High Tension from Sinister Upheaval by Boundless Chaos

worlds ablaze, darkest of days, minds are growing cold
tension is high, deep in the storms eye, there are more threats to unfold
haunted by an invisible might, omnipresent woe
loss of sense, blunted violence, inevitable deathrow

morale decayed
totally depraved
indifference, it reigns
darkest visions unchained

floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near

high tension, it’s getting out of hand
uncertainty command, could this be our end?
high tension, unbearable pain
time to face it, we’re caught in a bane

wars old as man born again by those who condone
death and pain which will reign more bestial then before
when terror strikes, we musn’t abide to its commanding call
resistence lies on the edge of a knife, with each step you might go wrong

floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near

sun burns red, a glistening end to normality
foul beauty lies in how it dies — with slow intensity
suffering for all beings — our chosen destiny

floating through a state of fear
once so far but now so near

high tension, it’s getting out of hand
uncertainty command, could this be our end?
high tension, unbearable pain
time to face it, we’re caught in a bane

• Metal
• blackthrash
• deaththrash
• thrash
• Germany