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Towers of Sin

by Nefasturris

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1.
Xenocide 03:55
Your fallacy - you assume a mortal sin For differing ways of life, or different shades of skin Supremacy - advocating genocide Kill the real enemy - go commit suicide Fear and paranoia strike to the bone Blurring the line between mankind and God Future of the species, factors unknown All hope is lost... Dying species, unashamed Moral sickness, unrestrained Nothing ventured, nothing gained When all is gone... when all is gone Moral tombs, consecrated Suffer, plead and die, or fall in line Iron-fisted spite, a loss of self-control Landmass wombs, breeding hatred Colour, creed, humanity despised Nothing's black or white - a loss of common sense
2.
Desperate for glory, beg for attention, seeking the stage for the thrill Yet faultless in blame, useless in action, and lacking in cognitive skill Drawn to your prey like a moth to the flame, resorting to sheer imitation Eight years of stress and you honestly thought that there'd be no retaliation? How does it feel, for all in your life, to stem from your hate for another? Stalking, abusing and lying for gain, and throwing your name in the gutter? Original thoughts you'd mistake for tumors, just eat a bullet to cure Abusing an angel doesn't make you a man, you're nothing but fucking manure No life left to waste on infantile fools Supremacy before reason Like a fire before the fuel Wasted time to expose your crime The king of thieves dethroned I'm the lock to your cell, that you've plunged straight to hell You waste of space, just leave me the fuck alone I'm sick of your crap and I'm taking a stand, why don't you just call it quits? You can't understand why you're less of a man, why nobody gives a shit Your vengeance falls flat, your career suicide strips you of all you hold dear Your battle was won, but your war has been lost - so just disappear For I am your nightmare, the one that you fear Petulant self-absorbed weak mimicry Blinded by ego, so self guaranteed A wastrel not even worth naming outright Live with the shame, forever christened the Fatalistic Type Go fuck yourself
3.
I’ve created a monster from my own genetic information Haphazardly spawning clones, short form, half-baked shithouse pretenders The next webzine to tug my beard is going to get an education On the dangers of, tantric genre masturbation This thing that we all helped create Has been hijacked by reprobates Spread so thin, 'come so absurd The time has come to cull the herd I've spent my life on stage, and learned to enjoy, the simple things No online quest, farming likes, like Sonic, collects rings Whilst they've sewn on patches, I've sewn up wounds I'm sick of this shit, fuck this dying scene in which we're entombed This thing you've plunged to disrepair Hide behind your nom de guerre All our saving throws deferred The time has come to cull the herd Concealing our self-service with thin veils of chivalry Behind the masks lie naught but webs of greed and apathy Bloated, bursting, overblown, artistic holocaust No fame, fortune, dignity shall await you now all is lost Obscene, inbred Thrashing deceased equine The dream, is dead We've been sold short, sold out, sold down the line Nothing ventured Nothing gained Nothing left but dust
4.
Fear a greater evil When torture infiltrates Worlds torn asunder Judged by their own confessional hate We serve the many Till the many are one Until the final twilight falls And Death Comes to Time The psychic war rages on Ground assaults to purge Declare themselves as gods Divinity denies the urge Resistance to rise Brings infinite death An obstinate world Falls to plagues of stolen breath In the temple of the fourth The planet bathed in blood No child of Earth is known Humanity is never understood We serve the many Till the many are one Until the final twilight falls And Death Comes to Time
5.
Do it they said You’ve got talent, you’ve got charisma You’ve got balls Well fuck you, I don’t answer when government calls Forced to fend For myself in the eye of the whole wide world When will it end? Takes a big man to admit he needs his friends Running for your life A totalitarian state, fuelled by hate Of the underdogs The foreign and the poor - oppressed once more No pain, no gain Government scum will make us run For our basic human rights Go ahead do it 'fore we all lose our heads Belittled by fiends Hell bent on withholding what by rights Should be mine You cold blooded bastards, I’ll break your goddamn spines Christmas Tree This saw’s a part of me, I’ll make it a part of you Keep it I’m Ben Richards - I’m one mean motherfucker Dropped like vermin into a maze Got a Christmas Tree driller killer giving me chase Had a custom-made buzzsaw blade pushed in my face And I'm running like a demon to get out of this place Punished for a crime that I didn't commit They said I was a butcher but that's fucking bullshit Now I'm running for my life on live TV With a studio audience laughing at me I can't take much more of this, I just want to be free Got to be the grit in their oiled machine Out of the game, destroy them and their all-controlling regime
6.
Lost Elation 05:27
I feel I'm floating now High up from the ground The ravens closing in, I'm showing fear, I'm shaking The knife will run tonight Seething crimson ties Feel no connection, chained direction, sudden tension I know I'm freedom bound, yet the world is watching. The strain is forcing me to back down. Do the tired never wake? Do they hear no voices? Decide another day to find my Lost Elation Would my vision be a dream, If the nights were shorter? Yet when daylight kneeds its way I see all room to faulture. As a final straw again Like repeating time each day The fire calls me in to feel the yearning unseen I know I'm freedom bound, yet the world is watching. The strain is forcing me to back down. Do the tired never wake? Do they hear no voices? Decide another day to find my Lost Elation Foresaken life The trial is mine Walk alone Stay unknown Or raise your flag Take your throne
7.
Hail the great and twisted show the cancer of our mind Spinning fear and misery to keep us all in line Truth machine grinding on creates alternate facts The great unwashed the blind led sheep swallow them whole Listen with caution, the Gears of Distortion Processed abortion, the Gears of Distortion Breaking loose within the news threads of fact are spun Time will come before too long we'll live under the gun The great dictator new world order money is king Fascism becomes the norm oh how the whips will sting
8.
Vision is blurring, my limbs growing numb Exhausted and sick Struggling to breathe, to think straight or see Vibrations constrict Scarred - fears of both future and past Course through my head Frantic and hopeless anxieties dragging like lead The dream is dead Nothing ventured And nothing gained Just mass confusion No one left to help me stop the pain Beaten and broken, in both life and love Completely depressed Forever put down, and no one's first choice Always second best Cursed - waste not your worry on wastrels On one such as I Heart and mind shattered, and happiness lost unto time Just begging to die Nothing ventured And nothing gained Just mass confusion No one left to help me stop the pain I'm hard to impress Yet harder to kill A failure at both life and death A life of agony, forever unfulfilled Inverse wealth of creeping dread Within the turmoil's rage Conquer the oncoming fear Advance to the next stage Like the sorrowing old man At eternity's gate Alleviation will harmonise Those moments of grief and pain Woe to conquered and woe to the slave I am the master and you will obey A tower of sin who'd die if he could In suffering and death, not worth my weight in...
9.
I'll be the ticket if you're my collector I've got the fare if you're my inspector I'll be the luggage, if you'll be the porter I'll be the parcel if you'll be my sorter Just for you here's a love song And it makes me glad to say It's been a lovely day And it's okay I'll be the mail, you'll be the guard I'll be the ink on your season ticket card I'll be the rubbish, you'll be the bin I'll be the paint on the sign if you'll be the tin Just for you here's a love song And it makes me glad to say It's been a lovely day And it's okay It's okay
10.
It would be the best Everyone could go to hell Turn into yourself Always someone else Don't need sympathy Smile it's nothing but teeth I'll keep my integrity Even if I have to sleep on the street Look around what are you doing You think god's inside you Telling people what to do You don't know who are you It would be the best Everyone could go to hell Turn into yourself Always someone else Don't need sympathy Smile it's nothing but teeth
11.
I always thought we'd be together And that our love could not be better Well with no warning you were gone I still don't know what went wrong You don't know what I've been through Just want to put my love in you No more nights Of blood & fire All those special memories Now I bleed for you - burn for me Perhaps I was just dreaming When I think these things had real meaning You don't know what I've been through Just want to put my love in you Love eternal Lust infernal Bleeding, burning Needing, yearning I see your face in every flame With no answers I have only myself to blame Of all the women I have know - they're not you I'd rather be alone No more nights of blood No more nights of fire

