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| 2:04 | 
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We see them coming a mile away
Gathered to kill on the desolate plain No fear in our minds Pure hate in our hearts Miscalculation of our strength their bane Take us lightly and we'll make you pay Pride left them defenseless No Mercy for Hubris They rush to fight us and we stand and wait Pulses quicken as they take the bait Mere seconds to the slaughter We can wait no longer Closing fast with their weapons high Still believing it's we that will die Now the ambush is sprung Now they learn that they were wrong Now the killing will start Tear the bastards apart They thought it would be easy but now they're being crushed Arrogance of power leaves them dying in their blood There will be no mercy for these filthy sons of whores The innards of my enemys impaled upon my sword Many years we've waited for this final day of slaughter Our victims are decapitated, their limbs are torn asunder Careful preparation brought our haughty victims down Our forces are at full strength and the Time To Kill Is Now. Time To Kill Is Now Time To Kill They are all dead, it's their end today All lost their lives in tremendous pain Not one has survived We Left None Alive Do not doubt our conviction to kill Hate on our side we will never fail Now the killing will start Tear the bastards apart Strike the enemy down The Time To Kill is Motherfucking Now |
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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Suffer
Extreme pain is what they need to feel for the rest of their lives Misery and despair leaves their souls when infinity ends Let them taste the wrath as the agony consumes them Swallowed by the darkest light a blackened state of dismay Survival is the only thing left for them This grievous revelation is a new beginning Led to the solution against their will Deprivation thrives as the therapy continues Sullen mastery is an answer uncontested Denial is the only thing left for them Life as they knew it is a distant memory Scores of victims lust for apathy Make them suffer While they plead for cessation Entirely demoralized and close to mass extinction Damned to please supremacy The reason for their martyrdom they will never know Make them suffer While they bleed through damnation Begged for retribution before meeting with demise Cursed by animosity Once chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escape [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Domination reigns supreme the evil has no end Spent of all their energy now worthless and degraded Slow death is the only thing left for them Physically and mentally devoid of dignity Languished immortality Make them suffer While they plead for cessation Entirely demoralized and close to mass extinction Damned to please supremacy The reason for their martyrdom they will never know Make them suffer While they bleed through damnation Begged for retribution before meeting with demise Cursed by animosity Once chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escape Make them suffer Forever |
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| 3. |
| 3:57 |
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Homage to our God, the act of killing bears us
Closer to His grace, beyond the void of darkness Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us Bring us to our lord our killings transcending Convictions of violence pure, unrelenting Devotion drips from my jagged blade My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage Sacramental slaughter all for faith In the homicidal doctrine he creates Decapitated heads, adorn the holy altar Kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration Every single death, brought us closer to Him Take us to our Lord our bloodlust evolving, Enshrining the bodies, evil emerging Hate rips through flesh and bone The dogma states that it must be done We adhere to the holy text More must die if we are to advance Pray to our God With blood we praise His epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders Trust in our Lord Leads us to kill in the same way that He did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor He is close now Soon He will be among us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide Kneeling in the blood, we see our Master watching Look behind His eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect Transfixed by His gaze, His congregation waiting We summoned Him here by doing His bidding Now He will slay us, circle completed Arterial spray paints the temple red Our Master's advent brought us death Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls Blood soaked paradise awaits us all |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers
Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning Mutilate Disembowel Amputate Kill and rape Gratification achieved by dismemberment Unnatural legions ravage the carcasses Open wounds targets for evil defilers Seed of iniquity covers the body parts Necrosadistic warning You will not rest in peace Violate Death so foul Ejaculate Pieces raped Bound with intestines the body is held upright Travelers encounter the gruesome monition Terrorized realization of coming death They will be next for the army of killers Necrosadistic warning You will not rest in peace Necrosadistic warning Remains are on display Necrosadistic warning You will not rest in peace Necrosadistic warning Molested corpses hang Undead Molest Defile Kill them Butcher Then fuck Necrosadistic warning You will not rest in peace Necrosadistic warning Discharge on the corpse Necrosadistic warning You will not rest in peace Necrosadistic warning Desecration of the dead [Solo: Pat O' Brien] |
