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Human Inadequacy

by The Benegesserit

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1.
Running interference in God’s design Crushing divine will, corrupting the master plan Vile Inception Crushing divine will Spurious deception Godly blood will spill Kenosis of the godly Stripped of omnipotence Infuse the spirit with divine, we plant the evil seed Come into mortal flesh, To spread lies and indoctrinate the sheep Hungry demons intercept the spirit Ethereal carnage as the essence is consumed Feeding on god flesh Vile Inception Crushing divine will Spurious deception Godly blood will spill Malevolent butchery Empty spheres of torment Slaughter of hypocrisy Insufflate the empty shell with evil aura Taint the righteous with the gift of hate Black messiah dormant Awaiting to be born Simmering in a mortal womb Bathing in acid Liquefied the organs The mother dies in pain Feeding on viscera The fetus grown within the rotting corpse Unholy communion with the flesh As evil will soon be spawned
2.
Behelit 02:32
Egg of the king Once in two hundred years In the time of the great eclipse Strong souls becoming weak All hell breaking loose Day turns into night Dragged into abysmal sea Filled with horrid evil demon breed Sniffing the scent of the sacrificed They who offer their flesh and blood Facial features rearrange Tears of blood dripping on the ground Bleeding the brand of the sacrificed Calling the nightmares of men One will become king A servant of evil Devoid of human emotion Unleashed upon this world Summoning the God hand Blackening the Suns light Pain and suffering personified Behold the crimson sky
3.
Mor(t)ality 02:20
Stick to the laws of men Kept in the walls, we pretend That exists in all of us, and always Keep us at bay Guns at the ready With kill-hungry eyes Against nature and reason Or was it the fear in their hearts Split of reason Birth of confusion Right is wrong, only if the victim is weak And weak is the man, whose mouth does not speak Born with the code of morality One false step, to face your mortality Brought by the same flesh and bone High with the god complex chromosome Bending their knees to the moralists dogma With kill-hungry eyes, looking at each other Kill your morality Face your mortality
4.
Sibilant whispers in the night Feeding on mortal fears In torment they live and pain is their tool of the trade < They slither down the corners of your mind> In darkness they dwell, insanity gleams on the edge of the blade Ensnaring thoughts and planting notions of corruption and decay Consume your very doubts, they push you over the edge Where the fiery pits yawns its unfathomable depths (Writhing as serpents coiled in the darkness), they invade your thoughts Phobophage – Eaters of the soul Dissecting individuality (They sire insidious impulses, raping your core) (They strip you of your essence) Eroding the last vestiges of sanity away Until you tumble down into the fire pit Serpents writhing whispering your name Hissing sibilantly words of comfort and luring you down A sense of purpose graces your brutalized ego You have been chosen to be their tool An honor such as no mortal man has known Is bestowed upon the Setting life free is breaking the boundaries of death Killings is an art A performance act of holy purpose You must do the work You must not be caught Your higher calling Will not be understood
5.
The flames engulf everything beneath me Fire rising upwards, burning steadily Heat inexorable and ruthless Cracking sounds of burning wood Soon to reach my flesh Like the corona of the sun Dancing tails of the flame Shackled with nowhere to run Momentary glimpse of suffering Swirling thoughts of fear Disperse once death draws near Scorched, shriveled traces of flesh Pungent stench stings the nostrils Roasting human flesh Skin becomes black Pigmentation of the dead Witchery Thou shalt not suffer Heresy A witch to live
6.
Self-preservation The denial of death Clinging onto wretched life Crawling through the cold earth Obliteration: Ashes turn to ashes as the dust settles down Noxious clouds of deadly particles carried by infernal winds Desolation: Under blood red skies, in a world veiled in darkness Bleached bones scattered across vast and empty plains Ruination and despair Subjugation and fear Conflagration and fire Still life of sinister design, landscapes of solitude Cold sun blazing over naked ruins Dismal remains of what once was No stirring in this vacant lot of death and entropy Elements howl and corrode what’s left No sound disturb the void of non-existence Escape from the emptiness not even death can bring Alas life persists Under tons of concrete and cold earth Pits of filth and decrepitude Bunker existence; Mocking; Civilizations; Bygone Condemned to the primitive ; As past achievement rot to dust; Savages instincts; Resurrected Greed, hunger and bloodlust Zombified, with glossy empty eyes Kill and procreate in the subterranean darkness Mindless violence is perpetrated as a way of life Slobbering twisted mouths under pale blind eyes Covered with slime and congealed blood
