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Modern Meat Grinder
04:11
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The vacant throne, deceiving
Lemmings tow the line
Conclaves left to seethe
Drinking deep their tainted wine
They reek of dread
Their ledgers dripping red
Ever set on the path of envy
Nether-Realm with no tears shed
They wouldn’t lie to you
Only they know the truth
Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder
If they were pure the steel would stall
Relish their screams of anguish
As their transgression vanquished
And take your place amongst the thralls
Abject apathy for the ones who should not be
Dehumanization does not apply to the enemy
Paragons of old, there is no doubt they stow
Some secret vile scripts, only our lathe can fix
They wouldn’t lie to you
Only they know the truth
Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder
Had they been pure the steel would stall
Relish their screams of anguish
As their transgression vanquished
And take your place amongst the thralls
Another gone,
No one objects
The noose is taut
Now who is next?
Who is next
It could be you it could be me
A modern crucible of enmity
They wouldn’t lie to you
Only they know the truth
Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder
Had they been pure the steel would stall
Relish their screams of anguish
As their transgression vanquished
And take your place amongst the thralls
Behold, the Modern Meat Grinder
A sin means death no matter how small
Just hope in throes of bloodshed
You won’t be chosen instead
No blending in amongst the thralls
Another gone,
No one objects
The noose is taut
Now who is next?
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2. |
Patriarch
04:21
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Our tale begins in woe
A sire haunted by the status quo
Conjuring, summoning
Meddling with arcane forces, he could not resist
The father writing in agony
Pleading to his son
Begging for death and mutilation
His wish obliged with utmost glee
A dire omen of the killing yet to be
“Now don your blackened hoods
Bind your mouth and eyes
Tether the rope taut, we disembark
Heed your patriarch”
His fathers soul speaking through his pursed lips
Begging them to kick the chair
Tearing nails off their fingertips
He’s caressing the crevices hewn on the boards
The flesh is cold
Biting through their tongue, the deal is done
Adorned in gore
His carnal goal, to drag them to hell
“Now don your blackened hoods
Bind your mouth and eyes
Tether the rope taut, we disembark
Heed your patriarch”
Revel by his side
Driven down towards the Everdark
The Ritual complete ‘neath altars of blood
In throes of deceit, compelled in pain
Suffer your patriarch
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3. |
Hellbound
04:19
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We the sorrow few that languish in the graces of divinity
Forbidden from the promise of infinity
Extricated souls, their eternal fetters ripped
Rejecting the immoral trinity
Bring unto me the vulgar spawn
Behold, foul devotees
We are Hellbound
We aberrant spectres roaming free from tethers to society
Reveling in the depravity
The looming shadow, cloaking of the deepest moral guilt
Unashamed of the blood we’ve spilled
Voraciously devouring
Pragmatically scouring the earth to feed our lust
Our heathen creed, pledged unto thee
Worshiping the altar of disgust
Bring unto me the vulgar spawn
Behold, foul devotees
We are Hellbound
Fall prey to malice,
With no avail primordial sin prevails
For the Hellbound concern not themselves
With the futile whims of the crowned
We believe the hellish flames set us free
We believe death is the only guarantee
With a world doomed to decay
Living through a misanthropic pall
Nihilistic tendencies are quick to ease the pain
Rotting souls, generating thralls
We believe the hellish flames set us free
We the sorrow few that languish in the graces of divinity
Forbidden from the promise of infinity
Extricated souls, their eternal fetters ripped
Rejecting the immoral trinity
Bring unto me the vulgar spawn
Behold, foul devotees
We are Hellbound
Fall prey to malice,
With no avail primordial sin prevails
For the Hellbound concern not themselves
With the futile whims of the crowned
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4. |
Purified by Gore
04:31
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Brought forth from our ruin, our Saviour from on high
Mandated to cleanse our sins and prophesized to die
Betrayed by his flock, mocked as he walks
Martyred on the cross for naught
He died bathed in blood
Plunged through an infernal myre, His skin and fat bubbling from the fire
Bestowed with unfettered scorn of His putrid human kin
Salacious offering of women feigning lust for Him
He begs release from pain as they hack His cock with chains
Reject the son of God
Seduced by sin, a fraud
Divine decree reversed
Our Christ, the whore
Purified by Gore
Betrayed
Now our sullen slave
Unholy torrid soul, called upon by death’s decay
Thy hallow decadence, blight that lead to ignorance
He can now see that hellish deeds will set him free
Granting inverted prayers, spreading cancer and killing heirs
The Nether Nazarene baptised in blood and fear
