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Abrasive Waste
01:09
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Spoiled mind. Twisting spine. Spewing slime.
Oozing and seeping. Reeking. Secreting.
Spoiled mind. Twisting spine. Spewing slime. Heaving grime
Ever decaying. Rise from the mold.
From massive heaps of fetid waste.
A festering beast has taken shape.
Creeping fungal strains, roots deep in the brain.
Crawling rancid skin. Guts are rotting within.
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Irradiated Birth
00:34
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After the fallout of mankind
Creatures of the deep will arise.
From the depths. In darkness bred.
In seclusion they survived.
Through predation they survived.
Mankind is weakened. Now it's time.
The reign of beasts from ancient seas.
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Stench of Boiling Flesh
01:22
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Now a sickly grin crosses my lips.
As the skin begins to crisp.
Now you repent for the years of neglect.
As the screams fade out one by one.
I'm finally free now that you're gone.
All the pain, the cries of agony.
Sing to me a sweet sweet symphony.
Crisping and clawing. Your skull unmasked.
Choking noxious gasps will be your last.
Glimpse infernal suffering
Never have I felt serenity.
Like the rising flames have given me.
Stench of boiling flesh.
Only bones and ashes left.
This blaze is here to cleanse
The petty lives that you all have led.
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Sacred Sewage
01:15
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Disease. Famine. Dilapidation.
In filth is where we thrive.
Your repulsion is our pride.
Signified by putrefaction.
All the sludge, the muck, and the grime
Is our salvation.
Dark festering streets hide me.
See the maimed carousing with their crippled kin.
Squalor has always kept us alive.
Corrupted men coupled with their crooked crones.
Sacred is sewage in Nadsokor.
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5. |
Flay the Skin
00:50
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As I’m consuming you’ll be praying for hell.
For when I feast no gods can help.
And as I delve into your tender flesh
See that your fate is worse than death.
After your body is battered and bloodied
The black blade will feast as your soul it depletes.
No gods can help
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6. |
Ingurgitating Megacosms
01:08
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Conquer. Consume. Absorb. Ascend.
All the matter we’ve devoured. We almost have the power.
Set sail on seas that bridge realities.
To feast on galaxies. Absorb all energy unto me.
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7. |
Corpse Annihilation
02:46
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Pulverize a heap already pulped
Into fine mulch.
Nothing that remains can be recognized.
Nothing but slop still the hammer lifts and drops.
Oh what a simple pleasure.
The sight of squashing brains.
Beneath the strength of machines.
With voracious joy and pneumatic power
This pile was once your head
Now its brain chowder.
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PUSTULOUS Seattle, Washington
DEATH GRIND DABBED WITH DBEAT
OJ
DILLON
JIM
Rest In Pus...
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