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| 5. |
| 3:46 |
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Knock him out with chloroform
Surreptitious trapping tack Drag the body to the trunk Take the captive to the house and down into the basement Binding method is extreme Unconscious I will pierce the hands and feet Arms and legs nailed to the wood Beneath the table blood is forming shallow pools Perforate the abdomen Punctured organs start to fail Mounting pain revives the man His gaze meets mine then panic starts, the nails leave him immobilized Head is thrashing from the pain I must nail it to the wood with long sharp nails Penetration of the flesh Five dozen nails will hold him down Five nails My hammer pounds them, the steel secures him Five nails My victim conscious, he is immobile I raise my hammer, and aim for the throat Five nails through the neck Trachea is torn Gasping sounds are heard Life is leaving him But not soon enough Agony, torturous Long nails penetrate Through the flesh and bone Table dripping blood Victim full of holes Suffer, merciless [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Five nails through the Five nails through the neck 60 nails adorn the fool 12 on each leg and arm 4 of them aerate his face 3 puncture his abdomen and leave his vitals oozing I step back and view my work Torture victim lies drained of life Outside world will never know How many nails the victim felt before he died Five nails through the neck |
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| 6. |
| 2:57 |
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Internal burning
An omen reborn Embrace the torture Purify the soul Bathe in red hot coals, dripping skin become a pleasure Face begins to melt, liquid from the head rewarding Eternal burning Sanctified with flames Unholy recourse The demons are here Unleash the fury Body slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackened Scorch to disinfect is the method for acceptance Purification by fire Transformation is rapture Beyond recognition and deranged from the cleansing Frenzied schizophrenic a memory before the scalding Sacrifice for pain Unrelenting heat scrambles the sense Caustic remedy betrays existence Hellish invasion just part of the plan Beasts have been summoned to conquer again Unleash the fury Internal burning an omen reborn Embrace the torture purify the soul Bathe in red hot coals, dripping skin becomes a pleasure Face begins to melt, liquid from the head rewarding Body slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackened Scorch to disinfect is the method for acceptance Purification by fire From within the torment is complete Any worthy future now obsolete Purification by fire, transformation is rapture |
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| 3:32 |
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I am the black thoughts of the night
Deep in the darkness of your mind Shrouded in shadow, The mental torture In the realm of death waling terror Stalking the closest to the edge Impostion of depravity Sanity holding by a thread Desperation draws them close to me Always unseen but never far behind Fleeting darkness tricks your eyes Paranoia, A creeping horror Guided by the death walking terror Your hand reaches for the knife Subconscious molding insidious It was always in your mind Release the pain, A psychotic rush Death Walking Terror Slow mental torture I am the blood you seek to spill I am you inner drive to kill Dark inspiration, A moral failure created by the death walking terror Your hands have done my bidding well Your hideous dreams now reality Manipulation done with stealth I was with you, I heard the screams Death Walking Terror Slow mental torture Death Walking Terror Psychic Tormentor The weakest ones will fall My murderous influence appeals to their fear My will is just too strong The decision was mine but they'll never know Death Walking Terror I walk behind you while you kill Usurping your mind, you are oblivious You'll never know your spirit fell Supplanted by this deep disgust Death Walking Terror Slow mental torture Death Walking Terror Psychic Tormentor |
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| 8. |
| 3:43 |
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Moving through the cover of night
With battle hardened hate in their eyes Anticipate the surgical strike Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony Violence, the purest form, a primitive trait The weak will inherit the Earth piled on top of their graves Survival is slipping the attack has already begun Dominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choice A vicious tradition since the dawn of man Traumatizing agony Murderous revelry, smashing people to pieces This kind of hate cannot be contained Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again Squalid and broken no match for the enemy Too weak to fight back no chance for escape Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on Ripping out organs they're hung on display A message to others they'll die the same way Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on [Solo: Rob Barrett] [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Squalid and broken no match for the enemy Too weak to fight back no chance for escape Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on Ripping out organs they're hung on display A message to others they'll die the same way Covered in their own blood The surgical strike must go on Moving through the cover of night With battle hardened hate in their eyes Anticipate the surgical strike Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony |
