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From Soiled Heart to Infected Tongue
Lost spoken hymns from mouth Divine.
Spoiled words from your ears to mine.
Bittersweet blood of the cancerous kind
Spilled ever flowing from my lips to thine.
Unforgotten lies acknowledged with a glance
Like love and hate locked in eternal dance.
Eye for an eye, hand in hand
Lost in the meaning of our own circumstance.
Backwards thought from a blackened abyss.
Evolved from ages devoid of bliss.
Searching for the meaning of why we exist.
Holy arrogance brought the final death kiss.
Succumbing to the notion of being led like a slave.
But believing in this ideology has led us to the grave.
Witnessing the coming of Judgment Day.
Wallowing in ignorance . . . we will not be saved.
From soiled heart to infected tongue
Detrimental catechesis has now begun.
From infected tongue to forsaken ears
Lies to be believed for years.
From soiled heart to infected tongue
Heaven’s long told fable is now being sung.
From infected tongue to corrupted mind
Dark empty shell is all we’ll find.
Centuries of morbid loyalty
Millions of unburied dead
Killed by the self-righteous
In the name of God
Spilling the blood of Man . . .
Why must we be forced this inheritance?
Why must we be choked by insignificance?
Our right to think was stolen right from birth.
Left to follow aimlessly about this earth.
Why must we swallow all these lies?
Why must we watch as loved ones slowly die?
There is no proof that God truly does exist.
Drenched in blood of Divine bliss.
Forsaken are the endless cries.
No purgatory behind these eyes
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Subjugate
03:53
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Subjugate
Be fearful for your life.
Fear for your heart.
Pray for your soul as I rip it . . . apart.
The sweet temptation
The violent urge for me to kill.
To rip, cut and mutilate
This insistent need I must . . . sedate.
Screaming in pain.
Clenching my knife.
Postponing the urge to end your life.
Pushing you down.
You're struggling in fear.
Cutting and slashing.
Blood everywhere.
Raping you now.
You're starting to choke.
Fucking you hard. My hands squeezing your throat.
Coming inside you.
Releasing my seed.
Anxious to quench my sick evil need.
Savor the sight.
Fresh blood on my cock.
Not even in death will your pain stop.
The end of your life
Is approaching the hour.
You'll be the finest example of my power.
Your body is mine.
Cry if you must.
Nothing will stop me from feeding my lust.
Subjugation.
Forfeit your soul.
You'll lose your mind now that I'm in control.
Call out your god.
Soon you'll be dead.
The end of your life in a shower of red.
Pray for your soul.
Take your last breath.
The end of your life. I am the bringer of death . . .
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The Approaching
04:43
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The Approaching
They're out there.
They're coming
Their arrival . . . the approaching.
They're coming.
It's Judgment Day.
Our doom . . . impending.
One with Space
Forgotten Ones as ancient as time
Preparing to unleash destruction and evil on Mankind.
There is a force more evil
More sinister than Hell.
Minions from the furthest reaches
Propelled from the blackness in which they dwell.
Vomited forth,
A plagued creation
Spawned aeons ago.
Now they've returned to erase our existence
From this dying world.
An ancient evil,
Shadowed in darkness
Has arrived at last
Mankind's destiny now inert.
Blood and bone, back to dirt.
Mankind's reality now reversed.
Blood and bone, back to dirt.
The race for the end has now begun.
Joined in death by the rays of our dying sun.
The approaching is now at hand . . .
We tried to make a stand,
To rise up and rebel against the invading forces.
A failed attempt to survive
For the Earth turned red with our blood.
There was no escaping chaos.
Hell hath reigned down from the sky.
With swift and cruel impiety,
The demons dominated freely.
New World order now instated
To bring evil back from slumber.
With technological advancements,
The creatures performed acts of cruelty
On their feeble human captives.
Vile sickening experimentation
Used to resurrect the soul of Satan.
From the deep and dark dimensions
They have returned with one intention.
This is the end of our civilization.
Slaughtered by our own ancient creators.
