February
March 2008
Jäävligt likt torstein tbh
THE UNDEAD WILL FEAST
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil
BUTCHERED AT BIRTH
Birth is always painful, Decaying in the womb trapped within this body
A bleeding human tomb gutted bitch lies dead emptied of the child
chewing on the cords its life line to t
RAPED ON THE ALTAR
Dark, crimson tides of blood
Will flow like water into wine
I smell you fear,
Our lives coincide
Please respect, the presence of
The dead
For they weep, they are damned
Sp
MUTILATE REMODIFIED
There's no fucking way to escape my evil
Carefully thought out this technical procedure
Before I begin I'll give a painful preview
Piercing every inch with burning red needle
BUTCHER THE WEAK
Slaughtering with extreme disgust
Unrecognizable all victims will be
Mutilation no enough, I'm splattering brains
You've seen nothing yet, I will butcher the weak
If you step
HARVEST
Behold the crown of creation
Worthy of nothing but scorn
Failed abortions that never
Should have been born
Liars
Two-faced, spiteful and vile
Your true self well hidden behind
A pois
WAY OF THE ROPE
With each single breathe, I pray for death
I curse my day of birth, I hate this stinking earth
I walk the path of self-destruction
Just like your worthless kind, I too was blind
ODIUM GENERIS HUMANI
Hark to my voice, I speak with serpent's tongue
I've denounced the mindless flocks to take the final plunge
Into the secret pitch black depths, where burning fury reigns
Tha
TORMENTOR OF CHRISTIAN SOULS
I could drag you to my chambers
And strip you naked in darkness
I could pull your fingernails out one by one
And rape you till you find no hope
I could rip your g
MONSTER
Breathing, killing, seething, willing
Fighting, biting, hating, waiting for you
Don't you, won't you, don't lie
Give it, get it, live it, let it
Dedicated, nothing sacred for you
Don
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