POWDERHOUSE 14​/​06​/​13

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POWDERHOUSE 14/06/13

Grimalkin555
To The Lovers, Farewell
THE OPPRESSORS
ASAHARA
Siege Electronics
Mann Som Blodørn (now Children)

Live at The Old Hairdressers.

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released July 4, 2013

Recorded by Vile Noise Recordings.

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Track Name: THE OPPRESSORS
PURITY THROUGH DISCIPLINE
You are all fucking waste. How can you stand to writhe in your own filth while other more disciplined nations soldier on silently through their laborious existence, forging towards the greater good of their kingdoms? Don’t you have any fucking dignity? Those pangs of self-righteous worth are nothing but a cancer in our bellies. Only once you’re cleansed of these worthless and futile aspirations will you ever be considered an honourable and worthy member of our superior nation. A citizen devoid of all but loyalty to the state, mechanistically dedicated to our perfect morality, is the only citizen we shall tolerate; devoid of personality, individuality, cynicism; devoid of ideals, perceptions, God; devoid of everything but subservience. History has proved you cannot be trusted to act on your own impulses, ideals and passions. If a blank slate is the only human mind capable of acting civilly, so be it. We have spared the rod long enough. Now we are the witch hunters and we will burn you into submission until purified. Until you are finally hardwired to act with compassion, discipline, dignity and honour. Until then you are ours. You are Nero and Rome is burning.

INDIVIDUALISM SHALL NOT BE TOLERATED
Your privileges have been withdrawn. You can no longer be trusted with any expression of the so-called “you”. Your pathetically atavistic psychological disposition towards group identity has raped the Earth beyond recognition. It must be rectified. There is only one group, our group. And we will tear these badges from you until every last shred of intention; every last hard-wired social enhancement exercise is cast unto the flames. There will be no more linch killings. No more witch hunts. No more of your futile protests and demonstrations. With each display of allegiance you poison our moral code. You will submit to one loyalty. Individualism is now void. Rebellion will be met with utter annihilation. All colours will be drained from your flame.

DO AS WE SAY NOT AS WE DO
Argumentum To Quoque has been rife long enough. When those hollow rotting shells laid waste to London, Birmingham, Manchester and Liverpool; they believed they were taking revenge on the oppressive state. Wrong. Worthless pigs writhing in fire only to bite the cud. How could you possibly believe your sorry existence among the dregs could deliver you to the elysian fields of true morality? Every eloquent excuse for a philosophy has only served to lengthen the cracks. We grind you into the ground for a reason, like bleach to a vomit stain. Your plague can only be contained by fire, and today we are the wrath of Prometheus.

PEACE THROUGH TOTAL SUBMISSION
Today you will see. You will all be a part of history. The day man bowed to purity. The day he cast away his rich and diverse culture of torture, hatred and immorality. Let the bells tolling your tenure deafen us all. Let our ears bleed and our bones shatter as we rejoice. You deserve every second of this. We gave you gold and you cast it among swine. We gave you wine and you spat back bile. And as a result we will drown you in it. Until you scream through froth-corrupted lungs you are worthy. Until your rotting corpse has decomposed into sludge we may purify and forge into a new being of light. The perfect algorithm for tranquillity and dignity. Who will deliver you from yourselves? The wrath of all you have destroyed. And its rage will echo through the caverns of time like the screams of a newborn cutting its own throat. Thone biscop meteth se kyning!

Slogans: Derek Crozier
Paragraphs: Tom Jenkins