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Ouroboros

  • Death Metal / Australia
Ouroboros - Glorification Of A Myth

Glorification Of A Myth

Self - 2011

Lyrics

Black Hole Generator

Like convulsing fish unaware of the murk in which they swim
The black hole generator we´re all forced to live within
Self awareness imbued, biochemical machinery
Searching for our place at the gates of infinity

You look to etchings based on fear
You look to etchings based on fear

Who am I? Why am I here?

And think you found the answer
You presume
To know the mind of God
And grant him greater power

Each rational gaze
Through the lines of
Inquiry
Will widen our view
Through the cracks of
Reality

Consider now as we all must
The possiblity
That the glorification of a myth
Is what your life has come to be

You look to etchings based on fear
You look to etchings based on fear

Who am I? Why am I here?

Religious moral guidance with its crude
Bronze age inception

Steers mankind to shallow depths and in the
Wrong direction

We are not the living product of a
Maniac creator

We are all living as a result of the
Black hole generator

Lashing Of The Flames

We must face a threat, to all civilisation
Dogmatic idealogies with nuclear capacity
Whose frenzied faithful all desire
Apocalypse for their Messiah

Lusting for, a perfect world´s ecstatic contradictions
And, beweildered by the prospect of creating it themselves
Credulous fools with theocratic convictions
Would bring about the cessation of life on earth

Behold a world
Their faith inspires
A howling void no empty of
Church going choirs

Bats ascend, to boiling peaks where dancing glimmers roar
While crackles shred with flickering beaks at ashes on the floor
Asphixiating vortex winds cast corpses away
From immolation death we´re destined to decay

Is this the result you had in mind?
Can you accept the legacy left behind?

Into your hands
Into your hands
Into your hands
Into your hands I feel the lashing of the flames

The end of life is like a blazing sunset
The last time colour fills the sky
For why lies beyond is engulfing dark
Where even dreams are left to die

Into your hands
Into your hands
Into your hands
Into your hands I feel the lashing of the flames

Animal, Man… Machine

Aeons ago, the creation
Of man began sculpting itself.
Onward they travelled and grew.
Centuries passed, climates changed, species dissolved.

From the untamed dark cold caves
Emerged a primal mind
Armed with some basic instincts.
Animal, man, machine: primitive mind.

Years of development passed,
The human race declined.
We leap into the era
Animal, man, machine: mechanical mind.

The remains of what´s left are few
As the four footed posture becomes two.
From carving stone to carving steel,
From crude constructions to the ultimate machine.

From the untamed dark cold caves
Emerged a primal mind
Armed with some basic instincts.
Animal, man, machine: primitive mind.

Years of development passed,
The human race declined.
We leap into the era
Animal, man, machine: mechanical mind.

Thousands of years; Errors to show
What we´ve done,
What we´ve become.
We commence to slowly decompose.

Human thirst for discovery:
A decadent force with no ken for excess.
Mankind´s extinction is assured
With the endless involvement of the mechanised race.

We´ll be superfluous.
We´ll be overthrown.
A path to extinction
Of natural life.

Animal, man, machine

Sanctuary

A searing, thirsty, tattered wreck --
Staggering, through the abyss.
Respite from this suffering:
A hope I once dismissed.

On a quest for preservation
To escape my own negation,
I´ll employ a novel strategy
And plunge into insanity.

Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.

We have an intellectual reach that
No mere bodies can contain.
With a leap beyond ancestral bonds
Only fragments will remain.

Mind now a part of the
Experience machine;
A sensory extension
Beyond all previous comprehension.

Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.

I slip into insanity.

In time I´ll shed this skin
A golden age is beckoning.
Once reborn, mind alive,
Embrace this future to survive.

The gentle pull of the tide,
Its sublime ebb and flow,
The soothing spray of stars
Leads me where I must go.

Face down on a distant secluded shore,
Death only a memory.
Insanity: my sanctuary;
Our sanctuary.

Through an ever-changing oceanic
Flow of information
I´ll free myself from the
Confines of this fleshy prison.

Memory assimilation.
Thought-process integration.
Self-concept reformation.
Vestigial disintegration.

Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.

Technological unification
Initiates this new awakening.

Panacea

We grew as one through infancy

In seperable through maturity
Now laces with the threat
Of annihilation
Ideals make way for wartime operations

Strobe-light shrapnel
Tears tissue asunder
My shocked eyes gaze
Refusing to see
A blood-stained path to
My brother reveals
His unhealable open wounds´ frailty

Inconceivable pain
Irrevocable affliction
Powerless am I
To make you whole once again

PANACEA
Powerless am I
PANACEA
To make you whole once again

Petrifying empathy
Takes complete control of me
He´s involuntarily tethered
To these last moments of pain
It may be his last desire
To be bathed in friendly fire
A terminal reaction to a hopeless situation

"Brother...Please! Send me on my way!"
"Brother...Please! Release me from this pain!"
It seems that even gods on high
Refuse to let my brother die

Responsibility now thrust on me

Any burden I bear
Shall be secondary
A fratricide you´re empowering
To end all your suffering

Latest Album

Glorification Of A Myth
Glorification Of A Myth
2011

Members

Michael Conti
Bass Guitar / Back Vocal
David Horgan
Drum
Chris Jones
Guitar
Evgeny Linnik
Vocal
Barry Feeney
Guitar

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