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Ἀ​Π​Ο​Κ​Ά​Λ​Υ​Ψ​Ι​Σ

by TRESPASSER

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Mark Lindhout
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Mark Lindhout Righteous and aggressive. The only stance worth taking in a world where fear herds people into dumb fascism.

Nationalism, populism, identity politics, these are all the effects of late stage capitalism... And somehow, we're all still collectively surprised at how hard the market is fucking us. Come on — Let's eat those billionaires!

Trespasser have already taken care of the soundtrack. Favorite track: Hand in hand towards Har-Megiddo.
mourner
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mourner With their high energy melodic black metal with infusions of hardcore Trespasser will get to you and swipe you off your feet. Great stuff! Favorite track: Hand in hand towards Har-Megiddo.
erin
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erin Holokaustos starting at 4:15 is swaying-in-the back-of-the-venue perfection. Favorite track: Holókaustos, or the Justification and Affirmation of Hierarchical Order by the Symbolism of Immolations.
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…and through my tears I saw a dawning sun Through fire and dust - springs early morn Through my tears and my blood, I saw a dawning sun A blushing horizon of springs early morn Vanquished foes underneath our feet Upon our brow the victor's wreath They which destroy the earth; destroyed be thee! You will suffer defeat upon defeat upon defeat upon defeat Forward! Into the Light! Join the ranks of proud tradition A march thats been under way For thousands of years Forward, in perpetual rebellion! Which was, and is, and is to come Glory and honour to that which liveth for ever and ever! Out of the shadows and into the light Once again! You can not evoke it, you can not miss it You have nothing to fear Revolution is an ongoing everlasting process You are the harrower, soldiering on Through muddy fields and acres of stone Towards the burning horizon Yes, victory is daunting and power is mistrustful But inevitable above all! Have you heard the bells that are ringing? Did you hear the trumpets sound? The multitudes are on the march! Prepare to respond, not if, but when, your name is called!
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Only with patience and faith Can the Marked be overturned Sword can not slay them, chain can not hold them And human flesh is not for burning Judgment is upon them nonetheless! As the rivers are overflowing Like a strange tide, and four angels from the four corners of the earth said: What does your God desire? What does your master demand? His lands are endless, when you have naught, so Why is there a whip in his outstretched hand? Burn the records of the creditor! The creditor wept at the sight of it all As multitudes marched over rivers shore Untethered from ignorance, unchained from their toil A raging wildfire flaring up through the soil Let the Wicked show us the way! Who borrows, but pays not again! And smite the Righteous’ mercyful institutions And gifts of bondage and persecution Locusts, on you! A murderer is what you are! Surely I can not be held accountable for my father and his father before him? Then tell me - from where, then, comes your wealth? I can assure you - I am not a thief and I am no robber! That is not enough; when you keep for yourself that which was created for all - day in and day out you slay those that could have thrived on your abundance Be certain that you will find nothing but sweat and tears When you sift through the rubble and the scattered coins from your overthrown tables The creditor points to a mountain of spoils from far away lands, from another man's toil: “Look what I have bestowed upon you!” The debtors retort comes swift like a sword: “By gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs; who owes who becomes who owns who”
3.
Slaves go to sleep knowing when morning comes They will rattle their fetters in unison, accompanied by the trumpets call Again, again, again and again the hammer will fall We’re made of flesh stronger than steel, and these chains are old The slaves went to rest with hands worked to the bone, from tearing and ripping on chains bloody from days of dust and stone Flesh, nails and teeth against iron forged, but when morning comes their work will be of another sort O, Revenge and Rage! O, Day of Wrath! O, Retribution! We´re here for your demise - not our absolution From our breast our sense of pride was torn They said it was holy to endure! But by the lashes of the whip a dream was born We will be the honourable thrall no more By our lungs the trumpets sound we are gathered here before the Throne Not to bow in genuflexion But in honour of Eve's first transgression! We´re not here to be absolved Nor to sigh before the Throne Ignorant to what the Book will find We cry REJOICE! The End is nigh! Lo! the Judge from heaven descends Greeted with spears and torches aflame Day of wrath and doom impending both Book and Throne in ashes ending
