Beast as God

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Jn Fr There is enough potenial for this band to get on par with Integrity, Rot in Hell or other Holy Terror-heavy weights. They're not there yet, however. Favorite track: Eschatological Vision.
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Tape (with download code) available from Viral Age records.


released November 14, 2013

Recorded at Stuck On A Name Studios, July MMXIII
Mastered at Subsequent Mastering

Calligraphy by Momo and Toshi



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Track Name: Eschatological Vision
Eschatological Vision

Sweat like acid running down my back
Patrolling through late night streets
With a sour, metallic taste in my mouth.
I am the avenger, the angel of mercy
Envoy from God, in a mission to punish mankind
Humanity is the devil, and it will be slain.
I will breach the wall of Jerusalem besieged
And unleash a storm, with it comes pestilence.
I’ll set the world on fire
Just to watch in burn
And prowl the cities ablaze
Dancing through funeral pyres.
Track Name: I Know Who You Are
I Know Who You Are

Double-faced Janus bastard
All smooth talks and suave smiles
Your fancy cloth cannot hide the stench
Emanating from your hideously rotting corpse
I know who you really are!
Track Name: Against a Dark Background
Against a Dark Background

This plays against a dark Background
All painted black – hopeless
No hope left – blackness
Abandon all hope. Give up, give up.
This world has been painted black.
Edifices collapse, charred landscapes,
Devastation visited upon all.
Pious and sinners afflicted alike
The cold mechanical logic of total economic warfare
A song of remembrance
Is being hummed in the rubbles
This story plays against a dark background…
Track Name: Eulogie

Nous sommes vivants, mes frères et mes sœurs
Vivants dans un monde à l’agonie!
Il ne me reste peut-être de ces nuits exaltées
Que quelques souvenirs, sentiments embrumés.
La mémoire (à peine) entr'aperçue d’une poitrine palpitante
Des cris et des larmes et puis des rires aussi.
Mais chaque matin je m’embarque à la recherche de ces lieux
Et de ces moments perdus où tout était possible.
Tout était possible, tout était permis
Et le monde, le monde était à nous !
Et quand chaque soir je ferme les yeux
Sur ma défaite je me trouve vivant,
Vivant mais perdu, perdu, dans un monde mourant.
Et j’entends les sanglots des anges déchus
Ce sont mes sœurs et mes frères tombés d’un ciel en flamme
Aux ailes arrachées et aux cœurs brisés
Les voilà gisants, vautrés à même le sol
Ce sort cruel les a condamnés
À une éternité passée à ramper.