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Denounced
04:43
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Denounced
The vulgar resentment I feel for you
And all you have put me through.
The pain you have caused cannot compare.
So called lord, why don't you care?
I denounce you
And all you stand for.
I despise your kingdom in heaven.
Life of lies.
I can't take any more.
Blasphemous rage fills my eyes.
This world of shit has been forced on me.
Nothing I do will set me free.
I break the ties that will cause me pain.
Your precious faith is all in vain.
Invert the rites and Catholic verse.
Bastardized religions now rehearsed.
Break the oath; curse the path.
Blind followers led to death.
Plague of His Creation
Blasphemy
Die Christ
Die for your belief
I live to not believe.
But as I look around my world,
I know you must be true.
Killing and murdering without a sound.
Millions dead . . . burial ground.
All in praise of your name . . .
More dead bodies all because of you.
Judged and cursed by the laws you made.
Bleeding, dying slowly raped.
Existence based on a book of lies.
Heaven is Hell when we die.
If you truly do exist,
Then it only stands to reason,
That to you we’re just a game.
A schizophrenic entity.
God and Satan are one in the same.
I deplore you
And laugh in your face.
The hypocrisy of belief.
Endless hate
Symbolize your ways.
Denounce you in blasphemy.
Father of worthlessness.
The plague of His own creation.
A schizophrenic entity.
God and Satan are one in the same.
Bitter hatred I cast on you
And all you have put me through.
The pain I now realize,
You’ll still be there even when I die.
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Art Of Fisting
02:38
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Art of Fisting
Legs forced open.
I can’t control my excitement.
Bound and gagged.
Immobilized.
My fetish is sickening.
This is just the beginning.
Crotch exposed before me.
Ready to fulfill your dreams.
Conscious and aware.
This horror is real.
A tool in assisting
My art of fisting.
Sin in skin.
Flesh begets death.
Naked on the floor.
Salvation in a whore.
My aim is true.
Rammed right into you.
How deep I will go.
From fingertip to elbow.
Master of my art
Pray you’re not ripped apart.
To see your legs contort and bend.
The humility will never end.
Bleeding profusely.
The art of fisting.
Crying hysterically.
The art of fisting.
Spirit now broken.
The art of fisting.
A servant to my needs.
The art of fisting.
Reaching deep inside
I open my fingers wide.
Inner walls rip and bleed
Now prepared to receive my seed.
The art of fisting.
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Iconoclast
06:14
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Iconoclast
I . . . challenge your sacred beliefs.
I . . . slaughter the flock of sheep.
I . . . am your redeeming device.
Look into the eyes of your bitter demise.
Habitual.
Ritualistic.
Eventually becoming sadistic.
Human herd failing to grasp
Fall to reality.
Time to tread a new path.
Follow the Iconoclast.
You . . . see through holy tinted eyes.
You . . . are the one your maker despises.
You . . . and your dogma condemned
Are fought to death with every dying breath.
You put your trust into your “savior.”
Has he ever been there to return the favor?
If your feeble minds can grasp . . . the answer is no.
Follow the Iconoclast
When your beliefs are fading fast.
After all is gone and it’s useless to pray
Don’t look to your God for he has lost His way.
Crossing the span of space and time,
Beliefs converge, controlling the mind.
Hear the toll of sanity’s bell while
Catching a glimpse of your religion’s true hell.
“Bow to me,” sayeth the Lord.
You are abhorred.
Hallowed be My name.
My kingdom come.
Thy kingdom undone.
On earth as well as in heaven.
Follow my way
To salvation this day.
I lead you all into temptation
And deliver you to evil.
Jump into the abyss
Never expecting to be engulfed by darkness.
I’ll witness your end . . . your final collapse.
Losing your souls in one fleeting gasp.
When all that is left is a burning desire
I will set heaven on fire.
When it is useless to pray
And your beliefs are fading fast
Follow the Iconoclast.
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Apocalyptic Disenchantment
The sky becomes blanketed
Smothered in black.
Falling helplessly, the angels burning to ash.