7.
Wolves 02:54
Homo Homini Lupus But in the dark primordial night where superstitions run amok Ancient pagan fears lashing you with tongues of fire Naught but sheep we are As the wild hunt rages on Running in our dreams Through thick foliage in forgotten woods By the bleeding witching moon Frantically fleeing through the darkness that abounds As panting hunters stalk Wolves Stalking in the night Baying to tease and torture their prey A moment’s realization That prey is you Howling at the moon Saliva dripping off canines Eyes blazing in the misty night Breath comes out in frozen vapors The hunger takes corporeal form Wolves Stalking in the night Baying to rease and torture their prey Running with the pack Make the weak bleed Feast on the flesh of their victims Wild and free Take what we want, victorious! The hunters are death incarnate The hunt is on, it’s not a dream Run for your life as the hunters come for you Branches scratch and hit your face Terror grips you very soul You stumble and get up again You feel that death is closing in Under the bleeding moon the hunt is on and you are the prey Only this time the wolves bear human form… Under the bleeding moon the hunt is on and you are the prey Howling at the moon The hunters come for you Petrified with fear Your run for your life Rustling in the bush Terror chills your spine The hunger takes corporeal form
8.
Gore Tsunami 02:32
Feel the tidal wave of hate rising in the murky air Huge billows of blood glistening black in the darkness A surge of hate; consumes your breath; pollutes the air; with rotten smell That fills the lungs; with bloody gore; and soulless screams; until your drown Eternal calignosity reigns supreme Down these corridors of pain Blood Gore Tsunami A surge of hate; consumes your breath; pollutes the air; with rotten smell That fills the lungs; with bloody gore; and soulless screams; until your drown Now flooded with crimson gore Hungry specters rush the night Riding on the wave of viscera Searing your skin with toxicity Sewage overflowing with death Miasma, rotting pungent stench Grand tidal wave toppling buildings Drowning sleeping occupants before they wake Hungry apparitions feast on corporeal remains Blood Gore Tsunami Ripping their flesh; stealing their souls; devouring them; in agony Tearing - screaming – victims - to ribbons As they writhe; in throes of death; the world submerged; in noxious gore Deluge - liquid - sulphur – veils the sun
9.
Monster 02:11
You can’t give someone a name Please give me your name I’ll make you strong I’ll eat you from the inside Nameless once again With ravenous hunger I roam the earth To fill the void Look at me! The monster inside has grown this big! Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside Eating me I ate them all The hunter, the smith A hunger, too great In two, I split Devour Until none remain No one to call my name No one to call my name Empowered they stay Until my hunger sway Until my hunger sway And then none remain
10.
Ancient 02:57
Ancient evil lurking behind these rotting walls Hear the ghostly whispers as the drapery falls Hungry presence stirring in its sentient sleep Alien spirit rising out of the stygian deep Cellar dweller Walks in shadow Hear the rustling in the walls Beckoning into the estate, heed its inviting call Twisted broken iron bars, show an opening in the fence Black aperture yawning where the shadows dance Cellar dweller Walks in shadow The – worm - hides in solitude Pale - spectral - glow emitted - from the cellar – window Broken glass sticking out like jagged teeth You struggle in the grip of iron will Your legs moving on their own accord Succumb to the pull and descend into the basement Behind the wooden painted door Cold hungry dead eyes watching from behind the coffin lid Fixating - you - with wanton - glee Carnivorous - impulse reducing you - to dumb terror Your gracious host awaits (to welcome you in kind).

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Debut full-length album of The Benegesserit.
Self recorded with exception for the vocals, which were tracked at Sub Zero Studio, Sofia
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Mixed and mastered at The Fool Studios, Sofia
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Artwork by Constantine D. Gentschev

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released June 24, 2015

The Benegesserit are:
Dimitar Vasilev - guitars, bass, drum programming, vocals
Boyan Kveldulf - vocals

special thanks to:
Constantine D. Gentschev, Milko Dyulgerov, Nikolay Berberov and Bambi Nikiforov

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