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[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald]
Don't be so trivial
You're face to face with death
I'll show you miracles
But your mind will never rest
You say you want the truth
About what lies beyond
I left a word for you
You'll use it before long
Shake the hand that shakes the world
All hail the Crimson King
Serving the Outer Dark
Infecting everything
Come fire, ice, and blackness
This universe must die
There's such delicious madness
Waiting on the other side
The number I have offered
Will drive your mind insane
You can't resist this word
I've buried deep inside your brain
Nineteen, the cursed number
Key to the afterlife
Tormenting you in slumber
Temptation twists the knife
Now it's coming out like vomit
Nothing you can do to stop it
Sacrifice your sanity
For morbid curiosity
Say the word and watch it crumble
Thoughts reduced to burning rubble
Use your final lucid breath
To beg for mercy; beg for death
Shake the hand that shakes the world
All hail the Crimson King
Serving the Outer Dark
Infecting everything
Come fire, ice, and blackness
This universe must die
There's such delicious madness
Waiting on the other side
All hail the king
Beyond religion
I promise you this tower will fall
All hail the king
Draped in crimson
And we'll bring darkness to them all
"Tell me, Sorcerer... what do you see in the cards?"
"Death... but not for you, Gunslinger."
Shake the hand that shakes the world
All hail the Crimson King
Serving the Outer Dark
Infecting everything
Come fire, ice, and blackness
This universe must die
There's such delicious madness
Waiting on the other side
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Blood runs strong down the cracks of the mountainside
The peaks of the hills where we watch the warriors die
Gather the dead men, ravenous to kill
To dethrone their king, take no lives at his will
Ascending, trembling
Enraging sounds of burning
Casualties, burnt bodies
Fiercely dreading your own beheading
Deceiving, false betrayal
Mutilate by hammer and nail
No mercy, blind jury
Vengeance awaits; the allies invade!
Night came in fast, crushing in the eighth day’s light
Neck like a crucifix, tied up so tight
Blood-crusted stumps, showcased there for your murder
Fires burn, bring forth the executioner
Ascending, trembling
Enraging sounds of burning
Casualties, burnt bodies
Fiercely dreading your own beheading
Deceiving, false betrayal
Mutilate by hammer and nail
No mercy, blind jury
Vengeance awaits; the allies invade!
[Harmonized solo: Rob Fitzgerald & Graham K. Miles]
Ascending, trembling
Enraging sounds of burning
Casualties, burnt bodies
Fiercely dreading your own beheading
Deceiving, false betrayal
Mutilate by hammer and nail
No mercy, blind jury
Vengeance awaits; the allies invade!
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3. |
Return to Ruin
04:11
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Archaic institutions
Deserve to collapse
Refusing evolution
We get just what we asked for
No brighter future coming
More chaos on the horizon
You are praying for salvation
I demand acceleration
Lies were used to build this nation
You call that civilization
Truth is what we bury you in
This world must return to ruin
[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald]
We toil in the shadow
Of false enlightenment
High-minded old ideas
Now used to subjugate slaves
Serving a broken system
Graves for those who preach resistance
You are begging for solutions
I welcome the grim conclusion
Corruption thrives among us
Our leaders spewing bile
Infect the teeming masses
Their culture going viral
A plague on all our houses
Spread by their bloody reign
For those who can outlast it
A chance to start again
[Solo: Graham K. Miles]
Sacrifice the ones you’re serving
Ask yourself what they’re preserving
Break out from your sick illusion
This world must return to ruin
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4. |
Prisoner's Anthem
03:26
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Pride grows in the human heart
Like lard upon a pig
Send the children into darkness
Their own graves to dig
Plant the seeds in fields of blood
To grow the vile state
Starve the desperate working classes
Feed them only hate
Cells packed full to bursting with forsaken innocent
Praying for interrogation; no chance of dissent
Justice by the hammer
Execution by the blade
Die for Mother Russia
Or endure a life of pain
Prejudice appeals
To a nation on its knees
Blinded by delusions
Of superiority
Spread the blood across the soil
And claim it for yourselves
Loot the undesirables
And cast them into hell
Trains of human cargo vanish into the abyss
Propaganda keeps the masses culpable in this
Justice by the truncheon
Execution by the gun
Die to serve The Fatherland
Or pack your bags and run
[Solo: Graham K. Miles]
Money talks and freedom walks
Through graves in foreign lands
Tearing infant children
From their parents’ clutching hands
Plant the flag in blackened earth
And make way for machines
Build more prisons back at home
Protect democracy
A nation built on slavery and kept alive by war
Entertained by idiots and ruled over by whores
Justice by the gavel
Execution by the rope
Die for Lady Liberty
Or wallow in false hope
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Sub-Being
04:16
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So many parts are punctured to bleed
Sub-being kept alive
Replacing vital parts; synthetic remaking
Leviathan born to life
Perforate
The vertebrae
Brain-body disconnect
Harnesses around my neck
The pinnacle of my subconscious reads
Haunted by the urge
Preparing as the back of my blackened brain bleeds
Reality, lunacy merge
Inject the venomous libation
(Layered disgust)
Trajected towards your ruination
(Let ‘em drip dry)
Tortured with no physical effect
(Dried blood crust)
Voices screaming “you’re not dead”
(It can’t die)
Severed body parts go not to waste
Pierced and hung to dry
Lucid amputation is agonizing
They will not let me die
Sterilized
Anesthetized
Brain-body disconnect
Harnesses around my neck
Inject the venomous libation
(Layered disgust)
Trajected towards your ruination
(Let ‘em drip dry)
Tortured with no physical effect
(Dried blood crust)
Voices screaming “you’re not dead”
(It can’t die)