Blocking the sun
No light to be shone
Heaven and Earth now fused into one.
The heavens dissected
Crumbling under the weight.
Too many souls passed through the gate.
Plummeting fast
The fate of the dead
Pity for those left better unsaid.
Mighty dethronement
Failed savior and all.
Catastrophic enchantment to break the fall
Two worlds colliding
The unseen and the known
A thunderous crash
To the world down below.
The scriptures foretold
Of a coming Apocalypse
But nothing will survive
Neither Mortal nor Divine
Blood now rains upwards to the nothingness
The bodies smoldering from the cataclysm
Heaven’s gates now transmogrified into ruins
The holy throne shattered into reality
Scattered in the bloody depths of boiling seas
The scriptures foretold
Of a coming Apocalypse
But nothing will survive
Neither Mortal nor Divine
Saintly blood mixes
With that of Mortal Man
With a deafening sound
Heaven crumbles Earthbound
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Solace in the Arms of the Dead
To whom it may concern,
I've committed a heinous crime.
Quite a few over the years that I'm losing track with time.
A horror in the eye of the public
A disgrace in the heart of man
For years I've kept these deep dark secrets, but now I no longer can.
I have this urge, this insistent need.
A vile fetish that sets me free
This morbid fascination to lie with the dead
To hold their bodies close to me.
To touch them in my bed.
Frequently I dream that they’re dormant not dead
Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead
Constant voices within the world in my head
I find solace in the arms of the dead.
I never considered them to be just corpses,
These piles of rotting dead.
I'd rather consider them to be good friends
People who wouldn't leave me or hurt me in the end.
I find solace in the arms of the dead.
Never did I kill someone for my sick and perverse need.
It's not my right to take a life unless that life belongs to me.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
I have a strange disease.
A warped, twisted and deranged urge that aches for me to please.
I loved all my "friends”
Without reciprocation.
But I must end this now knowing I'll be hated.
I'm sorry for all the pain.
I'm sorry for all the sorrow.
I must take my life.
So I will be dead long before tomorrow.
Frequently I dream that they’re dormant not dead
Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead
Constant voices within the world in my head
I find solace in the arms of the dead.
With this gun in my hand,
I take my life, a life you will consider to be evil.
One with peace, soon to be free.
No more pain shall I feel . . .
No more voices in my head
I found solace now that I am dead.
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9. |
Cankerous
05:18
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Cankerous
Reliving old wounds once thought healed.
Can't escape the memories once dormant in my mind.
As doubt settles in
I cannot rekindle my faith.
Unending despair I feel.
For I fear it's too late.
Cannot explain what went wrong.
Fleeting hopes of sanity.
Frightened by my instilled thoughts.
Deranged
My mind won't set me free.
Engulfing fear.
Shadowed in grief.
Enduring this pain of disbelief.
Whispering chaos.
The end has begun.
Staring into the reflection of horror.
Death is a mask of pain unforeseen . . .
Vivid images of corruption and sorrow.
Humanity kills.
Innocence obscene.
Their point of view became our reality.
Sanity is but a mere shadow on the wall.
In a blink of an eye, lost mentality.
Corruption of our minds;
The black abyss of thought.
At war with my reality
Walls falling onto me.
The stranglehold of corruption grows.
Until it reaches the unbearable end.
[Now you're] dead in my eyes.
Through my eyes you're dead.
The lies that I once believed
[Were] the last words that you said.
Now through my eyes you're dead
And dead you'll always be.
Using rage to escape
The binds of pain engulfing me.
Anger bleeding into my vision.
Fading fast before the incision.
Going in for the final kill.
Never ending.
I'm bleeding still.
Cannot live.
Cannot die.
Waiting and holding
Onto my final goodbye.
In the shallow plane of the conscious mind,
Reality fades
Losing faith with time.
In the inner soul of our cursed existence,
Emptiness . . .
Void of forgiveness.
We watch and we see and realize we don't care.
Oblivious to our own malignancy.
Too concerned with ourselves to ever take notice.
Void of expression
Now damned to be . . .
Cankerous
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