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Nefasturris is a recording project set up by Full Thrash Assault manager Dave Ingram Jr. Considered as Ingram's 'life's work', Nefasturris' 'Towers of Sin' boasts raw, dynamic crossover and features guest appearances from some of the greatest musicians in the world.

Dedicated to Abbie Taylor.

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released August 18, 2018

© Nefasturris and Dave Ingram Jr. 2018. All rights of the produced and of the owner of the work reproduced reserved. Unauthorised copying, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting of this recording prohibited.

Dave Ingram Jr. - Vocals, Bass, Studio Guitars, Suicidal Subhumanism
Daniel Fox - Guitars, Production, Inebriated Communism
Ratnu Vaidya - Drums, Token Minoritism

Guest Musicians:
Adrian Heathershaw (Mörti Viventi)
Andrew Jamieson (Purgatory)
Casper Leijen (State of Negation)
Chris Simmons (Wretched Soul)
David Ingram Snr. (Down Among the Dead Men, Just Before Dawn)
Howard Smith (Acid Reign)
Ian Fraser (Footprints in the Custard)
Joe Johnston (Thrashist Regime)
Joe Stamps (Ba'al, Hecate Enthroned)
Russ Gregory (Footprints in the Custard, Frozen in Shadows)
Scott Fairfax (Memoriam)
Simon Cobb (Anihilated, Sun of the Endless Night)
Stuart Pendergast (Danmaku, Hospital of Death)
Tom B. Stone (Demons of Old Metal, Kinjiru)

Album artwork by Lee Gaskins
Nefasturris logo by Michael Hodgson

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