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Scorn Aesthetics

by Ad Patres

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2.
The Lock 02:48
I have the key to hold you off from me I know your will is focused on harming me I will kill you with my own hands I will dig your fucking grave I will dig your fucking grave I read the hatred from your gaze Your eyes speak to me about anger Now your mouth is muttering threats Time to tighten those links and keep me safe I've made my way to submit you I've clawed my way to oppress you Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock I've made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane I've made my way to submit you I've clawed my way to oppress you Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock I've made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane Diagnose then heal Diagnose then heal
3.
I wore your middle class coat. You introduced me to your mommy. I built the house you dreamed of. You asked for it to be isolated. I became your own plastic surgeon. You got your tailor made body. I seeded you with perfect genes. We were so proud of our fucking orphans. Now it’s over. Now time has come for you to pay. Parents full of confidence, no one hear you scream, kids ready to watch. Implants are returnable, rental is over, I’m about to come. I wore your middle class coat. You introduced me to your mommy. I built the house you dreamed of. You asked for it to be isolated. I became your own plastic surgeon. You got your tailor made body. I seeded you with perfect genes. We were so proud of our fucking orphans. Now it’s over. Now time has come for you to pay. Parents full of confidence, no one hear you scream, kids ready to watch. Implants are returnable, rental is over, I am about to come. Cut the skin, deconstruct the scars, I’m digging the path for pleasure. Avoid stiches, widening the wounds to let myself come into you. I am cuming. I am filling. I am cuming. I am filling. Now after all these days I’ve made myself up to your taste. Today’s the day of little change: I’ll unmake you for my pleasure. Now after all these days I’ve made myself up to your taste. Today’s the day of little change: I’ll unmake you for my pleasure. I wore your middle class coat. You introduced me to your mommy. I built the house you dreamed of. You asked for it to be isolated. I wore your middle class coat. You introduced me to your mommy. I built the house you dreamed of. You asked for it to be isolated. I became your own plastic surgeon. You got your tailor made body. I seeded you with perfect genes. We were so proud of our fucking orphans.
4.
Sitting at my desk, handcuffed to the armrest. Waiting for the surge, anxiously Preparing Catharsis Quill like a knife Redirect blood rush through ink Unknown Evil Chorea My hand led by some will power Inner chaos Manifesting through ink Evil Unknown Chorea My subconscious takes control Painting red circles Stronger than I am Can't prevent my arm from committing in frenzy This perfect shape Most efficient and lethal Suddenly the blood flow gets back  to the normal temper So long till the next surge frees me again Expiate the Evil
5.
Your grave... Epitath barely in stone Your name... Among the ones you dread Engraved... Under the heavy stone of fate Your name... The link throughout ages Your whole life spend running away From all the ones you execrate Your fucking quest was vain You will now rest in pain Your souls are linked any fucking way And now let go, it's far too late You try to hide but you can't escape, Accept your fate now you're below grave It's time, realize, missed your attempt Open your eyes, failed as Oedipus Welcome, my son, to our den We were waiting for you the last one of us as before the old times returning as from now we're gathered to start again where we left Deemed orphanage relief from torment Prayers answered, torture had no end Their passing was no more than respite Your death is the resumption of fate Do you burn looking forward ? (4x) You've been thrown... To the fathers You've been thrown...
6.
Hear the squeaking of the rope singing softly at your ear Your lullaby, the final one rocking Desperate impulse your reflex recreating the picture Crystallized archetypes an exit from dullness Only exit from the dullness See the discharge of red tears dripping Flooding from the bathtub Drained of your blood Desperate impulse you recreate the picture Crystallized archetypes an exit from dullness Facing the heights Looking the void straight in the eyes Emptiness Put a name on the why and the way Fade away You end now where you've always been Vacuity Pitiful attempt to cling to Beauty You're just adding this pathetic dimension The hardest you'll try, the worst the outcome Ugliness, such is your soul Pathetic shot, romantic lure I won't subscribe to the bad taste of this act of despair No compassion in last caress No matter how much I provide displeasure I won't cry at your funeral
7.
In Vivo 03:22
I'm the master I control creatures that be I'm creator of every soul I'm the father, progenitor I spread my cells and genes   This is my breed as an experiment Process in vivo Grow then feed Til the outcome is perfect Optimize each line of the formula Closing on the elixir Kill Repeat   Elaborate, adjust ingredients Only excellence remains This womb forever fertile My loam soon will yield   Til the outcome is perfect Regulate the amount of filth I instil my rotten breath Into my progeny Coldly inseminate Vermin disseminate   Once born Examine the body Barely ripped from the crotch of the corpse Inspecting attributes of the Monster Came through the ordeal of the forceps A first scream from the lungs of Hell Fetus kept in jars Part trophies, part ornaments Floating in formol A gallery of familly portraits Elaborate, adjust ingredients Only deviance remains This womb forever fertile My loam soon will yield
8.
Ghost Shadow Stare at me with dull eyes Threatening with vertigo Phantom Threatening to engulf me Fruit of desperate medication Rough diagnosis Lemur Those drugs tore you limb from limb Zombi Squeezing the utter worst out of me Dripping abhorrence Crawling hatred Disgust You stir up my gut instinct Torment Strangle to get rid of your gaze Uncover feelings Unsuspected undisclosed Provoke discomfort You created such self disdain eating away self esteem  I can't stand Your spectrality Deconstructed personality I wish I could cut open your cheek see if your blood's insipidity Emphasizes nihility Last complaint Once granted Your closed casket
9.
Anti 03:00
Vomit, that social thing leads me to vomit Vomit, the more I mix the more I vomit Natural to you, mayhem to me, pathology I'm puking my hatred for you, misanthropy Vomit, that social thing leads me to vomit Vomit, the more I mix the more I vomit Vomit Vomit Vomit Vomit Sick sick sick sick. Disgust invading me Leads me to vomit Vomit Vomit Vomit Vomit Natural to you, mayhem to me, pathology I'm puking my hatred for you, misanthropy Vomit, that social thing leads me to vomit Vomit, the more I mix the more I vomit Natural to you, mayhem to me, pathology I'm puking my hatred for you, misanthropy
10.
Autumn - the sky darkening. Hospital - blinking pale lights. The plastic floor turns you to spectre. Chloroform. A thick atmosphere. Masking the smell of piss, shit and Death. and Death. The drop by drop gives rhythm to The staring silence. Burden reunion. Sadness vanishing making space for discomfort. And then revealed. All that remains. This is all that remains. The bunch of snowdrops water is turning muddy. The bed leaves palliative care unit To descent several stories. All that remains. Then came the winter. The grave, subject of curiosity. Forced compassion. Again, you see all that remains. And then revealed. This is all that is remaining. All that remains. The dim remembrance says how distant the spring is. A long summer of disdain has concealed all Innocence. Nothing but your worldliness remains. Can you tell if you'd choose surrender over oblivion? Once for all, you are lost for salvation.

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released September 3, 2012

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Ad Patres Bordeaux, France

In days Metal scene is invaded with styles and bands where many value appearance over musicianship, it would easy to forget that intensity and power are the roots upon which was built DEATH METAL.

AD PATRES deals with refreshing the memory of amnesiacs.

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