Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Headless Ritual , by - Autopsy. Release date: 23.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Headless Ritual , by - Autopsy. The Headless Ritual |
| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast |
| Deep inside the shadows lies the cellar |
| Where the beast emerges |
| Filth of legend pale and foul |
| You’ll satisfy it’s hellish urges |
| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast |
| Years long ago when the creature arrived |
| The slaughter was brutal, just one left alive |
| A new breed of victims moved into this hell |
| Murders of innocents quickly befell |
| Again there was one left alive like before |
| She soon was turned into the beast’s willing whore |
| A slave to it’s hideous mutated sex |
| She’d kill for this unholy cannibal wretch |
| Bearing it’s voracious young |
| This nightmarish spawning begun |
| Tales of torture and screams |
| Bring unknowing blood offerings |
| See the midnight tour |
| Depicting scenes of carnage from the past |
| The myths are real, you’re next to die |
| Your first visit will be your last |
| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast |
| The ancient civilizations |
| In their temples filled with dread |
| Were linked together with their gods |
| By rivers flowing red |
| Prosperity and power |
| Gained from bodies without heads |
| In sacrifice the balance lies |
| The chosen stricken down |
| The gods' insatiable lust for death |
| Had limits never found |
| Harmony can only exist |
| With corpses on the ground |
| Humans squander greatness |
| The ways of wisdom gone |
| A cancerous shadow looming |
| I must bring back the dawn |
| Selected for this, I am |
| This world screams inside |
| The lambs await my coming |
| I see inside their minds |
| One by one the open minds |
| Are standing by my side |
| Taken from the hand of darkness |
| For sanity they’ve cried |
| Cast aside your past life |
| You have joined the enlightened pride |
| The ancient blood will spill again |
| Our numbers only grow |
| Our temples raised, our hearts are pure |
| The power in us flows |
| I’ll lead my people to the sun |
| The time has come to go |
| The vultures will feed and I will look down |
| On the mangled far below |
| Bone pale, dead moon |
| Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave |
| She walks amongst the carven stones |
| Seeing black, I found the morbid way |
| I heard her call |
| Her funeral moans |
| I was transfixed |
| She took my soul |
| Dread night, crypt trip |
| Following the shadows in my mind |
| Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze |
| Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face |
| Death entwined with beauty |
| She drained my bleeding soul |
| I saw the casket open |
| She is a funeral |
| Grey mist, death kiss |
| In the ground six feet of darkness sighed |
| Drifting down, I heard her laugh |
| As the maggots squirmed between her thighs |
| On the other side of the shattered mirror |
| My world is dark |
| From the corner of my blood red eye |
| Repulsive shadows breed |
| Grave mist swirls and black clouds harbor daggers |
| In this hallucinatory wasteland |
| I hear them crawl |
| Spawned from the pits of a sickening world |
| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers |
| Breath of the stench of the blackest soil |
| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers |
| Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands |
| Headstone hiders, casket riders |
| Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass |
| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers |
| They open up wounds on the cast away dead |
| Leaning down with claws imbedded |
| Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads |
| Grotesquely twisted limbs |
| And wretched minds contort |
| Lifeless eyeballs are removed |
| With the dead unbeating heart |
| They’re crawling |
| Only I can see them |
| They want to eat my eyes |
| But I’ll take them out myself |
| Their feast will be denied |
| Come into our house |
| Within the darkness we are here |
| Everyone who wanders in is sure to disappear |
| The door behind you shuts and locks |
| You smell the stench of death |
| That’s when the hammer crashes down |
| And annihilates your head |
| Your ruined face |
| It leaves a trail of crimson on the floor |
| As your body’s dragged into a room |
| With blood it is adorned |
| The freezer’s full of butchered parts |
| Of others just like you |
| The rats can eat the scraps that drop |
| And then we’ll eat them too |
| We’ve been here for many years |
| Inbreeding in the filth |
| Through ages upon ages |
| Of devouring our kills |
| A naked blood stained light bulb |
| Shows the mating on display |
| Gurgling sounds emit |
| From twisted worm like writhing shapes |
| Here we are in wait for you |
| Deformed and caked in gore |
| This hammer made of lead and concrete |
| Ever hungers more |
| When the hammer meets the bone |
| Your screams have gone unheard |
| When pools of blood are red and deep |
| Survival is absurd |
| There is no sanctuary |
| There is no mercy shown |
| Blunt force smashing is the law |
| Your skull and mind are blown |
| I am the thorns |
| That puncture your skin |
| I am the storm |
| Where your sanity’s been |
| I am the flames |
| That devour your bones |
| I am the ashes |
| Where shadows have grown |
| The arch cadaver turns around |
| Maggots falling from his eyes |
| Surveying pummeled smoldering fields |
| The living turned to clay they’ve met their day |
| No battles fought |
| Just a wave of his hand |
| Death rays and smoke trails |
| Wash over the land |
| Born created conjured spun |
| In webs of foul deeds undone |
| Footsteps crush and shock the ground |
| His fingers point to where you’re bound |
| His head tilts back, his throat agape |
| Look inside and see your fate |
| Bleeding stars and moons rotate |
| In ways that make the strong insane |
| Lidless eyes, orbs of black |
| Doorways to wrath |
| All become one |
| Heaped in great piles of ash |
| Time has taken your living flesh |
| Stolen your last gasping struggling breath |
| Lungs in upheaval, brain in a tomb |
| Becoming sand in a world of gloom |
| No teeth in it’s skull, yet you’re eaten away |
| Your epitaph clearer while tissues decay |
| Your flesh, it turns to dust |
| The dice of bones are carved and cast |
| There’s pain to bring and time to kill |
| There’s cemetery holes to fill |
| Despite your will, you can’t command |
| The reaper’s all ensnaring hand |
| Lying on the floor I realize my fate |
| I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate |
| How did this horrible night come to be |
| Piece by piece it comes after me |
| It catches up and grabs my throat |
| All I see is the head of a goat |
| It’s sharpened fingers slice my face |
| The catch is better than the chase |
| It comes after me |
| Running from the goathead |
| Blood in my eyes, I cannot see |
| Black heart chaser |
| