1.Dark crusade
Preachers and their followers
Crusading for the light
My stomach twists and tightens up
The feeling is so vile
They're trying to brainwash me
But I am not a fool
Cach one shall taste my defecation
As dark becomes the rule
Kill screams my mind
They die by knife and strangulation
Lead pipe to the head
They squeal like pigs
Until I shit upon their severed head
They squeal like pigs
Until I shit upon their severed head
To eternity serve the dark and unpure
I breathe each hateful breath
To see their minds and morals destroyed
I shall follow death
Snuff out the life
Of those who force their way upon me
On their limp carcasses
I leave a token of my disgust
2.Dead
Dead
Stiff and cold
In your box
To decay
Dead
3.Destined to fester
Knee deep in sewage
Maggots burrowing thru my face
Blinded by disease
Waiting for my living death to end
Slicing teeth
Infectious chewing at my skin
My blood is clotted with pus
The maddening shrill cries
Of rabid vermin never stop
I pick away
At my mouldering flesh
Insanity has left my mind
A tortured mess
Face chewed to bits
On my body they feast
Swimming in the rancid sewage
Spreading their disease
4.Hole in the head
Repulsive parasites feeding on your mind
Shrieking demons
Within your skull they fly
See the colors so bright and brilliant
The hunger starts
It's brain matter you want
Voices so twisted command you
Don't try to resist it
Give in to the belief
That bliss is within reach
So destroy the wicked in your eyes
And feast
Fuel the creatures in you rhead
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead)
State of mind unbalancing
Distorted sick reality
Must achieve immortality
It's god again
He speaks
About the tasks you must complete
Tripping hard
Your brain is shorted out
You must believe
Cranial chaos
Blurs of violence
Keep the cravings fed
Are they coming in or out
This hole inside your head
5.In the grip of winter
Let in the white
Nothing in sight
Stumbling thru the snow and ice
Blinded by forces you can't control
Just to stay alive your only goal
Caught within the grip of winter
Hyperberic nightmare reigns
A rotten hysteria sets in
Body goes numb as your brain
Legs go numb
Panic strikes
So you then light a fire
Put your legs in the flames
Hoping for a rush of pain
Flesh burns right to the core
Spits blood from every pore
Smell your skin peel away
For your life a small price to pay
Running in searing pain
Rational thoughts
Are quickly slain
Take in your last cold breath
As you fall to your backsnapping death
6.Robbing the grave
It's love of the dead
Arising from her sleep
To the sweet smell of decay
Lying in a coffin
Dead flesh she craves
There's kissing, of course, caressing,
blood drinking, the smell, the attraction
Morbid lust must be satisfied
In the shadows she must hide
Entering the sacred tomb
To fuck those who have died
When you lie on some bodies,
blood comes out of their mouth,
and the weight of my body pushes it out.
That's called purcing
Kissing the flesh
So dead and cold
Purging blood
To drink and be whole
Strength from the dead
To feed the soul
I definitely enjoy swallowing blood.
It's very arousing making love
with a body and drinking some of the blood
Robbing the grave
There's a difference between tucking and making love.
Maybe some pudish luck dead rises. I make love to them
Screaming in agony
Coming on the corpse
Takes it home in the hearse
So she can get some more
When I enjoy myself with a corpse,
it's a high beyond any I've ever had
7.Slaughter day
Darkened day
Torturous ways
Live only to die
Slaughterday
Cast into flames
Stoned to death
Law of the lords
Uncontrollable hoard
Headless bodies on the ground
War machine leaves no life behind
Blood soaks deep into the earth
Sadistic face
Rip out your heart
Strung up
Cannibals eat your flesh
Cooked
Survival of the fittest
Peel your flesh from the bone
Souless body left alone
8.Torn from the womb
Torn from the womb
Dying in this tomb
Bred just to die
We are torn from the womb
Slowly to decay
Till we meet our doom
Everything is bleak
Shroud of black hangs over
Preparing to enter our graves
9.Twisted mass of burnt decay
From the brown infested clouds
Painful death is unleashed
Toxic rain upon your skin
Now you are diseased
Pus fulled wounds begin to form
Inflamed bloated mess
Internal organs sieze and corysed
Contaminated blood flows with death
The features are slowly rotting
Off your deformed face
Now you are just
A twisted mass of burnt decay
Retoning violently
Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay
Hair falls out
Bowls expel their rotten stinking waste
Body and mind are dubbed a fate
So horrendous and sick
The safety of the womb is gone
Bloody pus oozes from your dick
Unformed offspring
Meet the poisoned air
Ejected fetuses litter the street
Men and women cry
For themselves and their young
A twisted monument
Of mans defeat
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