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Sludgewave Arsafes must be using some sort of voodoo bullshit magic to channel the spirit of Strapping Young Lad. Favorite track: American War Machine.
Nicolas RESSOT
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Nicolas RESSOT Pendant ce Ratocracy, Arsafes fomentait une révolution (du moins une révolte) en puisant un son du côté de SYL mais avec un petit goût de Sepultura version bolchévique. Et, franchement, mis à part Faith et deux ou trois passages, pour moi c'est une vraie réussite. Favorite track: Dog Eat God.
Eric Hoyt
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Eric Hoyt One of my favorite metal albums of the 2000s, easily. Arsafes takes the pure aggression and heaviness of Strapping Young Lad and combines it with modern metal with hints of world music influences, and the result is a monstrous beauty. Right from the get-go, this album is a complete crusher. While there are some softer track ("20 Days" and "Faith"), the rest of the album is an aural assault, ending with the epic "Divine." Love, love, LOVE this album. Can't wait for the next full-length! Favorite track: Dog Eat God.
GeN2Mo
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GeN2Mo Arsafes basicaly picks up the torch where SYL left it, fueling the flame with his own ideas, personal influences and readjusted accents. And it fucking burns. Loud, bursting, glaring and hungry. Favorite track: Piranha Pool (As Borders Collide).
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All music by Arsafes
All lyrics by Arsafes, except tr. 9 (Carl Sandburg)
Cover art by Greg Shanta, Arsafes and Darius (Midiankai Arts)

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released June 1, 2014

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Track Name: Behold The Hydrogen Dominator
instrumental
Track Name: E.T.F.M.
i collide with billions of worlds
drastically tortured and raped
here you are, little one, laughing at me,
could you help me and rewind this tape?
thank you, ol' buddies, for clapping so loud,
but tonight i'll dance for myself!
i'm awake, little fuck! You better be gone!
run away, little one, for god's sake!

save your soul for yourself
preserve your body for me!
so I can take it to the fair and buy it balloons,
then fuck it behind a tree!
as you can see, I puked all over myself,
but somehow I don't give a shit…
hooray, little one! You've won the game!
again and again and again and again...
…and again!

oh fuck!

everyone in every world
and every world in everyone,
singing songs, when all alone,
denying the Unknown…
every bearly shining sun
can hide another "little one"
i close my eyes
and hope he goes away...

so little to the eye,
a colossus inside,
you're fucking up my mind...
just fucking up...
Track Name: Against The Legions
rebuild your mind today
so you can see the world
and all it's filthy ways
in and beyond
unchain your hands today
and break the walls around
tomorrow'll be too late
just listen to these sounds!

against the legions of this world
we stand alone
against the scavengers of souls
we fight as one
cause we are the first and we are the last

be proud of what you are
be proud of what you do
don't give a damn about
what people say
all those cocksucking pigs
can eat our shit and cry
can lick their mommy's cunts
and fucking die!

against the legions of this world
we stand alone
against the scavengers of souls
we fight as one
cause we are the first and we are the last

we fucking stand alone!
Track Name: Piranha Pool (As Borders Collide)
can you feel the lack of satisfaction?
can you hear the whispering men?
can you see the social erection
rising and deflowering the counterfeit zen?
can you smell the stench of revolution
offered as salvation to the mass?
can you feel the political pollution
fill the sky with venomous gas?

so now you can go and kill your fucking self,
cause anyway your only faith is rotting in a cell!
there've been too many terrorists, there've been too many saints,
now welcome to the warzone, where they are all the same!
the fucking radio commands to tighten up your belt
while the television promises serenity and wealth
but i've seen too many faces, i've seen too many tears
i've seen too many people exposed to their fears

you conceive the babylon's child in grief - false salvation
you believe in promises of all the thieves - putrid lies

can you feel the pressure of corruption?
can you hear the speeches of the "lords"?
can you see the fictitious election
masterfully played by the government's wards?
can you feel your pride penetrated?
can you feel your confidence raped?
can you see that the bombs detonated,
shaking the borders of the world?

a fish rots from the head, so does the state
as crazy fucking people worship kings that they create,
all the stupid motherfucking laws, all the empty stores
and all the calls for genocide and all the fucking wars
now what we hear are arguments - which politician's right?
but in the end for people any ministry is blight!
so take the ratocratic dick out of your fucking mouth,
this should be nothing to think about!

you conceive the babylon's child in grief - false salvation
you believe in promises of all the thieves - putrid lies
you deceive yourself to believe in onetime fake peace
you deceive yourself to believe...
Track Name: 20 Days
as I float in the rays of exploding suns,
becoming a particle of bliss,
i forget the path to disarray, tear the past..
and the future's dawn breaks today…

it's alright
to cage the words in your mind
it's alright
to leave them for someone to find

can I climb the ladder to ether
and grasp the reins of the skies?
can I feel the sweet taste of victory?
can I find those words in your mind?

