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Death's Desecration
01:37
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N/A
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2. |
Casketborn
04:05
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Shackled alive, tip-toed through silence and held in still life
How coldly you rest in the luminescence of Eden's glow
A reflection of porcelain skin now casts the vilest of white
My silent child, you mustn’t shutter an inch, mustn’t utter a weep
Black eyes, insidious, the maggots writhe
The rigor mortis has stiffened your shell deeming you hollow inside
No longer my pride, how shortly I held you as mine in annulled time
You are staining the underside
And now the time hath come
The dawning hour upon us
Dull, vacant eyes, bear witness to my cruelty
Oh lord, on trembling knees, I exhale the last, and command us both to sleep
For now you see
Who was led astray from light to rattle empty
For now you'll cry, a mass rot black devoid of eyes
For now you see, a gift from God hath returned to thee
What stolen life you have removed from me
Fuck this hide
Fuck this rancid hide
There was never anything inside
Maggots and lactic fluids preferred to what God denied
How coldly he lied
A mother blessed with the greatest gift
Grasped away, breath set - aside
You never even tried
For you are merely a shell, uterine wide, solidified
Adhuc peur meus
Et nunc est tempus ad requiem
Animas domus atra praecepti tibi
Et ego sequar vos
My still child
The time for rest is nigh
Foul great fires have called you home
And I will follow you down
My still child
The time for rest is now
On trembling knees, I exhale the last
And command us both to sleep
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3. |
Deceiving Hades
05:21
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I am bearer
The architect of disease
I am the namesake of sickly script once spoken
The old one, I have witnessed eons slip away
The ancient mind dwindles ever further into decay
Ensnared, there can be no death for the author
Lurking the ever-barren plains, so long before the birth of light
I am paling towards lunacy
Within a blink, the birth of creation
The bastard mutation now blindly acts and breeds
The earthen gift; deflowered and bled by their own hand
Humanity lives on borrowed time
Alas I’ll wait with ever-bated breath
Frailty in their being
A game most fruitless, they race to ashen grave
The pitch and cinders you will soon call your home
Sickness in their marrow
I am beginning and so shall be the bitter end
Upon the sour rotting rind of the once fertile mother
Such agony your kind bestows
In her weeping wake, no penance would keep you here alive
The final dawn shall be ushered at my will
And mankind must blindly greet its end
Within the fire, humanity so lowly lays their head
Blistering hand in hand, before the drawing curtain
At the horizon they stand, mouth ajar
Trembling, humanity can only avert their eyes
For they have poisoned her streams, spread cancer upon her breeze
Most sickly hubris shall render all earthen life erased
Eden was never within your grasp
So now you’ll burn
To carbon and dust you may now return
In her absolution, so softly your ash falls to earth in silence
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4. |
Exhume
03:49
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Porcelain
Disease grows
From the dirt, shadows cast on dying light
Sacrifice
Dormant life
Lift your head, rise, rise
With an inhumane injection, your eyes open wide
Lungs collapse then fill with a harrowing cry
Convulsions feeding ecstasy, screams ring divine
Rise from the dead, rise
O ye, pale one, ye O’ meager faith
Florescence merely glistens off intravenous affixed in place
Oh once stiffened, now how your fluids course
Your corpse exhumed to breath again, for I am your God, “Reborn”
How curious the fingernails persist to grow
Rigid and rigor, through centuries bestowed
How curious the knell seems to silently sound
Your feeble bones sing the most grating rounds
It's nothing short of profound; I can't help but smile my child
O ye, cold one, ye O' fleeting faith
Your filth-coated sheets unwilling separate of fetid flesh, plucked from the earth aborted one
No longer sentenced to your stiff absolution
With great pleasure, at last we have met
Your static gaze, through cataract obstruction
I shall teach you to walk again
Yet, you are nothing to me
Just festering cavities of cancerous malady
Tepid holes to be torn open phallically
Your flesh to savor lustfully, your gold to swipe perpetually
With an inhumane injection, your eyes shift abound
Lungs collapse and fill with a fluidic brown
Convulsions turn to shock as your brain surely drowns
You're as dead as the weed I had torn from the ground
Rigor returns, your chest locks, I've miscarried you son
O ye, pale one, I’ve relished in your fetor
No God could squander such fortune
In hatred, eternally we will rot
Rot
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5. |
Termination of Swine
01:42
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Fast approaches our first light
A celestial progeny in desperation
Home soil hollow, barren mother; dour, slips again
Twisting in spasm to resurface
Ill gasps of no avail
