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Stigmata Diaboli

by Panopticon

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1.
Wolf Throath 08:30
Well, you possess me again, denied to breathe the air of your mouth I lost my faith with rage, surrender to agonize one more time Deep inside the core of the life itself Send me free, say what's real now that I ́m looking your eyes See how I descend holding my own weight across misery lands Far away, so far away the origin Wait for me cause I’ll de infinite Pray for me, because I'll be self-condemned Rustic naïve, retrograde beings aglow Treading back along the breach Well, you annihilate great empires, fading my own light The theater where storms, as nightmares, never stop Real as the throat of a wolf is the Death Did you walk the straight way to take it back? Avoiding what's imminent Why disown what ́s real while demons talk? Flaming words remain Can you be awake through your dreams? Whisperer of sorrows Falling into sleep to found the meaning of life The last libation to God Liberty and slavery Reality and mystery The everlasting suffering inside you Naked desires blooming through your eyes as igneous thoughts They come for me as cannibals of souls The myth constricts as a dogmatic torture machinery Slayers in the shadow of my dreams crawling upon me, yelling me Specters becomes as persistent inhabitants Vile and mad, human acts are vulgar laughs Claps to a trivial scene
2.
Bloodstained 08:15
Created perfect you were Your heart inhabits God's abode Walking across ardent live-coals Inebriant violence and sin I was reduced into ashes From afar you come, angry agents, instruments of rage Become the days when arms throw down, looking the burning faces When consumed hearts, when nature razes When the light from the sky and the blackened sun stops to shine I go back against you, son of guiltiness Put a trap before me, I`m impious Because your name was bloodstained Execute your judgments over me, scattering my remains to the wind Execration, profane ugliness, madness drained from my veins Zeal, envy, odium and haughtiness Seer of doom, enmity, tyranny Objects of infamy, you shoot arrows of hungry against me Relieved hatred, your speech destroys Indignation and fury, pest and blood running through I go back against you, son of guiltiness Put a trap before me, I`m impious Because your name was bloodstained the sword you use to kill me You ́re the only one that hurts counting every suspicion Tear my cost-off clothes, shave my hostile beard Eat the bread cocked with excretions Head crowned for ashes You, mendicant Bating hands, shaking foots to the ground Screaming: ¡the sword, hungry, plague! Apostate, detester of God, your death for inquisition Rage have been unchained against me
3.
Those whose tongues are tied with lies will get mute Quietly, they hear to grow the sound beneath nothingness Believing the deaf idea of madness Mind-folded and yet speakers of the acrid bless Beneath silence Those memories were impressive by a doomed mindset An apologist of hatred, dictator of human behavior So far away from me, like a dilapidated treasure Like an imposition of the rejected logic Irrational build, burning alive them who abjures Devotion for ancient manifests of knowledge Recognition of patterns as subdomain technology That is what dominates the mindless The corrosion of the concept of nihil Subsumed in a dystopian reality Reduced to a simple piece of your game Tentacles of power falling over me Vitiated indulgence, masks the iron fist Beneath silence
4.
No reason to immerse my soul into your ocean So, that I drown inside your dark and cold womb You`ll never get out alive from the abyssal dream That pit where you hide from every pray I ́d made to you Always recalling the sins Why do I have to suffer this evil? Wretched and consumed spirit Your wrath is killing me I can't see the holy shine while my life is punished I am thrown at the gates of a hungry hell No reason to leave the raised wall beyond the limits of madness Decline the erected structure of fascination, that court of witnesses Pleasure of ignorance is ruin Obscenity begs for filth Tainted loyalty, nonsense displayed Because your wrath is killing me I can't see the holy bride while my life is being dissected I'm thrown at the gates of a hell of justice In this frozen cell resistance to the suffocation, I still like a remain of force Abandoned nowhere, forgotten everywhere, on opposite sides of the gap The truth sought in life is found in the celestial walls that rise Everything inside me collapses like a monument to contempt Blessing, grail of my pain, the anathemas lie Rows of fans waiting for the final cataclysm Christ came to us to give us war, not peace, not bread for the poor Nothing but absence and delirium, nothing but a world made corpse I’m falling through the hole away from God I’m delayed in the surroundings of the Earth
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Recon oneself in the other, indomitable instinct between two strangers Lashing words as moral chains, weighty and passive, furious and poisoned I’ve initiated the fire that immolated us, disciple of the conflagration I'd forget the atrocious destiny, neophyte in the will of belief I’m not your character but your demiurge, scarecrow in a garden of disclosures There is no one overflying the surface of the sea Just the halo of one spirit that never will come Dilution of eternity into one instant Raised atrium which reason declines Scattered secrets everywhere to find the way to unleash men Nervous state to evocate unconscious entities to obliterate me Annulled perception of what’s concrete and factice Untrusted creator of illusions with stolen voices I’ve see the tentative of suicide around, discipline of banality I'd forget the grave face of shame and pain, the evil touched by flowers I announce the fall of the veil that occult your face, when violence restores order Scarecrow in a garden of disclosures
6.
Inter Aquas 06:44