follow me to the ocean of sanctity
let the waves lead your essence to bliss
we are one with the grains of infinity
we are one with the light of a newborn star…

follow me to the ocean of sanctity
let the waves lead your essence to bliss
we are one with the grains of infinity
we are one with the light...
Track Name: American War Machine
everyone
every little motherfucker thinking
that he is a precious gift to all of us
everytime
every motherfucking second that i bleed
upon the road to neverending peace
curse you
and your dirty hands that
broke the necks of countless men
we lay ourselves on the altar of carnage
breaking bones, slitting throats open wide

come with me
and together we will travel
to the places of slaughter and grief
tear my skin and see
all that's living inside me
and all that you will never be
suck my dick
you megalomaniacal
abomination of a cursed inverted womb
i am fucking cannon fodder
and i fucking salute you!

rape!
the war machine collects it's troops
take!
the war machine collects it's meat

we salute the order
death is what we get
meat and cannon fodder
listen and obey
as the world is raped once more

drop the bombs
destroying every motherfucking village
as a threat to motherfucking global policy
shoot the kids
eventually denying every feeling that is
opposite to hatred and brutality
rape the young
right? why do we need a goddamn future?
and why the fuck do we need anything
that doesn't motherfucking kill?

rape!
the war machine collects it's troops
take!
the war machine collects it's meat
rape!
take!
Track Name: Dog Eat God
all eyes are turned to the mongrel's frown
all eyes are turned to its rancid crown
as it arrives
to approve the feast on burial grounds
and command a happy smile for peasants as they kneal down

i see the holy parade as it marches through the lands of grief
i hear the trumpets call as the darkness falls on those who disbelieve
i see the preachers scream as the crowd applauds to the chief -
a crowned filthy Hound in an emperor's gown, fed with luxurous beef

all hands are raised in the name of the lord
and legs are broken by the slaves of the Dog
for it was crowned as a spawn of an era of lies
resurrected to testify that once again..
..Dog eat God!
Dog eat God!
can you see that
Dog eat God?
Dog eat God!

i see the holy parade as it marches through the lands of grief
i hear the trumpets call as the darkness falls on those who disbelieve
i see the preachers bless exceptionally people folding hands and closing eyes,
led by a filthy Hound in an emperor's gown, chewing on the bones of Jesus Christ
Track Name: Faith
you seem confused
once walked the path of denial
a soul so bruised
that passed through error and trial

hey you, you never know
they come and go
hey you, you never know
why faith's so slow

far away there is a world
close to the sky
come and stay there with me as the night
passes by

don't be afraid
see through these walls that surround you
just take my hand
and let these words become true

hey you, i never know
they come and go
hey you, i never know
when faith's so close

far away there is a world
close to the sky
come and stay there with me as the night
passes by
Track Name: I Am the People, the Mob
I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns.
They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing.
Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget.
Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool—then there will be no speaker
in all the world say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob—the crowd—the mass—will arrive then.

-Carl Sandburg, 1916
Track Name: Species Selector
hey little boy,
you can blow up your home tonight,
shoot your friends, eat your dog,
cause today it'll be alright
i dance the dance of rain
in my underpants at work!
touch yourself, fuck yourself,
nobody'll say a word!

species selector
choked on his breakfast
species selector

i spit in every face
of every fucking dork
and leave a bag of shit
before every motherfucking door
now you can laugh at me
and call me what you want
no matter what, we'll die together
on this goddamn fucking spot

species selector
choked on his breakfast
species selector
can't believe in this shit

we are done..
we are none..
sunk so deep...
suck it up, bitch!

species selector
choked on his breakfast
species selector
say goodbye to mommy, dick!
Track Name: Divine
a. self-destroy

dive inside
an open mind,
an open soul
with many little faces.
you glue yourself
to a broken wall
and crack your bones
with countless little nails…

live a life of joy
die a tiny death…

do me a favor
and lie on your back,
so I can replace
your face with a picture..
i count on this world,
while you count on a stranger,
becoming the past
and touching the void…

live in your own breath
break and self-destroy…

b. a new way of creation

wait for a crooked hand, emerging from the oil
to grasp your tiny neck and tear it apart
no more tears, you fucked up piece of meat!
cause heaven calls, heaven roars "welcome aboard!"

watch the angels laugh and dance
as soldiers die and women cry
along with people's blinded eyes,
that stare into the sky...

wait for your head to land on a neat and tidy scaffold
so you can bleed your way to the land of paradise
tell me the words you hear in your tortured swollen brain
maybe I hear them too and we are both insane!

come with me into the water
let your body float in peace
take my hand and sleep forever
becoming one with the midnight breeze

dive inside
your broken mind,
your broken soul,
your open heart
and fly above
the world you created..

come with me into the water
let your body float in peace
take my hand and sleep forever
becoming one with the midnight breeze

c. the first tides

come with me into the water
let your body float in peace
take my hand and sleep forever
becoming one with the midnight breeze