Henceforth, forevermore, we the fathers breeding genesis
Heed our sickly lessons dwelling deep in hearts of pitch
A pariah meets the slate
Incisions slit wide for exsanguination's sake
The flesh is propped, affixed with nails betwixt the brain
Into this soil, pitch is drained
Forever-soured lands to tart rusting remains
The flesh's fall; our kin's unending gain
Forevermore, the fathers will beget deceit and pain
This breed of burden coils the fucking drain
Asphyxiate
Henceforth
We the fathers
Breeding
Hominal termination
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6. |
Bughuul
04:25
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Into my jaws, gnashing teeth frantically tear away
At infantile flesh of lifeless slender specimen
A perfect bairn to quench this never-waning thirst of mine
Seed of humanity bequeathed now as if rats unto the piper
Long I’ve remained impatient to this human disease
Aged scripture hath spoken of my return
Alas, the ingestion of prepubescent spawn doth begin again
I’m to feast of juvenile human babe, leading all children so much astray
Across barren pasture, they grasp my outstretched hand; so far removed they’ll remain
Oh, how the sheep will cry
Alas, the shepherd grows unhearing in this day
I unhinge my jaw, swallowing the child whole
I am harbinger of human grief, apex of earthen misery, incomparable
Ode to withered writ, pitch-blacken rites; to feast of budding long-pig
Out of the corner of the eye, mouth agape, humanity staring as the curtains drawn
An existence bleeding from the date of birth
The bastard ape yet myopic to their ashen way
My hands alone gift expiration to humanity
Now, filicide I will bare; my instinctual deathly modus operandi
Sons and daughters; ashes carried by the wind
Alas, the ingestion of prepubescent spawn doth begin again
I’m to feast of juvenile human babe, leading all children so much astray
Across barren pasture, they grasp my outstretched hand; so far removed they’ll remain
Oh, how the sheep will cry
Alas, the shepherd grows unfeeling in this day
I unhinge my jaw, swallowing the child whole
I am harbinger of human grief, apex of earthen misery, incomparable
Ode to withered writ, pitch blacken rites; to feast of budding long-pig
Out of the corner of the eye, mouth agape, humanity staring as the curtains drawn
The tender ligament sorely tears away
Squeals of the callow long pig; such laughably feeble naiveté
And to Moloch, baring ten thousand lesions, you need pay the lasting cost
My bloodless spawn, bereft of life, one by one now feast of morsels carved of your dying flesh
Clipped at birth, the human now deep within the grasp of generations ever-lost
The withered corpse of the ape stripped bare, a species fading dimmer sorely slips away
‘Til then I’ll feast
Feast
Feast
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7. |
The Hollow
02:12
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N/A
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8. |
Undying Glory - Seppuku
05:24
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Ascendance
The hills rise, shadows die
Silver peaks the eye, in fading light
Torches in hand, carry spoils of fallen commanders
Once known as kin, my brothers await in the life after death
A time for bloodshed, the dawn of honored rule
Till prideful death, without fault, Daimyo we abide
We shall not rest, shall feel no pain, nor fear of taking life
Ritual suicide of Bushido; honor in after life firmly kept
Upon the breeze, a whisper of forty thousand strong fast approaching
From the seas of east, putrid vermin salivating over our sacred lands
Under blessings of Nobori, my kin of ten thousand, hands affixing blade’s hilt, ever stand guard
We shall reclaim everything we’ve once lost
Distant fleets, fast, crest horizon
The signal fires have been lit
A roar of strange tongue growing ever nearer
We must prepare ourselves
Smoldering flames, to steel, shall meet
Ten thousand sparks mark your nearing defeat
Precision in mind, perfection at hand, steadfast, we men of stone
My loyal brothers fall at my side
Raised katana ever guards their pride
Beyond doubt, our oath ingrained in flesh
As for avengement; removal of the head
Never-ending generations of war befallen fast upon us
We the ghosts, forever unseen, within shadow, await to sever
Armored upon horseback, distant figures, fast, crest Kyushu
As roaring gallops greet the earth, dust from cloven hoof; growing ever thick atop the hillside
Drawing longbow, their shot is cast, bolts ablaze bending arc across arid sky
In hope’s slow death, our fate they firmly grasp; we are much outnumbered
Torrential rains have fallen
Clotted blood spill gracing muddied ground
Organs splayed, their bowels hanging limp from emptied gut
Burning bolts catch our rib cage; brothers are scorched alive
The feted stench of death hanging thick upon the air, rigor of lost kin set in
We are swiftly reduced to none, my nearing death now realized
Defeated upon my knees, I am to die, the vermin surrounding
Encircled, spears gaining ground toward my throat, bloodletting to begin
Turning inward, I feel my cold blade puncture the bowel
Twisting skyward, now offering the fatal tear
To my brothers in the life after death
I will stand in your presence once more
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