Synergy

(<em>Instrumental</em>)

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026

Soul still... Encircled by tranquility and silence... Yet nothing lasts forever, Just until the awakening of the four powers, again. A belief in the resurrection, refreshed, Without memories, without past... Drained forces, immobile body... Empty, cold, rough thoughts, last breath...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026

When the harmony is fading, When the balance ceases to exist, With the blessing of the wrath of Nature The deadly forces are unleashed. Stones tremble, trees incinerate, Invoking the cataclysms. Rivers darken, clouds consolidate, Bringing on the elemental will. The ancients strike in unison With mountain shields and lightning swords, The stentorian march exposes Filthy entrails of the living horde. While the all-devouring death machine Is collecting spoils of war, The ancestors and the descendants Are mixed with mud and forever lost. The eternal nights of warfare Bring the endless days of woe. From north to south, from west to east, The deceased slowly rot in the morning mist... No salvation is provided From the deserved destiny. Beware the omnipotent power Of the four-element synergy.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026

This is what I see, an age of constant changes, But few minds remain infected. Dark matter that we breathe, pure black blood. Monument of disease, enlightened. Existence of decay, unchained, unparalleled. Solid hearts of stone, lifeless. Na minha dor e no teu fim encontro a salvação. A minha ausência não se fez sentir, no entanto, perturbei. A minha aura, a minha presença completam o círculo. Sou o mal inevitável, eu sou o monumento. Sente a minha dor! Controlled hate, lust for blood, it flows in my veins. We won't stab your flesh. Our existence is enough. This is what I see, an age of constant changes, But our minds remain infected.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026