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All that you need, every simple piece man crafted Anything that you can have to survive in this jail of scorn and boredom Attaching flies in mindset Long hours alone crawling by myself Larvae of the root of madness Gnawing painlessly remains night and day Accused for upset thy sense of justice Recused as false in laid infamy An oath in the name of God ascends Until His throne like effluvium of blasphemies Sentenced in silence, elation and disgrace Recognized guiltiness mediated by torture Under suspicion the abnormal citizen It's not fair to the State democracy Dissociated in coercive anarchy Proletarian layers guided with iron fist The indolence turns into rising violence Cracking my soul with a tied hammer that you use called law Draining my sore with rampant petulance, you know, it hurts Denying insults fed by hatred, what you call sympathy Scream close to my ears the reason you need to forgive me Looking for sympathy for the idols of the breed Theory of docile bodies in isolated state Recreate the episode of the lamb in your pulpit Emancipate the slaves with your perfect influence Cover me while they shield the grave they caved Confront the hate with yielding while the opportunity claims revenge Denotes fragility in exterior while empowering interior As a purulent disease, the demonic methods of penalty
8.
Stones in my stomach announce a betray Sympathy for cruelty against myself Dilution of nerves in blasting acidity Liquefied my brain for excess of wrong thoughts Time is lost Denied by my own shades, I walk Reckoning injures and pain, I pray So, leave this creature stay in agony Because this perennial soul Was erased by your breath, destroyed by misery Now I know the methods used to torture me Drowned in your mouth as burned in your heart Heretical, dying alone with angry words God is lost Spoken voice from the distance Never involved in the human existence So many time guiltiness grows Because this fallen crown Under a colossus weight I'm smashed Rudimentary laws for the blinded masses Stainless conscience of an anathematized Falling into the unconscious through the darkness Forsaken in the land of atrophy I’m immersed into doctrinaire domains Hiding and hunting, isolated in contradictions Contradictory being of water and sand The shame of a humiliated innocent The breath of the emancipated prisoner Now reality belongs to me Proscribed without defense Proscribed without judgment Separate my face to the ground Mutilate my eyes to feed you My putrefied skin enclosure Random as a fact of fear
9.
Myth Maniac 05:13
Would deform what’s straight with just one look around, with wide eyes Would dilute what's plenty into empty space, corrosion invades sense Disappear what was spoilage, deconstruct the slavery machine Deploy the batteries outside the zone of control and try to eliminate me Because was born the appetite in your eyes Reborn the anger beast inside Would desire the end of the materialized and never see reality Indeed, vacuity is not but the absence of chaos in the environment Vanity conquers all the aims of the plutocracy, the spire in the eye Since the conditions are extreme they create the norm, the official law Because was born the appetite in your eyes Reborn the anger beast inside Belongs to me the primitive instinct of fight My bloody fist will talk Would you return them incomplete names? Can you restart the game that you initiate again? Pretend to decode my brain to enslave my needs Closing all the ways to escape Forever has coming from the height the great shame that denotes one`s culprit Got arrows nailed in my chest, allows the blood run until I reach the sea Myth maniac
10.
Conjectures that revenge to every desperate Gross wrong to idealize circumspect faced gods Asking for salvation, can turn stones into bread And, if in something you are disarmed is of loud forgiveness Despotic criminals arise from the past renewed Diluvium monsters preserved inside denature men Saprolized faith, the rock fractured, banalized evil Terminal illness witness of ones dispossessed of its souls Constraining the will of death, the hedonist found peace Hunting angels, cutting wings, blasting radiant skins Grinding bones, tearing off the flesh, sniping in his heads Celebrating the new age of human existence The animal of reason isolated in a pandemonium Shining heads depose, mindful and asset, blowing the soil Voracity of the starving mass, delirious and convulsive Projected misanthropy into the insides void Carnage into the insides void Massacre into the non-vital world
11.
Time enough to dissolve suffering into rustic guiltiness While you blow the particles of powder suspended in the air of your own hell Insanity corrodes your thoughts You, contemptible enemy of the State Space enough to dissolve what ́s fake into obscene images of death Surrounding whispers nubile the perception of reality Those words that you wrote were the spire in their hearts Just because the truth was revealed by you The big one plot for spoliation of nations around the world Like never seen before Terror is like the voice of the beneath Horror is like a layer in the atmosphere The error was to believe in their lips A nuclear warfare for population of nations around the world Fortifications can’t mute your tongue Enough wrath against those who reveal what's occult Enough punishment for exposing the lies in their speech Enough hypocrisy in their ideological rhetoric Enough Freedom is not a fact anymore Life is not a right for anyone Justice is not a cure but for the elite Enough wrath against those who reveal what's occult Enough punishment for explain the lies in their speech Enough hypocrisy in their ideological rhetoric Enough agony for the poor, enough war Enough policy, enough war, enough juries in the pulpit Enough
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Nomadic Soul 05:30

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released April 14, 2024

Music by Cartridge©. Engineering by Andrés Zamudio; recorded in Estruendos Infernales Music Studio, Bogotá D.C. Mastering by Andrés Zuluaga Perna.

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PANOPTICON Bogota, Colombia

In 2008 I start my underground musical process. The songs composition and the escenic part as a soloist gives a sound that reflects myself and posses the germ of my artistic concient. Panopticon was call to be a band with a social political critics about human condition, the humanity selfcondemed inside a mediatic panoptical structure ... more

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