4.
There will come a time When the last soldier is buried with the last gun And the last mine is disarmed As the dust settles from the last bomb When fortress and citadel are empty And the wild beasts of the desert shall lie within Owls shall dwell there, Satyrs shall dance there Jackals will howl in their desolate palaces And by sword and by pen We will bring it to end Flakes of ash Flakes of ash like a snowfall And the wild beasts of the islands shall cry in their desolate houses The day will come, yes, the day will come When we sow in the ashes of the world that once was Because fire walks beside us Like an old and treasured friend The birds and the flowers of spring and of summer Will come again We do not answer to bones in the ground We only answer to the wind and the sky
5.
Smoke from flesh, dust from bone One hundred oxen upon the pyre One thousand stomachs empty Madness will crave it's tribute in human spirit and soul Ashes unto the wind Putrid dirt, decrepit filth An overwhelming stench of decay From layers of human waste Blood, sweat and tears washed down the gutter Fowl fall dead from an overcast sky before our eyes The landfill is hungry Heavy stone upon heavy stone upon heavy stone upon clay Watch it crumble Heavy stone upon heavy stone upon heavy stone upon clay Behold the temple fall and slide into unforgiving waters So cut loose your SACRIFICIAL lambs Put out the pyre Conserve your sweat and tears Noone is cleansed by a market in corpses Here come the ships with wares to put on the fire Oblations - once blood of beast, now sweat of man We pay our tithe in discarded debris
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From ancient graveyards we extracted life Barrel upon barrel of primordial soup of a new and incendiary kind We conjured up an eternal summer from a force stronger than a thousand slaves And we danced and we laughed in the light from the graveyards On former pastures was thousand-fold factories that catered for a swifter life Vast fields of resilient crops and effective remedies for the plagues of the new silk roads But what grows in exhausted soil and plastic ashes? As we marched under a scorching artificial sun, guided and blinded by a seemingly eternal daylight, we chased the night away, REJOICE and JUBILEE! But who would be there to greet the dawn, when the sun rose, 'next morning? Then came the Maxim Gun with jade and spice for everyone. Tiger tanks patrolled both sides, so that everyone felt safe The lungs of creation struggled for breath in invisible gas and smoke As trolley upon trolley filled with loot made its way up north In the warmth we multiplied and reveled in our merchandise As she told the story I could almost see the faces of the once-people that came before me They were so colourful and odd; so curious and sad, but proud, and they sang: Hand in hand towards Armageddon we go One for one, and all for all Through conjured up deserts and the nuclear snow Hand in hand towards Armageddon we go The once thundering asphalt rivers are now silent A strange noise cuts through the night, a dying fire The iron trail still plods away, outside palaces past No white lines in the sky no more but you can see the stars
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Emancipated - shackle-less but in bondage still Oathbound - tainted by ancestral sin Oathbreaker - chaos will be your legacy! Chaos, and only chaos, will you bring What beautiful chaos it was! What delightful disarray! What majestic confusion! It was divine pandemonium A wondrous turmoil Lo and Behold! The day is here! Songs of praise, songs of joy The final jubilee! Say the kings of old: Heed our warning, mark our words It echoed from beyond: Your days are numbered, this day is cursed Yes! We are doomed to power We are destined for victory Condemned to dominance - sentenced to prevail Cursed with the task of stewardship Over the rubble you left behind Ordained in the cloth of righteousness By the secular powers that be All twelve tribes, all seven crowns Came together in unison From their mouth an old song in a new shroud Not sword, not fire, not horn, not whip But a clean and open hand! Ἀλληλούϊα! No gods has sent their grace upon us Ἀλληλούϊα! We have burdened ourselves with our own providence Let the air raid sirens sound Not for war, but in ἀλληλούϊα! Let the trumpets sound Ἀφέσεως σημασία! Let the air raid siren sound! Not for war, but inἀλληλούϊα! Let it all come down! Ἀφέσεως σημασία!

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released February 3, 2023

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TRESPASSER Vretstorp, Sweden

Aggressive metal + anarchism.

All revenue from digital sales of Чому не вийшло? goes to Rojava through different projects.

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