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Process Of Decadence

by Iconoclast

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1.
Spectacle Of Manipulation In arrogance, driven by greed, a divine right to have control And those who are opposed are therefore against the will of god Traitors! They will be called and put into a trance of pain Resentment, their preference, obsession against life itself Control, the rotten womb That gave birth to this cruelty A spectacle, offered to the ones Who in desperation blindly obey Submission is their vow A complete denigration of life Insulting the very purpose of the mind As they pray and serve with pride So the blind ones are hypnotized They are gathered in their own ignorance This is the false principle of faith From the truth of their lives they were misled Their sacred revelations A corrupt interpretation of a lie Indignant and pessimists Unstable, insane fanatic minds! A miserable doctrine, a feeble self-complacency A blindfolding illusion, indispensable frailty An afflicted spirit was crucified to its fear Thus they undergo a tortured life with a lustful feel And the shepherds vividly observe The sadism and the violence that is constrained The truth you dread of life will not be cleansed by these cruel deeds When in suffering, even your gods can bleed!
2.
Scabrous torture The hands of the weak-minded are gruesomely blood-stained As those who have denied of god in torture had been slain Viciously imposing faith, forcing them to kneel and pray If not they become abused victim of an unbearable pain Bathe all prescribed evil In fountains of blood Unspeakable affliction Tormenting their souls Staring at the torture, they lacerate themselves Mistreatment of the body, the virtue of disgrace Pain mutilates the flesh, the body against the floor Corruption and humiliation by the violent law of god As you desperately pray While brutally denailed Burning spikes pierce your flesh, You plead and strive for death A lurid tortured victim You lie onto your blood Among deaf screams you wonder Where is their god? They thrive on your wounds, they envy your pain Through torture they will rectify By their hands, a foretaste of death Suffering - The enlightening disease Despise for life, a lust for death The hangmen abuse the condemned The revelations they adore Were all written in blood Under their hands, a victim you are You suffer as much as they want Their carnal lust, their need of grief Unsatisfied morbidity A sordid lust, repulsive need In pain they submit their fear Through morals and they ways of old They become your righteous god Corrupting the suffering under their divine lies Experiencing the darkest corners of perverted minds They stare at your agony with cold, indifferent eyes The remains of the torture, a corpse covered with flies Severe molestation Sickening submission An intrinsic degradation Sorrow is twisted into pleasure A humiliated naked god Crucified on the cross Their sanctified cloth is covered With the slaughtered victims' blood When all is dirty, the clean is like a stain!
3.
Inherent Weakness Perverted way of life induced by your own frailty Hidden, afraid to awake into an abrupt reality Raised in fear, your life was put through pain and discomfort Followers who kneel in front of a mourning illusion Victim of the highest strains In your skin, the scars of your soul Sitting in the corner of an empty world Staring at the nothingness of a great void How paltry has been your own amount of consciousness? The hope you were offered have had this repressive effect To a vain god you sacrificed your pride and nature And the concealed lies have turned into your own complexion Feeble minds considering darkness as their light But all that you embrace is what in reality you shall despise Identical and permanent A perennial existence in distress A hollow belief has fallen from grace The suffering that has been inflicted on your life Is meant to never heal, not even with the pass of time Your idols do not shine if they are not provided light Your reasons and beliefs are nothing but a worthless lie! Submerged in lifeless agony, enduring an oppressive wound Hanging from the rope of hope upon an catastrophic doom You will never live too long to see how your life has been misled How could they invent this lie, believe it and convince themselves?
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Suicide 04:15
Suicide Hysteria, exalting utter state of dread Long for death in complete despair Cast your shadow, hit your body against the floor In anonymity, spill your blood Unworthy of life - you are just one more into a contempt mass Expect to find in death the solace of your life Unassailable desire to die Take the knife - violently pierce your skin Pathetically, slit your wrists Self-inflicted wounds that testify your pain and desolation What change will death bring to us? Will time and existence be suspended? Underlying victim of your sacrifice Realize we are not condemned to death but life Traumatizing solution, a foretaste of death is revealed Deprived in total emptiness, trapped within your misery As you despise the gift of life, terrified you strive to die The burden you have left behind, will haunt you throughout space and time A nightmare of perversions submerged in fear So your contagious suffering will not conceal The traces of the scars you wear will never heal Prepare to dwell into the shadows of a silent realm
