: Suicidal preacher hangs himself Unfaithful servant goes straight to hell When he returns, your life will end Down from the skies maggots descend Least
: With chainsaw in hand Your death I demand Slicing through your fat My awaited gore attack Manipulating lies Is your way of life Riding on cheap glory
: In your dreams The pain is so real Before the dead You'll have to kneel Hear your future screams See your epitaph As you scream The dead they laugh
: Massacred, hacked to death, my revenge Slicing deep, into your flesh, the pain intense Dreams of hate, misery, fill my mind Puke in your face in disgust
: Out to find the truth Behind the myth of Man eating man Finding bodies tied Up to a stake You cannot understand Filled with ignorance You watch them
: [BONUS TRACK]
: [BONUS TRACK] Mangled bodies falling from the sky Grotesque mutation ripping out your eyes Now a corpses slave you'll learn to rot A life of endless
tell Dripping from your mouth comes a rancid smell Lobotomised corpse shredding your flesh Leaving your body a bloody mess Scream bloody gore Scream
: Under command a new-born child Submerged in blood, the dead they smile Growing possessed, burning inside A bloody feast for us tonight The way of
: Trapped inside a life which is not yours Spirits within causing terror, fear and darkness Evil dead Evil dead Voice speaks out, all will die tonight
: I remember the day When this mess all started, We hated the world All mentally retarded It feels like yesterday Or just some minutes ago Their fake
: I'm walking on the dark ice of the North The end of my journey is near Every step is a wound While dust is my death bed The white sun Is touching
: Trembling in pain You're suffering Heavy rattle Asphalt is burning Your feet sinking In the dark Blood Streaming blood You're dying And you know it
: Shadows, fog Sign of the fall A dwarf, a face-a monster Without form You, son of void Eyes in decay The dust in throbbing With dead life Forgotten
: How quickly seconds fly Pendulum in my hands A mutant In hopeless desperation I know that's my last day The day when my world will be gone Horizon
: Sick mind with no past Blends all days into eternal light A sick face A sick mind A shadow of tomorrow Maybe it's me A prisoner with a shavel head
: Sound of alarm Played On dried bones By the wind Cacophony of hollow sounds All lost in empty skulls And craters only Will remain Unhealed by life
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