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The pain that runs through your veins
The metal that’s on your soul
Piercing through your fucking brain
Twisting your reality
Through the gates of hell itself
You shall find evil rituals
Demons coming closer now
Towards the infernal cults
Drums made up form hellish flames
Guitars from demonic source
Bass guitar form the underworld
I’m the voice that tear you up
Marching through the deepest mist
You shall find the deities
Listening very carefully
Otherworldly melodies
Through the gates of hell itself
You’ll remember all these words
This is the beginning of…
Of life and it’s horrid truths
The pain that runs through your veins
The metal that’s on your soul
Piercing through your fucking brain
Twisting your reality
Through the gates of hell itself
You shall find evil rituals
Demons coming closer now
Towards the infernal cults
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Conarium
04:00
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On the threshold
Where everyone finds their being
It's the awakening
That every mortal should find
Is the end
Strange purpose that wraps my being
Murder
Exciting desire anchored in my temple
In the abyss
Where your dreams try to emerge
There you are
Gloomy, deformed like an abnormal being
What are you waiting for?
Give your cheek like Jesus did?
Bullshit!
The pride of a man is not humiliation
In your hands
Is the destiny
Master of destruction
Emerging
Of martyrdom
I’m coming at your brain
A soup
Of intestines
I prepare in your stomach
While
You're still alive
In your eyes I pour acid
On the threshold
Where everyone finds their being
It's the awakening
That every mortal should find
Is the end
Strange purpose that wraps my being
Murder
Exciting desire anchored in my temple
In the abyss
Where your dreams try to emerge
There you are
Gloomy, deformed like an abnormal being
What are you waiting for?
Give your cheek like Jesus did?
Bullshit!
The pride of a man is not humiliation
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Undead’s Resurrection
02:57
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In the darkness of the world where not even God could see
A sick madman raped his poor wife
A stinky corpse, pus and blood everywhere
Regardless of God's law
He created a new being
A wandering fucking breed
Pus and blood from the flesh
In the darkness of the world where not even God could see
A sick madman raped his poor wife
A stinky corpse, pus and blood everywhere
You’ll be a meat brochette
Of rotten fucking flesh
Your heart that pumps the blood
Is the one that gives you away
The infected began to run
Death accompanies you
They’re crossing down the street
With their insides hanging out
Regardless of God's law
He created a new being
A wandering fucking breed
Pus and blood from the flesh
In the darkness of the world where not even God could see
A sick madman raped his poor wife
A stinky corpse, pus and blood everywhere
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Assembled like a coil, a component of a circuit
We advance blind for seeing too much
Mechanical network, human garbage
Experience solid and empty tissue damage
Living joint, extreme fluid
You look different? Maybe you are
Break every circuit with excessive unstable power
Fill the core until it explodes like an electromagnetic pulse
Become indecipherable burning your flesh until dusk
We are the engine that moves the wind
We are all the shit that break the gears
We are the problem, the solution and the lie
We are the collective thought that fills us with repudiation, excess and monotony
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5. |
Mental Putrefaction
03:14
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Obscure and sick thoughts
They took over my own mind
Unconsciously
Can’t control them anymore
They just stalk me at night
Ready to fucking haunt
Your begotten body
Seeking to annihilate you
Hate and blood corrode my mind
Sickening mind
Hate and blood fill my hysteria
Darkened thoughts
Hundreds of corpses
Rotten on the ground
Impregnate my skin
I open my eyes
And I see guts
Hanging from above
Obscure and sick thoughts
They took over my own mind
Unconsciously
Can’t control them anymore
They just stalk me at night
Ready to fucking haunt
Your begotten body
Seeking to annihilate you
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Excerebration through the nostrils
Using an iron hook
With a ritual knife he opened
The left side of my body
He removed my internal organs
Separately he embalmed them
Minus the main one
The heart, reason & instinct
Within seventy days
The rituals protect me
While my inert body
Lies in the 'Per Wabet'
Covered with natron
To deidrate my body
With slime, sawdust & Nile mud
I was filled along with spices
Using linen bandages
One by one were wrapped
My fingers and limbs
With ritual amulets
Beetle over the chest
Protecting the intellect
Remaining almost nothing, it’s true
For the Ka’s reactivation
For the Ka’s reactivation
While my body laid asleep
Text of the Book of the Dead
Placed between my bandages
Wearing a mask of the God Anubis
The priest performed enchantments
We put the perfume of the East
To make your smell perfect
And to follow the smell of God
We bring you the liquids that come from Ra
To make your smell perfect
In the Hall of Judgment
While my body laid asleep
While my body laid asleep
Text of the Book of the Dead
Placed between my bandages
The most important of all
Beetle over the chest
The 'Wedjat' eyes of Horus
The 'Djed' pillars of Osiris
The 'Tyet' knots of Isis
The four sons of Horus
The protective Gods
Of the internal organs
While my body laid asleep
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7. |
Humiliated, Mutilated
03:37
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Back and forth sound of guts saturating vocal crackles
Imposing cursed ideas among abnormal tastes
They stagger incipiently molding their cervical spine
Distempering your motive, imposing my own truth
Lack of self-identity
The subdued tumult under the spill
A connective tissue, pus and blood
My drive dominates every thinking human being
The Gods spill celestial anomalies
Horrors before the beginning of time
Unnatural, visceral
Inherent of all sanity, my signals shall be dictated
Back and forth sound of guts saturating vocal crackles
Imposing cursed ideas among abnormal tastes
They stagger incipiently molding their cervical spine
Distempering your motive, imposing my own truth
Lack of self-identity
The subdued tumult under the spill
A connective tissue, pus and blood
My drive dominates every thinking human being
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8. |
I Kill For Lust
03:54
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Deformed and sick birth
His father thus marked his sentence
Damn the victim as an offender
Your killer is at my table
Social excrement wandering the streets
I'm a the murderer of murderers
Like my mother's killer
Twenty-two stabbing at the fucking assassin of my own father
Opening his chest with a knife
Removing the heart, blood and oblivion
I kill for pleasure
I kill for revenge
I kill for lust
I kill because nobody else will do what I can do
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