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This is your end...
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The concoction, is it poison or is it life?
A mortal struggle, philosophic melancholy
A quest, belonging with existence savor
Running away, from your self portrait cadaver
Longing to forever be,
Sapling to life’s tree
Selfishness
Black and white definition.
Prolonging generation’s pain
Hate coursing through my black veins
Your fear of death
Is Truly pathetic
No ability to stand tall
Spineless, yet full of gall
Your quest to remain the same
Injection into your black veins
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3 - Venomous Tentacles
08:05
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On the Graves of children
My delight
Death of your offspring
The little bastards
They rot
Seeds of waste
It is time to dispose
Vermin rats of your loins
On the graves of children
Parentalcide Neural
Divine wish, our future
Our lives can begin
Dead
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6 - Genocidal Altruist
02:41
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My Mission, so simple,
Rid this festering planet full of people
Eliminate each and every
Dominate unto the purest butchery
Deaths hand lingers
Cruel and without relent
Behold,
The incarnation of the malcontent
Suffering
The ultimate definition of equality
Severed
Dominate unto the purest butchery
Razors slice, ammunition drops
Over and over, their motions stop
Now bathed in their insides,
I finally and truly feel alive
This is my mission….
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In the cave, he who dwells
Eyes the fury of hell
Constant Ostracation
His is Unknown motivation
Mystery to the everyday man
Those, who he cannot stand
This is why exists, recluse
Rather be alone, than with any of you
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8. |
8 - Of Lye and Victory
06:08
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On the hillside
Steeped in ruin
Awaiting the moment
Of our enemy’s demise
Crucial, Strategic
Barbaric warfare
Preemptive, despicable
Glorious crimes of war
This is our moment, our brutal conquest begins
Daggers drawn
Archers prepped
Fires lit
Sorcerers conjure
The echoing sound
Of rigid imperfect
Sharpening steel
Jaws clenched
Gritting enamel
Vascular
Weapons clenched
Rage is drawn
We are ready
No one will remain
Pure anticipation
Bloodlust supreme
All preparations
Finally made
We can wait no longer
We itch for death
This is an end
Of one or another
We march
To hope for theirs
In the air, stench
Of lye and Victory
Entrenched archers, launching the flame
Genocide atrocious will never be the same
Killing and running and burning and maimed
Thus our gain, With every scum that is slain
Launched boulders crush men into fine red mist
They're Killed with anything, including curled fist
Axes cut defenders in half rather swift
At this point, obviously no point to resist
With men on fire, sliced, and crushed to death
And only handfuls of coward surrendering left
On their knees, renouncing their mighty crest
They know its the passing of their final breath
Remaining are crucified, a holy sight to see
Now their realm is controlled by our monarchy
And all that is left of our enemy, mighty
Is the putrid stench of lye and victory
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Insolent Mammals
Bewildered, no purpose
True uselessness
Blueprints for consumption
Where is the intelligent design?
I show thee, not here
The only real equality
Is that nobody matters
Dust into the wind
Keep tally of your sins
Purgatory Planescape
Where gods toil and rape
Malignant in utero
Aborted, and so beautiful
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10 - Ashes
02:25
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Body piles, our duty to dispose
Following orders, of our commanders
Hushed to secrecy
This, our duty
Our hands
Red and grey
Forever haunted
Forever dead
We fill the pits, set them on fire
Twinkling from flame, into the spire
We in disgust, of the mire
In the prospect of this hate desire
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11 - Crytpic Cynic
02:55
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Retrogain upon the flame
Gasoline perpetual remain
insight into the gain
Ripped dead
Situation conjuration
Sensation acidification
Putrid and rotted
Killed now
Rot
Raped menstruating
Blood wing gating
I have towels
Raped raw
Fatal intral tap
Medial lyric gap
I dont care
Fuck this
Sub genre cliche
Unpronounceable names
Im so tired
Of this shit
Mash syllables
Diminish meaning
This was raw
Now a scene
We were feared
Now its on reddit
Now the best time
To end it
Every band sounds the same
For fame, sounding the same
Im so tired
Of hearing about moons
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12 - Coprse Corps
01:33
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13 - Finally, Their Doom
04:57
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We on the hillside
Overlook our enemy
Helpless outnumbered
Now is our chance
Foretold Opportunity
There is no moment
But this,
Second of pure blood shed
The bodies pile
As high as our murderous outrage
Spears and lances
Drive with force unseen
By any other battlefield
We, the bringers of death
The commencement
Of crimson victory
Finally, their doom
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14. |
14 - Gutterchild
02:21
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