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Overture
00:52
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Waking amongst the devastation
Atrocity and degradation
The things you know, fire and ash
The things you’ve loved, are in the past
The mass destruction has scorched your flesh
A desperate thirst is all that is left
And as you plead the sky opens up
A vile blackness descending
And of this blackness you fill your cup
A desperate thirst, elixir of annihilation
Its all over now for those who drank it
You suffer the curse in self decay
If it only was what you had though it
You’d be full of guts that weren’t rotted
Blood flows from your eyes
Skin sloughs onto the ground
Curse comes well disguised
Realize how you die!
Rot on your knees
Cursing the sky
Of life you bleed
And then you die!
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Spine by Spine
04:38
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God smiles down upon his sheep
The shepherd reeks of sins of flesh
They take their places on their knees
Ejaculating he deems them blessed
Rarity among the abused
A sheep is turned, A wolf is born
The perversion of divinity, begat the deeds of brutal blasphemy
Spineless men deserve no spines
Their god died on the cross
So shall they all
Retribution
Spine by spine
Trophies of the deceased
Splinters in the cross
To summon vengeance, to take heart of grace
Forced upon the altar - laid to waste
To see a monster born of betrayed faith
Spineless corpses take the fathers’ place
Crushing skulls, purging spines
Bloodletting of the holy man
Men of god who fuck their sheep
Crushed by the left hand
There is no god on this plain
That is more real than death
No salvation or conciliation
Just wasted prayers of dying breath
God turns his back on the freak
The shepherd reeks of fear and sweat
He begs for mercy on his knees
To end this nightmare, he would be blessed
The wolf triumphant bears his teeth
And reaps the harvest of his vengeance
He tears the spine from the priest
Taking its place on the cross
Retribution
Spine by spine
Trophies of the deceased
Splinters in the cross
Retribution
Spine by spine
Monument of blasphemy
Martyrs of corruption
To see a monster born of betrayed faith
A monument of blasphemy
Spineless corpses take the fathers’ place
There is no god, on this plane
That is more real than death
No salvation or conciliation
Just wasted prayers of dying breath
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Cryostasis
04:24
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Lay me in this frigid cell
Malicious beings keep my body intact
A captive enemy
Forever to be entombed in ice
Below sub-zero, the mind is left only to slow decay
And as I count the days
I am filled with hate
I long to see the sun's rays
Beyond the walls I'm kept
I see their faces haunting me day by day
At the mercy of their icy possession
I sleep for too long
Lust for blood in frozen isolation
Madness sets in… in this cold
My only wish is to slay my tormentor
My blood begins to boil
The ice is growing weak
Slowly I rise from this tomb
To kill them all is my only dream
Their screams fill the halls
There is no mercy here
The blood stains the walls
The symptom of my torment
Cryostasis!
With my final feat of vengeance
My last victim takes his place in the ice
Below sub-zero, the mind left only to slow decay
And with my vengeance sweet, the madness deep within my soul subsides
And as I leave this place
I look upon the sun
In the deep freeze, no one hears you scream
Cryostasis leaves you cold
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Axe to Grind
04:40
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The sun has long forgotten your face
Entombed in my possession
With fading screams and drying bloodstains
I grow tired of my subject
What implement of sadistic intention
Will satisfy my bloodlust?
Crushing. Burning. All tools have their charm
My rapture is your suffering
I ponder what device will do this deed
And then a grisly answer comes to me:
I’ve got an axe to grind
And fate is calling
I’ve got an axe to grind
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I’ve got an axe to grind
And fate is calling me
I’ve got your head in mind
To meet its falling
Sparks fly as stone is turning
Ears pierced by sounds of grinding
The shape of your death forming
My heart beat like a war drum
The grip of steel in my hand
As my bloodlust fills me
Your eyes are filled with horror
Shrieking you beg for mercy
As if your god could hear you
I fucking swing the axe!
The blood flows from severed limb to cold floor
The sweetness of the carnage leaves me only wanting more
This sickness I embrace; it is all I need
The victims I shall claim are soon to meet my axe
Axe to grind
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6. |
Exile
02:05
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7. |
Got Your Goat
04:17
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Desertified ground
Once fertile now drowns
In endless sun – desolate.
Feckless transgression:
An absence of hope,
Led masses to indolence.
Blight of the failures
Of leaders did force
The might of the butcher's hand.
With nails encrusted in blood
The youth crowd the streets,
Clawing at vermin,
People need their meat.
It is preferred they have no spine.
A mortal caste akin to swine.
