time A maelstrom of chaos Our presence never stood a chance The shrine of our binding Only bought us time The seals, the walls that hold us in place Dissipates in brine The last thing we learn for our service in vain Is that we were never meant to be alive Under the sea lies the prophet Under the sea lights the prophet Under the sea lies the prophet Under the sea lights the prophet 04. Each Death More Hollow Beneath the weight of a survivor’s mind An alienated frame, an abominable might A glimpse of lust binds to the rust A colossal momentum builds up to Fight, for a memory of life Blood flows with every step, with every push towards the light A kinetic abstract brought into strife All along we have been fighting to survive Given away our chance to be alive The gears are churning, grinding the soul With every step, the light turns into coal Each death more hollow All along we have been fighting to survive Given away our chancе to be alive The gеars are churning, grinding the soul With every step, the light turns into coal Each death more hollow Beneath the weight of a dying mind The rusted frame of declining might Death surrounds, as within so without As the blood boils, the mind hardens Complete to earn your right Complete to earn your right Refuse life to find your might Refuse life to find your might All along we have been fighting to survive Given away our chance to be alive The gears are churning, grinding, the soul With every step, the light turns into coal Each death more hollow All along we have been fighting to survive Given away our chance to be alive The gears are churning, grinding the soul With every step, the light turns into coal Each death more hollow My march for the greater good doesn't care about my refusal Each churning mile, the deeper I fade into my mind The transcriptions of ancient tongue keeps this vessel moving With every passing day I read my life in blood Each death more hollow 05. A Story Never Told Among the strangest of eternities In a blackened dream a leviathan breeds A will that stretches through realities In every existence it feeds The roots cry through, draining the landscape Powering the restless machine of man With every twist and move it grows even further A clockwork of eons merges with time Motionless awake I can feel my body wither, in wait for sleep In the endless black, as I wait for my dеmise I can see my world bow down The sights they еcho through my body, I behold Our eternity The death we breed The unspeakable The sights they echo through my body, I behold Our eternity My voice burns violently, heard by none Even darker the death of our descendancy A stagnant flow of morality Within our husks, oil resides With our will to evolve and be alive The purest of forms is the one that follows The masses straight to the gallows In the darkest of days and darkest of nights The wires dig deep into my spine Motionless awake I can feel my body wither, I can see my world bow down The sights they echo through my body, I behold Our eternity The death we breed The unspeakable The sights they echo through my body, I behold Our eternity My voice burns violently, heard by none The sound of splinters forming as my body twists asunder Pools of ink mark my deformity The sound of splinters forming as my body twists asunder The perpetual dark violently marks my monstrosity As a mountain I stand, never to be heard from again The knowledge of forever over time fades The warnings that die with me will echo through the void Like soaring chaos, a story never told Never told 06. The Chasm Just beneath a valley of the dead Nerves of an infinite city stretches The neon lights like the night's blood A safe home for the sickness A virus of the land Multiplying for another flood They will never find a home When thirst is god Beneath the chasm, they are waiting Waiting They will never be alone When thirst is god They grow in millions When death is a privilege The еarth cracks as metal expands Like a man-madе cancer The shining pinnacle of undeath Technology made immortal, agony made fair A life in expansion, made in despair They will never find a home When thirst is god Beneath the chasm, they are waiting Waiting They will never be alone When thirst is god They grow in millions When death is a privilege Death slows the growth Blue blood breeds infinity Death slows the growth Morality denied Erasing temporal flaws, deflection of a soul They will never find a home When thirst is god Beneath the chasm, they are waiting Waiting They will never be alone When thirst is god They grow in millions When death is a privilege The chasm is expanding Blue bloods burning millions The chasm is expanding Thirst is god Thirst is god Thirst is god 07. The Nether Realm's Machinery The heat-wave mauls the land The shell of civilizations hardens Cities buried miles deep Housing the ongoing extinction Between propaganda and disaster Between war and earthly submission Distrust molds the scenery Whatever brought the end is but fiction The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute with severed minds The leaders hoard the hearts of the fair Mass producing thoughts for the weak In every synapse there is corruption In every action there is corrosion The higher cast spews their taint Over a landfill for the masses The throne of the gorged shines Above humanity's trespass The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute, with severed minds The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute, with severed minds A bereavement of a civilization lost in time A cultural invasion, to erase the inherent resistance That lives in the newly dead The sane will twist the tragedy, selectively, for a moment of relief The mad will turn to the mute by the hands of the elite The sane will twist the tragedy, selectively, for a moment of relief The mad will turn to the mute by the hands of the elite When the time is right the people will fight the nether realms' machinery When time is not the world may find the darkness that consumes our kind When the time is right the people will fight the nether realms' machinery When time is not the world may find the darkness that consumes us The time is now 08. Död Jord When the burden of the dead spills to the living The corporate machine continues under a pseudonym The last gasp for free air, for the ones in opposition Under the filth and blood feeds a flag of independence. The disease is in their fetal minds Gluttonous greed is in their mold Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape The dead earth A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows The dead earth When blood is law and greed follows we own Our dead earth The darkest of times just before a rebellion The grinding of machines quiets by the uprising One night, there he hangs, the father of lies ripped skin cuts deep, the warden of lives A flood of filth, the anger, and joy bursts up to the surface, filling the void Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape The dead earth A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows The dead earth When blood is law and greed follows we own Our dead earth The world is ripe to recontaminate The golden wings of freedom are but rusted machinery The screams of joy, turn to void Between their grave and eldritch horror A nation stands in the ashes, awake In the destruction brought by their twisted fate It was not the end, the apocalypse, but a parasitic bond that formed now into forever Framtiden formas av hunger och självhat Död Jord Oavsett öde så pryglas vi av attentat Död Jord Bränn mig för överheten, skålla mig i lögner Död Jord Oavsett vad som leder oss till evigheten så överlever Död jord