5.
Praise Of The Absurd The false ones exhort the vapid mass To gather and praise what they called divine An absolute expression of decadence Driven by their own inner emptiness A death's revelation has been spread The weak ones have embraced it in a pain intense Because they were given something to believe in And now they need it - their spirits are enslaved An indecent world has now been presented The twisted testimony of what they have manipulated A reality imposed by a depraved observer To follow those who kneel so as to serve and suffer Crawling before a false man-like idol, which explanation is not even shallow A place in which questions have been forbidden What have we done to deserve our world to be departed from the sun? As at the throne of filth these idolaters kneel Commendation gathered in their temples Sacred constructions that celebrate death The death of the ones who were conceived in blood But as blood built them, blood shall bring them down An absurd essential to those empty minds Towards a life of pain, they all strive Crawling in the dark in the kingdom of the blind What else is left to be sacrificed? There is no salvation For there is nothing from which we must be saved Submission as a fateful cult A cult that on your knees you shall praise...
6.
Ulterior Reason Men have always tried to construct Upon the same old and deserted stone But their illusions always crumble As their vanity starts to collapse A repulsive will that want to spread Suffering on those who believe Proudly announcing the arrival of an idol The lie we must never forget A Revelation In chaotic silence A penetrating vision Within an assiduous obstinacy As they exist in bitterness, they face a spiteful reject Do they feel despair? Can they feel the pain? But now that they are lost in an abrupt reality They embrace the impossible, based on worthless falsity I risk myself in a path that has never been walked Evoking the unexplainable in a journey through the dark Conscious that every secret was deprived of our lives I am destined to emerge with a sun that will never rise! I have withstood this bestowed destiny And I always will as it is my need Even if I had to testify it With my own tears...
7.
The Great Disdain I have lived long enough to foresee The catastrophic nature of this fallacy A king with a crown of thorns Wounded, hanging from a cross But from the martyrs' ashes A new doctrine will be born By power and submission your spirit was conceived Under a deadly affliction you have been forced to live But your morals and false virtues Are the legacy of old To knowledge and independence You were always opposed Cursed be the day that man created religions and their gods Glorify this day! For every god, a grave shall be dug! Have you ever realized how little we are in comparison with time? But you follow the blind into nothingness As lies are the obsessions of the automata Tragic servant, lost in a labyrinth Self-created by a despicable need But if you want to find peace in this world Your spirit must be prepared for war!
8.
A Doctrine Despised Is our reason denied? The doubt remains in few But the hypocrites deceive them with false truths With an absolute - fanatical belief Force them to kneel before a superior being A pathological insanity Which gave birth to the greatest falsity So they spread their epidemic 'divine' lies Decrepit teachings we have to despise A life of immorality that they redeem if you repent But who repents of 'sinning' is not an innocent They have imposed the 'god' you adore And you became a slave of necessity But you only praise the inventions of some men Lost in a twisted state of vanity The apocryphal stories are only believed by the self-blinded ones But your grievance is growing - Time of penance has come And never pronounce their names again - In utter solitude our spirits shall be reigned! The insidious gods abandoned you If they somehow ever did exist Fictitious morals and deceitful words They shall be burnt so as to leave no trace But I am real! I do exist Despite the ones you adore fanatically Your cult will be transgressed, restrained and suppressed I am the oppressor, the ruthless antagonist Now fear - despise me My visions are beyond it all Despair before me, There are no gods!

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Recorded at Powerhouz Studio

Mastered by Marcelo Power.

Process Of Decadence Line Up:
Pablo Escobar: Vocals/Guitars.
Javier Bravo: Guitars.
Andrés Barra: Bass.
Juan Pablo Fernàndez: Drums.

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released October 7, 2016

Music: P. Escobar. J. Bravo, A. Barra, J. Fernández.
Lyrics: P. Escobar.
Concept: P. Escobar.
Artwork: José Canales.
Logo: Marcelo Hurtado

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Iconoclast Santiago, Chile

Iconoclast is a Chilean metal band formed in 2010 with the relase of their first E.P. called "Naqoyqatsi." Then, in 2016, "Process Of Decadence" was recorded and released. Now, a new four song E.P. will be announced in 2024.

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