Captive hoards wither down in cells,
Quarantined, untouchable they dwell,
Longing for the final toll of knells,
The wrathless granted worthiness – at last!
“Those willing to feast upon the flesh of the wicked will inherit endemic Earth.”
Load up the old carts:
White lies through dark meat,
They will be sold.
Pull wool over the eyes,
Consume “caprine delight,”
Pretend it to be what you will.
The truth slinks down bone-dry drains
Along with sinewy clots,
All that's left is washed away
With open mouths to live another day.
Strength of starving minds
Magnified by power;
In the might of the butcher's hand
Have met their fateful match.
It is preferred they have no spine.
A mortal caste akin to swine.
“When the key from desperation is lodged in the gut of the enemy, call them bovine, call them caprine, call them “fit for consumption,” Grade A, Prime.”
Keep the truth
Lodged in stone.
Suck the fruit,
Chew the bone.
When the lie
Comes to light,
There are no wrongs
That triumph might.
Pay top-dollar, drool as you might,
Deny desire, hate what's so right,
Fried, basted, charcoal smoked,
Dowse the hunger flames did stoke,
All because I got your goat.
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8. |
731
05:05
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Negate the rights we adhere to their lives,
Sever the bond, enter the knives,
Remind oneself that they must reap the conquest of the call,
Take this laurel, wear it proud, and we will kill them all.
Deaf ears on disdained pleas,
This work will set us free.
Die for the rising sun,
At 731.
Vile infection we leave it to fester.
Biopsy begins as it incubates.
In a world of plagues the sky's the limit.
To us you are nothing but a log.
Afflicted subjects succumbing to psychoses
As I siphon strains from pestiferous blood.
Primal viral vectors, my hands on analyses,
Then harvest their organs one by one.
My greatest creation – it will be unleashed,
As a viral ticking time bomb dwelling in fleas.
Maim for humanity, revel in apathy
Lullaby – connective sinew soldered apart.
Knowledge, nobility, progress medicinally
Hush screaming soldier, don't you start.
By logging these victories numbered in agonies
Our brand new technology is state of the art,
I sew its right leg to left hip, my left brain unrestrained,
The future will shine, thanks to their pain we thrive.
Deaf ears on disdained pleas
This work will set us free
Die for the rising sun
At 731
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Ritual Heresy
04:08
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It’s an unmarked cemetery
Of desecrated flesh in purgatory
And the stench washing over me
Marks the stage of a thousand years of sacrifice
Casting down souls of the forsaken
Evoking gods of long forgotten
Tortured bodies and broken souls
Mummified the flesh to behold
At the bottom of the unseen
Gods that feast on depravity
To the order that possess me
I submit to ritual heresy
Desecrated in ignominy
Shadowed faces of the elite looming above
Pleading of the sacrifice heard by no one
It is coming closer to time for the feeding of infernal beasts
Sacrificed unto the bog
Hands bound and throat slit, broken, waiting for the forms to come
The favor of lost gods
In this unmarked cemetery
Of desecrated flesh in purgatory
I can’t speak of what I’ve seen
No forgiveness for turning from the Nazarene
Our tongues are bound, and so our souls
Slaves to the order
As I descend into the scourge
A mass of sphagnum in my body will engorge
At the bottom of the unseen
Gods that feast on depravity
To the order that possess me
I submit to ritual heresy
Desecrated in ignominy
Shadowed faces of the elite looming above
Pleading of the sacrifice heard by no one
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10. |
Pyres
03:57
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Bringing forth the calling in me
The vision I divine
Seeking freedom from flesh
Something more beyond the flesh I see
Calling it from hell
Disembody me
Bound whore
Broken vessel
Become pure
Suffer passage
I now see past the chains of man
Past the reach of god
A clairvoyant dream
Deaf are the ears these mortal prayers have reached
I no longer plead
Fuck this complex
Ashes to the earth, purifying flame
Burn in agony, suffering in silence
Masses of the weak, horrified they see
Exaltation!
Misery enthroned, savoring the pain
Salvation through the fire, infinite ascension
Pyres of the flesh, blessed for all to see
Immolation!!
Bound whore
Broken vessel
Become pure
Suffer passage
Deadened eyes looking up at me
Sunken faces of the deceased
Rotting and gone
Offerings of forsaken flesh
Mortar of kingdoms
Become pure
Freed by the flames of hell
Consumed
Pyres of the flesh
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Angel Grinder Boston, Massachusetts
Daniel Gordevich
Joseph Goldwater
Eden Rayz
Christopher Peter
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