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Go against the ways and experience pain
Leading a life which one might call insane
Bathe in the blood of the one you killed
Slaughter to survive, your needs are fulfilled
Using horrid waste
Some of them will taste
Removing deadly disease
With such primitive ease
Cannibals practising the art of butchery
Emotions don't exist, pain you can't resist
Primitive ways
Conducting ceremonies to meet the ancient ones
While having an outer body experience
Celebrate the kill of the day
Then walk among the guts of the fallen prey
Using horrid waste
Some of them will taste
Removing deadly disease
With such primitive ease
Cannibals practising the art of butchery
Emotions don't exist, pain you can't resist
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I am lost, far from the cross you stand before
Filled with lust, we are all filled with lust
Impale your flesh, draped in darkness
Your guts explode and life has ceased behind your eyes
Impalement
And before
Live no more
Live no more
Overcome by fever, malevolent disgrace
Wretching with repulsion, bleeding from the eyes
Fester with redemption, your blood begins to clot
Clogging the corpulses in your mind
(Ignoring the pretension, wallow in the rot)
Seven lives have come and gone
The first and the last, and what are we even here for?
Some twisted, mindless game?
Or is God just playing tricks upon my brain?
The birth of death begins
With your life it ends
My world emmersed in hate
Destroy what I create
Defecate, choke on my shit
Urinate, drown in my piss
Godless, hater of the world
Your mind, dwells on the absurd
As I contemplate your horrible demise
Blood streams down your face, drained, drained of life
I am lost, far from the cross you stand before
Filled with lust, we are all filled with lust
Impalement
And before
Live no more
Live no more
Overcome by fever, malevolent disgrace
Wretched with repulsion, bleeding from the eyes
Fester with redemption, your blood begins to clot
The birth of death begins
With your life it ends
My world immersed in hate
Destroy what I create
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Exhume the wretched body from its timeless slumber
Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside
A maggot-infected corpse stares dismal
Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass
These ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans
The infertile soil infecting the crypts
Of the once deceased bodies not through decomposition
Ending their peace, their chances of hell
A vomit-type substance is formed from its innards
A feathering slims that reveals inside
The substance erupts and its stomach bursts open
Forced down your throat to regurgitate life
Force of the dead ending the one they defied, corrupted
Chosen in pain end in the words of the rain
Killing the substance of the dead I am your pain, your fire
Incensed by the ones that dead out of the rain
Most of the dead that sustained out of the pain your fire
Incensed the ones that the dead out of your reign
Forces the pain enter the way that the void corrupted
Chosen at birth of course the rain and the fire you'll see
Out of the chosen enter the one that the fire the pain
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