Sublime Dementia

Art is rarely truth In the realm of mankind Some are better than others This world has become schizophrenic Man your morals will destroy you What an insane balance What for unconsciousness And for what life Presumption of survival Unconsciousness the only means of life Presumption of survival Morals make man Modest and tractable Man is the best Domestic animal Your measure is feeble Your ideals are weak Man your morals will destroy you What an insane balance What for unconsciousness And for what life Presumption of survival Half-tint delight Presumption of survival (Lead Leclercq) No You're not free Hierarchy of taboos overcomes you Man your morals will destroy your world Escape Escape idolatry of the excessive Break the windows that prevent you to breathe And jump outside into open-air Lose your virtue Escape this cesspool

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Answers to your questions lie elsewhere Get on with it Must we overcome or repress impulses to be wise Or on the contrary must we let those impulses Rule over us Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own Acting on intuition First I want to be accessory to my own Are my impulses the image of my own feelings Self assurance... thrills To push back the limits To size up death ... perils of death Above all no hesitation Let your soul go where it may Listening to alternatives Not forgetting anything, nothing and going farther Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own Acting on intuition First I want to be accessory to my own Are my impulses The image of my own feelings Of my own feelings (Lead Leclercq) (Lead Buriez) Self assurance ... thrills To push back the limits To size up death ... perils of death Above all no destination Knowing its bounds, knowledge of your own Acting on intuition First I want to be accessory to my own Are my impulses the image of my own feelings Wisdom farther on ... farther on

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

We spend our time, so busy We strive for perfection But the perfection of common generosity On the way to chaos (Lead Leclercq) There's a cover of wisdom Which coats you Turn the scales There's a clone of wisdom Which blind you Who decides ? Turn the scales We legislate, we define We sanction Not for suffering and sinking On the way to chaos There's a cover of wisdom Which coats you Turn the scales There's a clone of wisdom Which blinds you Who decides ? Turn the scales We test your conscience We exploit your world The truth is hidden When is it time for essential satisfaction ? (Lead Buriez) Where is desire ? Where is pleasure ? There's a cover of wisdom, which coats you Turn the scales There's a clone of wisdom, which blinds you Turn the scales (Lead Buriez)

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

ABOUT SOLITUDE (1:30) (Lyrics: Jamin - Music: Jamin) The place where we all drink the poison The place where we are all lost, lost The place where our slow suicide is called life Is called life About solitude Solitude (Voice performed by Sonia Lynn Otey)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

SUBJECT TO SPIRIT (6:00) (Lyrics: Jamin - Music: Buriez) You preachers of death Thanks for your doctrines of good and evil You appraisers and judges Use violence you, arrogant wise man You know that everything that is living is something obedient, you You know that we command the one who can’t defend himself You know so well that the one Who obeys himself Judge is, avenger Victim of his law Subject to spirit Where life is, there’s a will But not a will to live, a will to gain power Decline is when life gives in to power But a bigger strength grows from your morals The creator who spawns good and evil Will break the mirror and its reflection Life is what has to master itself So supreme evil Belongs to supreme goodness This one is subject Subject to spirit Where life is, there’s a will But not a will to live, a will to gain power Decline is when life gives in to power Where life is, there’s a will But not a will to live, a will to gain power Decline is when life gives in to power But you creator, do you know ? Do you know that whatever you create And whatever you love, you love it ? Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ? But you creator, what’s your will ? But you creator, what’s your goal ? But you creator, what’s your will ? But you, what’s your goal ? Your crusade for power, for reigning control Is subject to spirit like an image and its mirror An image, and its mirror, its mirror But you creator, do you know ? Do you know that whatever you create And whatever you love, you love it ? Do you know that you will have to fight your creation, your love ?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

A siren living in a sea of liberties Ecstasy and pain No one can resist her chant, it revives desire Overwhelms your body with longing and incestuous sensations Moment of climax... intense Preceded with pain... intense Preceded with pleasure... masochism, masochism I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire I’ve become nothing but violence and passion Between fire and ice The love I lavish constitutes An unthinkable experience Made of sensual pleasure, suffering, delight My suffering, your pleasure I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire I’ve become nothing but violence and passion Between fire and ice I’m the haunting shadow of desire, between ecstasy and pain My body’s nothing but fire, madness and desire I’ve become nothing but violence and passion Between fire and ice I’ve become nothing but violence and passion Between fire and ice Between fire and ice Between fire and ice

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 06, 2026

This track is instrumental.

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FANCIES (4:44) (Lyrics: Buriez - Music: Buriez) Fault of my thoughts bring me to dimensions that cannot be grasped Embryonic jail, a drop in the ocean, a world in a world Veils of skin become dust, carnal illusions of what we think we are Nothing but all, myopic ideas eclipse the truth Countless parts of your spirit unknown by your body hidden deep inside Billions of systems ignored by our knowledge, veiled in doubt Look at the mirror of your conscience, yield to the facts, infinity surrounds you Is within you, is your being, no Land of fancy, a world within a world Land of fancy, atom inside the atom Never ending illusion, inculcated by our fathers Land of fancy, a world within a world Land of fancy, atom inside the atom Easy lie to escape reality Take me, take me to vanity of human greatness Free me, free me from the narcissism of human smallness Land of fancy, a world within a world Land of fancy, atom inside the atom Never ending illusion, inculcated by our fathers Land of fancy, a world within a world Land of fancy, atom inside the atom Easy lie to escape reality Fancies, fancies, fancies, fancies

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

A still and peaceful bliss, a glorious resignation Any contradiction fades away Any philosophical problem becomes clear, or so it seems For a long time you haven't been in control But you're not afflicted by it anymore Mind absorbed in meditation of an ideal virtue, an ideal charity And ideal genius You naively abandon yourself To your triumphant spiritual orgy When will we seek happiness? Hoarse and deep sighs leave your chest as though your former Body couldn't stand The desires and the quickness of your new soul A miasma mischievously clouds your brain soon you will laugh At your madness But you can not dismiss it, for your will Has no more strength And can not rule your faculties anymore When will we seek happiness? Appaling marriage of a man to himself Because proportions of time and being are completely upset By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas Appalling marriage of a man to himself Sublime dementia A human's fanatic lust for any substance Which exalts his personality Proves his magnitude He always aims at exciting his expectations And at rising to the infinite Appalling marriage of a man to himself Because proportions of time and being are completely upset By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas Appalling marriage of a man to himself Sublime dementia

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 06, 2026

Why do we never see the end of the tunnel? The purity of light seems impossible to reach This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive At once so light... fleshless At once alone... and legions Because here illusions can't exist No need to hold your own Now good and evil are one No need to hold your own Why do we never see the end of the tunnel? The purity of light seems impossible to reach Present, future, so oppressive Who will grasp my hand? So I don't sink in the abstruse mist of this last Travel, future, so oppressive Why must we die to find truth? Why are human pains only steps, not even purgatory? Why do we never see the end of the tunnel? The purity of light seems impossible to reach No need to lie to yourself The imaginary creates no senses No need to lie to yourself Let serenity flood your body Because here illusions can't exist No need to hold your own Now good and evil are one No need to hold your own Different emoitions generate the same feelings Surpassing ourselves With cognition of the absolute With the image of my carnal route

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 06, 2026