The Book of Suffering - Tome II

by Cryptopsy

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1.
At first we were torn apart By the totalitarian Omnipresent regime Forced to hide Forced to wait For a time to safely escape We watched our families, being executed Butchered and then buried, inches away Our unexpected fortunes Belittled by what would happen today Alas, we were separated But we later found each other In the Promised Land No sanctum The unholy malignancy devoured them both so slowly Our loved ones tortuously faded right before our eyes With our hands linked tight We somehow managed to endure What began as a budding friendship Began to blossom A second wind prompted us To begin again And towards a new life we were thrust To simple abode which we shared But as the years trickled by We were simply forgotten Those whom we, sacrificed So much for, had abandoned us The curse of the wretched living Our bodies began to whither But at least we had each other The painful memories From our past Made what would come That much harder A pact was born A plan was set Would eighteen floors Be high enough When the morning came I helped her out from her chair And held her hand Taking in the late October air We made our way Up onto the railing We embraced, one last time And together we leapt to die Bound in Rigor Mortis For all Eternity At least until they pried us apart
2.
Sire of Sin 04:26
Raised as a king Silver spoon gaped mouth Orgiastic prophecies proclaimed That I, Davidito would be the heir apparent Sired through God’s whore Cultivated by Father’s harem Eagerly fellated Innocent young hands Sowing, unholy seeds A ritualistic communion Revered and idolized I was immortalized The sacred scriptures condemned The Children of God My threshold depleted Their ideals beyond sadistic I then attempted to disassociate Myself from The Family I was discovered Beckoned and beseeched To once again Don their crown Wrathful obsessions Retribution for the damned Murder on the horizon My patience was pristine “Maybe fate will smile on me God of war God of revenge Maybe they will grant me happy hunting We shall see” Finally a glint of reprieve An inkling of hope Inches Closer Inches closer to Mama Inches closer to closure Inches Closer Lips sealed tight Torture may provoke (A) Relevant confession My device unveiled A few swift jerks Testing its potency Her throat slashed The frightened perplexed Guiltless eyes faded out Disillusioned in the backseat Cold steel up against my temple I close my eyes with such relief And I squeeze to end the story Of Davidito “In some way- some of us are gonna be around to see those fuckers burn.” Burn
3.
Innocent youth quickly Dragged in a simple white van She couldn’t believe This was happening When she opened her Mouth to scream The soundless Emissions bound her Within his scheme Dragged down into The chasm below She was deposited Into the cell That would now Become her home Darkness filled Night and day Circadian rhythm Eventually began to wither away Scratching, screaming and banging to be heard Waiting for the man to return Her meagre daily rations Caused her to disappear Nothing left but her mounting fear After a few years his confidence grew Untethered she was brought above Forced to work As his secret slave Tedious tasks Kept her busy each day Better not think to Try and shout He’d grab her by the throat And quickly shush her out The sad little man So broken inside Needed a little girl to groom to be his bride Late at night he’d slitter towards her She would hear him coming And simply shiver Complete control let him bring her outside Into the world to hide in plain sight Until the day she ran away One mistake and she took the bait The distraction that made him step aside Finally gave her the chance to run The weak little man had escaped as well With his head on the tracks he was riding to Hell She was then drawn Back to where she Bloomed from a child To a woman
4.
She moved slowly in order not to wake him I reassured her this was the right decision She tenderly slipped her hand Underneath his sleeping head But when she withdrew his weapon He began to stir Which caused her to recede I lied down on the floor next to him Nodded approvingly For her to end this nightmare The gun went off and chunks of skull splattered Onto my face and all over her night gown A frenzy broke out overhead The media overran our tiny town Wondering what would drive a youth to kill He was a horrible man He beat me bloody and tore us down Tormented us with his presence Controlling us every single moment This had been going on for far too long We tried to escape but he soon found us And dragged us back to where we belonged These are the laws of the flesh The consequences of our crime Brought to light our suffering Our tiny home was a war zone Where pain flourished

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released October 26, 2018

Recorded at the Grid Studio, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Produced by Chris Donaldson & Cryptopsy
Mixed & Mastered by Chris Donaldson at The Grid Studio

All music written by: Cryptopsy

Artwork by: Remy C from Headsplit Designs
headsplitdesign.free.fr

Band Photos by Eric Sanchez
www.EricSanchez-Photography.com

Website: www.Cryptopsy.ca
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Twitter: twitter.com/cryptopsyband
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E-mail: Cryptopsyband@gmail.com
Press Inquiries: blackelementproductions@gmail.com

Booking:
Canada: Eric Galy -Email: Booking@GalyRecords.com
North America: Continental Concerts USA - Stephan Mellul - Email: steph@continental-concerts.us
Europe: MAD Touring – Tim Bartsch – Email: Tim@mad-tourbooking.de
Management: Extreme Management Group: Joann Gullo – EMG.Joann@gmail.com

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Cryptopsy is an influential extreme metal band from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. For over 20 years, they have sculpted and pushed the boundaries of their metal genre.

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