Undoing God’s design, raping priests and holy swine
Our necro saviour has arrived, to end His own bloodline
The gospel malicious, the creed surreptitious
Revelling in misery of all who claim piety
It was their fault, they harnessed hate
Now the sacred will rue their cursed fate
Reject the son of God
Seduced by sin, a fraud
Divine decree reversed
Our Christ, the whore
Purified by Gore
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Phantom Sepulchre
03:33
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Cenotaph, buried tomb
A monolith to memories we dare not exhume
Using woe as leverage, complete cerebral hemorrhage
Weak appeals to the soul
Nevermind the damage, righteous rite of passage
Fervorously we condole
Deceivers, sociopathic, obscure is the creed
Phantom Sepulchre
Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn
Spectral memorial
Reveler of pain, of who remain forlorn
Carnage on a rumor, ritual most peculiar
Betraying our sense of mercy
Alienating, prideful baiting, caste upon caste
Horrifically inhumane
Believers psychopathic, obscure is their creed
Phantom Sepulchre
Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn
Spectral memorial
Reveler of pain of who remain forlorn
Cenotaph, buried tomb
A monolith to memories we dare not exhume
Cenotaph, a devout disgrace of pseudo-wrath
Deceivers, sociopathic, on guilt do they feed
Phantom Sepulchre
Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn
Spectral memorial
Reveler of pain of who remain forlorn
Phantom Sepulchre
Time marred the primordial sin,
The wounds coalesce and feign scars on the skin
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6. |
Gripped by the Grave
04:02
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Whirring haze befog my eyes
Errantly, I did not die
‘Neath the oceanic moon, where cetacean corpses are laid hewn
The creature pierced my skin, infused by its venom, in hell I live
I don't belong amongst the living anymore
A walking wretch of rotting flesh and bone
Kissed by the Irukandji, licked by unholy flame
Total envelopment of a deep necrotic shame
My time in purgatory undone with surgery
Alas, the Irukandji forever charred its mark on me
Alive on borrowed time
Restore to order declined
Early return I crave
Utterly Gripped by the Grave
In death’s embrace, a soothing calm, infernal grace
It’s clear to me I cannot be alive, this calamity I will rectify
I can’t resist dragging a scalpel through my wrist
Toxins encouraging the agony
Kissed by the Irukandji, licked by unholy flame
Total envelopment of a deep necrotic shame
My time in purgatory undone with surgery
Alas, the Irukandji forever charred its mark on me
Enthralled by death, revert my life
For Errantly, I did not die
Alive on borrowed time
Restore to order declined
Early return I crave
Utterly Gripped by the Grave
Alive on borrowed time
A searing clarity, necrotic design
Bestow me with decay
Utterly Gripped by the Grave
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7. |
Carnificial
03:56
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Grand the extinction
Necrophilous
Random and ruthless
A heinous exhibit of death
Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering
Wreathed in blood and viscera
Pogrom, a ritual to severing
Millions of corpses, joined as one
Hellbound
Behold the judgment, writhe as they wail
Kin folded backward, bloodless and pale
Crimson, the soil
Cadaverous
Red flowing decadence, in a word they are
Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering
Wreathed in blood and viscera
Pogrom, a ritual to severing
Millions of corpses, joined as one
Hellbound
Abyssal dominion, twisted by flame
Nourishing pyres fueled by decay
Districts of torment, hideously flayed
The carnage of man, a terminal disdain
Behold the barrow, brimming with rot
Their lives and their culture, all was for naught
Languished existence
Torturous
Wretched thralls, eternal curse to be
Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering
Wreathed in blood and viscera
Pogrom, a ritual to severing
Millions of corpses, joined as one
Hellbound
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8. |
Beyond the Mortal Veil
05:13
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Salvation claims to remain
The chaos of a cursed domain
Termination, God’s creation of pain
To sever the cycle, heresy
Bare your soul,
Relish the empyrean flow
Beyond the Mortal Veil, our darkened voices cast
Conjuring shadows of epitaphs
Hymns of desperation, a loss of life so vast
Yet the undying scorches a path home
Reading from the tome
Hellish incantations, a script and cadence that denotes a throne
Drained of they noumenon
The carnal need, for tyranny
Virulent, pathetic devotee
Unhallowed recital and darkest of dreams
Their lost souls, yearn to join our heathen flow
Beyond the Mortal Veil, our darkened voices cast
Conjuring shadows of epitaphs
Hymns of desperation, a loss of life so vast
Yet the undying scorches a path home
Tongueless void, ever near
Diaphanous, we summon you home
Reading from the tome
Hellish incantations
A fervorous and naught forgotten throne
Ultra Umbru
Velum Mortalem
Canticum Multa
Sonus Aeternam
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