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Shadow Of The Crucifix
02:59
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A celibacy cover-up
To remain pure within their guise
You gather at the chapel
Where your tears stream and eyes gone dry
From a figure so sly with arms wide open
A truth not told, a secret not spoken
Vicars bastards sin after sin
Piled up bodies in the shadow of the crucifix
Hallowed grounds, loose soil, salted earth around its walls
Sons and daughters in an unmarked grave
Lust for the man in black, and defiance of your faith
Faint cries below your feet, the dirt shifts as the children crawl
No one dare speak that they’ve fucked a man of God
They’ll call it immaculate conception and throw it in the yard
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Satanic Panic
02:33
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Considered to be golden
A child of no concern
Looking for an outlet of your aggression
In search of that song to be heard
Hair stands on end from a dissonant hymn
Touched of power and your future opens wide
Taken down from your pedestal
Now considered the antichrist
Demonic embrace, Leather bound
Looks of disgust in your surrounds
Satanic Panic
Outcast, Displace
Your passion they scorn
A righteous attack
Protesting morals
Elders praying it’s just a phase
An that you’ll see the light
And break these chains!
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Taste The Blood
03:06
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The hunter!
The hunted!
Enter the lion’s den
Flush the ghosts of sacred land
Wielding steal to maim and kill
Into the fray
Your sanity decays
A green inferno
That’ll you astray
Disorientation, jungle consumes
Claustrophobia, closing in on you
A gruesome display
Bones pave the way
Brought to the boil
The cauldron awaits
Ambushed disarmed, Bound legs and arms
Strung up and bled, Butchered and fed
Bleeding from mouth to the soil
The full circle
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Drop Of The Blade
04:00
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The people have spoken it’s an eye for an eye
The ultimate price you’ll pay
Huddled in masses, in the city streets
Blood thirst on a summers day
A guillotine hangs high, for this sadistic show
Raped and tortured
Garrotte and bruised
Haunting sight burnt into the eyes of two
You take her corpse to the moor at night
There she’ll lay, out of mind and out of sight
Now you’re sentenced to die!
Roaring cheer in your final moments
Your death put on display
Drop of the blade, A severed head
A split second is all it’ll be
Slice through its victims, may your head roll
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The Reaper
02:46
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Your dying breath has led me here
Eyes of horror piercing through
In fear of what is, and what’s to come, time shall tell
For you shall see the dark, before you see the light
Take my hand, submit your soul
For there’s nothing left for you here
Except oblivion, Eternal unrest
Apparition for endless year
Reaching grasp, in a fit of panic
Cower to the shadow as it creeps
Prepare the ritual, slice the flesh
Masochistic pleasure as your weep
For I am the end
The reaper
The angel of death that has been cast down to you
For I am the end
The reaper
I hold the key between life and death
what will you choose?
Tearing to ecstasy
The sprit expels
Will the pit or the heavens
Heed your name
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Nothing Left To Waste
02:53
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Fresh Meat on Hooks
Wheeled out by the butchers
Behind the walls
vultures circle the offerings
Fighting for Survival
A free for all
Scattered remains left behind,
The machine begins to cease
It squeals for meat, Malefactors form a line,
Cast into the grinder, So they can feed
Cannibalistic Terror
As they scurry through the guts
Holding on to what they need
As their licking up the blood
The weak stand outside the fray
Nothing but skin and bone
Sick and lifeless creatures
To be an offering to then all
Nothing left to waste
An every loss a gain
Their stripped until erased
The taste of life returns
Nothing left to waste
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Decay
03:06
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The king of this day
Decay
Reached your limitations
There’s no going back
No, No room to move
Is this it? Are you not fulfilled?
Look out, for recognition
Before your time is up
For soon you’ll fade away, and decay!
The illusion of appeasement
Reality, devoid
Detached from this world
Burn your bridges and shut us out
Dragging your knuckles, rings spark the stone
A name of no value, a memory not shown
Sinking to this abyss
An egomaniac we’d hate to miss
Stepping on heads to get where you are
Wretches to riches
Scum to scum
Crown corrosion where these halls gone dark
King of this day
Decay
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Sentinels Of Heresy
02:56
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Intruders of tranquillity
Their cross held high
Crusaders from the unknown
Birthed from fire
Unaware of your self destruction
We don’t need your god, no slaves, no masters
Deliver us all from evil
Bloody tomes with poison text
That plagued the world as you worship death
Deliver us all from evil
Nails from Christ to casket
a spurn of sovereignty
Sentinels arise!
Dust to dust, End of lies
Blind Ignorance caused your demise
Martyrs scream that turn to silence
There’s not a glimmer of hope
An your beliefs are the end result
No faith will extinguish
A scorched earth
Apostles will immolate
Leaving no stone unturned
A taste of your self destruction
It’s a testament to, our end, your rapture
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Mass Grave
03:10
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Engulfed in the torture
of a man made hell
Corpses fill the trenches
Black smoke and putrid smell
Flayed by fire
Scorched to the bone
Death from above
The dead lay below
In this Mass Grave
Screams of pain
Skulls shatter
Like panes of glass
Liquidation
Into puddles of puss
Choke on the gases
From the burning heap
Watch them all struggle
Struggle to breath
Toxic rot
Flame fuel nausea
The carrion flock
To feast on the valley of death
Stripping flesh from these victims of war
Fading away those who fall
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Internal Torment
03:05
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Eating me like a parasite
Draining day by day
Will I return to normality?
Or will I always be this way?
Struggle to move or speak
Crippling chaos within
Internal Torment
Think about death
Resolve the hell
A burden, a pest
No farewells
My minds running around in circles
Talking to myself
Alone in the dark
A tunnel with no end
Reflection through cracked mirror
A sign of my ills
I’ll face my demons
And this void to fill
It’s grip holds tight
Turns my head around
This internal torment
Where my life is bound
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