Scattered chunks of bloody bone
(Layered disgust)
Cut-out skin dried by the sun
(Let ‘em drip dry)
Unplugged and left to die alone
(Dried blood crust)
Thumb into the trigger of its gun
(It can’t die)
Feel the caustic fluids
Tidaling through your veins
Weakened inhibition
Rots your mind away
Feel the caustic fluids
Tidaling through your veins
Weakened inhibition
Rots your mind away
[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald]
Feel the caustic fluids
Tidaling through your veins
Weakened inhibition
Rots your mind away
Feel the caustic fluids
Tidaling through your veins
Weakened inhibition
Rots your mind away
Rots your mind away
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6. |
Unholy Mass
04:41
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Forgiveness came too late
Cannot release this hate
Syphon your bloody tears
Our final hour nears
Revenge; I close my eyes
Imagine your surprise
At how I’ll pay my last respects
I place my hands around your neck
Slitting your guts
(Run the blade from neck to crotch)
Tear out your tongue
(Make your family watch)
Nailed to a board
(Through your spinal cord)
Placed on display
(Effigy to which I pray)
Left you bleeding while you’re bound up by your neck
Lacerated, beaten, broken, inches from your death
Watch your own demise; I’ll take your eyeballs last
Make you beg for mercy just so I can laugh
Blood and puss upon my skin begin to crust
Badge of honour after you betrayed my trust
Scattered chunks of viscera upon my hands
This is the payment that my God demands
Invite the world to my unholy mass
Punish every deadly sin but wrath
Slitting your guts
(Run the blade from neck to crotch)
Tear out your tongue
(Make your family watch)
Nailed to a board
(Through your spinal cord)
Placed on display
(Effigy to which I pray)
[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald]
Your corpse; my grand design
Sign of these evil times
I hang your tattered flesh
A warning to the rest
All you who prey on fear
Repent; your time is near
No pity for the damned
Your death comes by this hand
Invite the world to my unholy mass
Punish every deadly sin but wrath
Slitting your guts
(Run the blade from neck to crotch)
Tear out your tongue
(Make your friends and family watch)
Nailed to a board
(Through your spinal cord)
Placed on display
(Effigy to which I pray)
Placed on display
(Effigy to which I pray)
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7. |
Constant Torment
03:30
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No rest
Stimulation
To the point of agony
Cold sweat
An ocean
Drowning me
Obsessed with my own compulsions
Ceaseless stream of
Narcissistic death convulsions
This waking dream that we call life
Is constant torment
Devouring
The silence
No peace is to be found
Invasive
Thoughts of violence
I must wrap my head around
Cannot kill the beast that screams
In endless fear
Making nightmares from my dreams
Hell is here
Suicidal ideation
My life force spent
Desperate for sweet release
From constant torment
[Solo: Graham K. Miles]
[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald]
Cannot kill the beast that screams
In endless fear
Making nightmares from my dreams
Hell is here
Suicidal ideation
My life force spent
Desperate for sweet release
From constant torment
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Head so full of ignorance
There is no room for air
We will take it out for you
That seems only fair
Push you right into the vault
And slam the door behind
Dial up the pressure
It’s time to blow your mind
[Solo: Graham K. Miles]
Space devoid of matter
It will soon be yours to fill
Contents of your cranium
I cannot wait to spill
Never grew a spine
Because you never had the nerve
Killing you with emptiness
The fate that you deserve
Fourteen thousand PSI
Pneumatical homicide
Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied
Rising pressure ends your life
Decompression fast approaching
Vacuum-induced head explosion
First your nose begins to bleed
Capillaries collapse
Organs like accordions
Compressing all their gas
Bowels forced into your chest
Your heart is full of shit
When I turn the pressure up
The skin around them splits
[Solo: Graham K. Miles]
Blowing up like a balloon
You look so festive now
You won’t go out whimpering
You’ll go out with a “POW!”
Skull-cap fragments blown apart
Will decorate the walls
And in your final moments
You’ll be useful after all
Fourteen thousand PSI
Pneumatical homicide
Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied
Rising pressure ends your life
Decompression fast approaching
Vacuum-induced head explosion
No more pain can you take
Beg for the end, you snake
Before your bones all break
Your head pops like a grape
Fourteen thousand PSI
Pneumatical homicide
Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied
Rising pressure ends your life
Decompression fast approaching
(Fourteen thousand motherfucking PSI)
Vacuum-induced head explosion
(Pneumatical homicide)
Your head pops like a grape
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Gore
Destroy the body in a blaze of pain
Horror
Until the spirit flees the remains
I mount you on the conveyor
Feed you to my machine
Ensuring your pain is tailored
Each cut precise and clean
Collect the blood in a barrel
Red as the finest wine
Taste it to savour your peril
Just before the body dies
You’re reduced to animal tissue
So delicious no one will miss you
Lick my lips and get a reminder
Of your trip through my meat grinder
Light the fire in the dungeon
Bring forth the instrument
Separation of the spine
Remove the excrement
Cauldron, five hundred degrees
Watch it boil, full of glee
Your life served on a platter
Echoing, insane laughter
This, my famous recipe
Your flesh mine to devour
Savouring this memory
Six o’clock, the sacred hour
Fear
As rumours of the slaughter spread through town
Here
The angry mob arrives to bring me down
I invite all my accusers
To taste my food for themselves
Pathetic gluttons and boozers
Waiting for the dinner bell
I grin, unveiling the main course
Your head upon a spit
Then, in the panic and discord
Their supple throats I slit
They’re all part of my next recipe
Each guest, their very own entrée
Little tabs inside of a binder
New ideas for my meat grinder
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