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| 9. |
| 3:39 |
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Patience is my ally
Design should not be rushed Asperations long forgotten Never left my mind My rage must be controlled My plans require time My rage must be controlled until the time is right Mastery of self control Seething deep inside Enemies oblivious My ruse has made them blind My rage must be controlled My plans require time My rage must be controlled until the time is right My hate has been concealed My time has come at last My hate has been concealed but now the scum will die Batter the face Crushing the pompous fool Retaliation This was worth the wait Endurance Deception Abhorance Vengence Wounds of the enemy Oozing hypocrisy Duplicatious slime They are less than nothing Twisted Slaves to their vanity They are beneath my feet Only now can they learn As my boot kicks their heads Pitiless Tormenting Resolve never wavering contemptible pieces of human trash litter my life Victory was certain They never saw it coming Years of planning have paid off Voice inside silenced |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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Heads removed of their faces lay by my feet Chopped and hacked their bodies detached Eyes and teeth are violently smashed Gruesome acts I'm having strong urges to extract the brains Overwhelmed with demented thoughts Could it be that I committed these Gruesome acts Death is all I ever know Gore is what I need to help satisfy me Brains are all I ever crave Can't deny my hatred for society Blood so sweet upon my lips Live a life of moribund abnormalcy Born with only half a head Can't deny my hatred for intelligence The brain removal device Drained again through the mouth the blackest blood flows Save it for another day Savor the vile abundance of Gruesome acts Dead is like being alive Stench of rotting death becomes irrelevant Heads affixed to a machine Peel the skin from random skulls exposing bone Cracked open with vice like force Spray my face with human slop, carnal spatter Slave to my repulsive goal To regain control beyond what's in my mind The brain removal device Shredded brain tissue is mine Succulent flavor is pure Evil is personified Dominance Brutal conclusion foreseen Envisioned so long ago The slaughtered were unaware [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Contraption for hollowing heads Is forcing me to realize Cerebral obsession within is my reality [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Death is all I ever know Gore is what I need to help satisfy me Brains are all I ever crave Can't deny my hatred for society Blood so sweet upon my lips Live a life of moribund abnormalcy Slave to my repulsive goal To regain control beyond what's in my mind The brain removal device |
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| 11. |
| 2:13 |
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[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster] Rage, taking control of my mind Driving me to Kill without mercy I see red Blood on My hands My knife Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my heart Pushing me to Respond with violence I spill their Blood with Vicious Cruelty Maniacal Psychopath Slash through the crowd of faces leaving a trail of bloody dead Hold down the scumbag, slice off his ear, gouge out his fucking eyes Pounding the human maggots, broken bones cause screams of pain Femur pokes through the muscles in his upper leg, I wrench it out with force Stabbing the faces Knocking out teeth with my nail spiked bat Internal damage Trauma from beatings causes organs to burst Maniacal Psychopath [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Chunks of butchered victims cover the floor in my wake Frenzied battery and slashing slung pieces of face on the ceilings and walls Raging violence will consume all of my damaged brain Ruthless murders are the only way to make this impulse abate Maniacal Psychopath |
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| 12. |
| 2:52 |
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Dangling above a vat of putrid muck
A rancid stench of foul decay never encountered before Screaming in horror for I now remember my fate I will be submerged in boiling flesh This cauldron will soon take my life Upside down my mind is warping Cannot break free From the shackles Bloodied chains cut circulation Losing reason Gag and vomit Blisters are forming all over my body now Oozing with pus as they start to explode, fervent finality The fumes and the vapors have perforated my lungs Writhing and twitching from maddening pain Why must I die like this? Insanity not far away Mental breakdown Scathing havoc Pray for death to come and get me Inner anguish Begins Fear Received Relentless Malignancy Near the end is what I'm sensing Must accept it Can't accept it Last attempt to stop this nightmare Cannot be done I will be dead Gone Berserk While waiting My life will boil To struggle is useless [Solo: Rob Barrett] Plunge Fatal Paradise Of the obscene [Solo: Pat O'Brien] Enter the tank It doesn't take long Epidermis dissolved All that's let are my bones It's a matter of seconds when defleshed in flesh My body now part of sick mire This chamber of liquefied humans that I have amassed is completed because I was The last in line |
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| 4:01 | 
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