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Suffering to the Conquered (Demo)

by Scythian

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1.
Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife Celestial corpses lie still, overthrown Shrines to their greatness are wastelands of stone Deposed, defiled by the splendour of fools Entombed with the flesh they had ruled Fallen, makers by their children were doomed Trampled limp in time-ravaged ruins Slaves, driven mad with envy of gods Shades in the dead of the stars Here perished aeons of the glory untold Now a tale only told by its scars Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife Flawed by creation, Summoned the will to destroy Chained to the ages, burn in the gaze of the stars Cold is the vortex, scattered is life Gods broken, erased and entombed Once reigned a power so ageless and cruel Now their pitiless thrones are destroyed Beasts, they wrought from dead of the rift Now slaves to the makers of old Heaven and hell shall be crushed in their wake The fate of the universe ridden with scars To know is to murder To speak is to fight And woe is the moment When lore becomes might Floating distortions Of decadent past The mighty have fallen before Like echoes of battle... on dissident planes The tides had devoured their shores Omnipotents fallen by knowledge alone Forgotten and dead is their reign No spoils for the victor but desolate void The knowledge of ancients now dead and destroyed No purpose No masters They perish and fall The tides had devoured their shores
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Mantle of imperium, come fall into my hands With terror and oppression I will pacify the lands The overthrown lie far below, Impenetrable tomb Idols of their godhood heaped in pyramids of ruin Cohorts gather! Billions heed my call For power everlasting I would sacrifice them all Countless numbers, banners hold my name The thunder of a thousand hooves is herald to your end Deified, cry out below: exalt my hated name Like refuse of the ages, I have cast you to the flame To those who stand against me I'll return to ash and dust Forbidden knowledge, entropy, come... fuel my power lust! Master! God King! Bestow us with riches and spoils of war Rise! Conquer! Put our enemies to the sword Let fly arrows! Shimmering death obscures the sun Rush them! Trample! Cities are razed to the dust Murder their prophets, Effigies slashed Idols beheaded... Altars are smashed
3.
Pray to war! Cold submission. Kneel! Gather the plague of faithful! The zealous, the fateless... the cleansing begins Doom brigades March ever onwards Badlands made of flesh Iron savage: kill for honour! Charge through blood and scattered remains Gone are they who ruled before us Order was their lie Justice found in heartless battle In seas of spears we die In sacred conflict, men as gods Lead armies of attrition Slaughter now becomes our privilege Pray to war... the new religion Purify with death! Funeral pyres in thousands Expel the souls of endless dead Devolved to beasts and hounds of war They rip and tear asunder Pain becomes their exaltation Penitence and thunder Taint the skies with murder! Hear curses cast with dying breath! Silent reek of mass impalement Harvesters are swarmed Monuments of carrion burden poisoned earth No victor lies among them Purify with death! Pray to war... Cold Submission Pray to war... The New Religion
4.
Fall beneath the glistening sun, on starving earth they shatter The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter Cities of bejewelled splendour, bleak and white as bone The symbols of their dominance today are overthrown Spires... Ashes! Reduced to earth and stone Spires... Ashes! The winds of change have blown Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name The rivers part before us as the forests rise in flames Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet Fall beneath the glistening sun on starving earth they shatter The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter That once they lived in greatness comes to nothing in our eyes From the bodies of the fallen greater days shall come to rise... Cast our eyes towards the east in greater dreams of power Oracles sing devastation, nearer comes the hour Their pyramids will topple, shattered skies above the loom As empires turn to nothing, cry in god-forsaken doom! Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name The rivers part before us as the forest rise in flames Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet
5.
Worthless slaves, lick at yours conqueror's heels Chained, shackled... march in sorry procession Mercy forsaken, laugh at your pride in tatters Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak! Cries of your women riddle the burning air Starving dogs devour you as you bleed What gods will deliver you from your pointless existence? Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak! Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousands strong, ride from distant horizon... Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men! Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death! Earth and water: life in total submission Dynasties shall spit upon your crude and weakling breed! Rule of iron! Feed our armies with your children Perish for our greatness, throw your meaningless lives away! Dirges sing for the nameless We who are erased Save our honour Spit in the face of the victor From empty steppe They came to curse our lives Blood spilling reavers To burn our homes and take our wives Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death! Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousand strong, ride from distant horizon Bringing Scythian Death
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At dawn they rise pointing to the skies Ready to cut through the clouds at command From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds When the button is pressed by death's hand Loaded with death powered by the dragons' breath Climbing way above the clouds out of sight To seek its destination and destroy it into void And to spread its load of death and endless night Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars Each with a number for a distant city at their sides Wonder what's the number for my city and for yours Metal phallous seeds of death That is not won else cannot be lost Precious burden seeds of death Sown to earth brings the holocaust Prepare to die Now leaving their wombs all in fire baptised Outnumbering the stars in the sky Each with a skytrack on which they are sent To destroy each part of the world on the other side Not time to repent feel regret or ask for mercy Once launched there is no way to bring them back Finally the world created by man look so bright Before it all turns black Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wa Each with a number for a distant city at their sides Wonder what's the number for my city and for yours Metal phallous seeds of death That is not won else cannot be lost Precious burden seeds of death Holocaust

about

Scythian's "Suffering to the Conquered" demo was rated by some metal zines and magazines as one of the best demos of 2007 - it was an arrogant, merciless release created out of spite for the UK scene, which in 2007, was awash with shit grindcore, mediocre death metal and hilarious copy bands.

Outside of this musical gutter, guitarist A. Von Moller (aka A. Satyrus) and drummer J.C. Volgard composed a work they believed would smash the metal underground into submission (it didn't, but made a good impression). After two years of painful rehearsal room jams, the band collided with vocalist S.Vrath, who took command of bass and vocals.

With the lineup complete, Scythian became a serious concept and began to perform around the UK and Ireland, billed with the likes of Master, Negura Bunget, Gospel of the Horns, Grave Miasma and Fen, earning a slot on a European with Spearhead and Impiety. On the strength of this demo, their travels took them as far as the Crimea, Ukraine, to play a set at Metalhead's Mission Festival.

© Scythian & Hell's Headbanger's Records 2014

credits

released May 13, 2007

S. Vrath - Bass / Vocals
A. Von Moller (aka A. Satyrus) - Guitars
J.C. Volgard - Drums, Backing Vocals

Music by A. Von Moller / J.C. Volgard except "Holocaust" by Bathory.
Lyrics by A. Von Moller
Recorded by J.C. Volgard at N.L.E. Studios, April 2007.
Photos by Rosalba Curcio

Self Released in May 2007 on CD-R
Re-released in 2011 by Kuravilu Productions on Cassette. (Limited to 300 copies)

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