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the hopeless, the terrifies
you're petrified, its time to die i vomit in the face of the faithful the mislead, the ignorant the ones who are truly dangerous the holy the justice system the president the ones who are truly dangerous its time to die (repeat 2x) decomposition of the human race a warning from beyond the grave out of the ashes and into the fucking flames the soulless, the unworthy the undead now walk the earth in pain they hunt you to devour to massacre you to overtake this world the mislead the ignorant the ones who are truly dangerous its time to die the image of man betrays that which distinguishes him from other animals his ablity to observe himself the decay of modern society, leads to doom. turn back the clock retreat into the essence of life but its too late for you now its too late for you know decomposition of the human race a warning from beyond the grave out of the ashes and into the fucking flames varicose the heart is now closed eyes still open, but soon you'll decompose you're on your way to the grave and its a bottomless pit. |
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somewhere in the darkness, another dies
somewhere in the darkness, a child cries somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain somewhere in the darkness, it awaits somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave somewhere in the darkness, evil somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed somewhere in the darkness, the dead awake from the grave a spirits curse the demonseed is now unearthed somewhere in the darkness, is the afterlife somewhere in the darkness, someone holds a knife somewhere in the darkness, the devil somewhere in the darkness, evil from the grave a spirits curse the demonseed is now unearthed somewhere in the darkness, another dies somewhere in the darkness, a child cries somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain somewhere in the darkness, it awaits somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave somewhere in the darkness, evil somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed somewhere in the darkness, the dead awake from the grave a spirits curse the demonseed is now unearthed the demonseed is now unearthed |
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The hearse awaits to drive you to hell
the coffin opens, you're dead on the table I prepare the peices for burial brain removed as I stick in the needle to drain out the pus, blood, and bile One eyeball missing, 6 teeth and four limbs rope was used as the method to strangle rats have eaten part of the genitals oh my God not another dead body the cadaver is cut up and cut up again gutted and split up in two to ferment in the grave thrown six feet down one piece at a time for the insects to find rest in pieces in the grave you're bleeding rest in pieces in the tomb of the mutilated the hearse awaits to drive you to hell the coffin opens you're dead on the table I prepare the pieces for burial brain removed as I stick in the needle the bloody bodies have been probed and cut a severed head hangs on a hook cockroaches and ants invade the torso everything below the waist has been cooked Rest in pieces in the grave you're bleeding rest in pieces in the tomb of the mutilated |
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the sweet smell
of the slow decayed another victim of the f**king grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis eyes roll back in your face blood drips on your skin when it comes to death the grave always wins blood drips on your idness face? another victim of the f**king grave the cold dirt is your last place to rest a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin eyes roll back in your face blood drips down your skin when it comes to death the grave alwats wins the worms are feeding on the carcass rotted and moldering and bones are exposed parasitic breakdown of the human form in the grave we are reborn the sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the f**king grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis |
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thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen dead that will awake dying slowly, closer, closer thirteen pieces of my mind thirteen pieces of my mind thirteen bullets in your side dying slowly,closer,closer thirteen stab wounds to your head thirteen dead and thirteen rotten and now that old wounds have clotted the terror that you felt, will be the last thing that you feel thirteen rot over ten years decayed thirteen bodies will be left unburied the terror that you felt, will be the last thing that you feel thirtenn broken scabbed and torn thirteen victims not yet born dying slowly, closer, closer thirtenn pieces of my mind thirteen rot over ten years decayed thirteen bodies will be left unburied thirteen dead that will awake thirteen pieces of your fate thirteen bullets in your side thirteen stab wounds to your head thirteen broken scabbed and torn thirteen victims not yet born |
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The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
Entombs the lifeless The darkest black is cast The shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you In the cemetary You have been left unburied The vultures pick at your eyes The cold grasp, a blood hand The skeleton, it cracks And its twitching Inside of your body The brain retreats The heart beats no longer In denial Life no longer there To comfort To invigorate To betray you The rotten now await you Meet the Devil's keeper In the shadow of the reaper The rotten now await you To invade you The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead Entombs the lifeless The darkest black is cast The shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you In the cemetary You have been left unburied The vultures pick at your eyes |
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I'm going straight to hell
to burn in flames with the devil fuck the church and that christian shit my tombstone's carved with a six six six i don't care about the lies that you preach alive to live, not to believe in a god that i cannot see after death after life in the grave to never wakle after death enter life in the grave into the dark as flesh turns and rots the blood in my veins doth clot i'll be smiling as i decompose as the rats eat my skin and bone no escape when death comes to call inside my skull maggots still crawl from the coffin your world looks so small the reaper awaits us all this is the deathklaat after death enter life in the grave into the dark |
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The Art Of Headhunting
Chop, chop, chop off comes the head I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe The art of headhunting Hack, hack, hack the sound of the axe bone-splitting force separates head from neck run for your life, run for your life spine splits in half as your neck bone now cracks Meat to rot from the corpse maggots feed as you decompose I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul The art of headhunting Chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul |
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I take chances thinking of death
i really just wish for it if it came today i'd kneel down and ask would you take my soul away? take it away, would you take my soul? take it away... it comes down to this simple fact life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end it seems like the end every day it seems like the end and i don't want to pray for forgiveness or for strength just gonna end this miserable life it comes down to this simple fact life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide your intervenig it made me believe that i'm alive i'm not better off dead i'll take my chances i'm gonna live and turn the gun on you instead |
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chop, chop, chop
off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunder of the cannibal tribe the art of headhunting hack, hack, hack, the sound of the axe bone-splitting force seperates head from neck run for your life, run for your life spine splits in half as your neckbone now cracks meat to rot from the corpse maggots feed as you decompose I feed on the maggots and feed on your soul the art of headhunting chop, chop, chop, off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul |
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The knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped through
Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting It now engulfs you, the terror it builds too The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment Pools of blood drip from your carcass Open wounds cleaned with your piss In feces i drown you choke on the filth of you Your skin is smeared with shit the knife cuts into it Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment Pools of blood drip from your carcass Open wounds cleaned with your piss See the knife Cut your flesh Still alive But decapitated Headless stump Buried deep Severed legs and arms And pulled out teeth Fingers cut off And toes too Left in water electrocute From eye sockets blood does shoot Gangrene is fed to you The nightmares have come true, A violent death is upon you The pigs will never find you Ill scatter the pieces of you Flesh and skin is removed Every bone, every bone in your body is smashed |
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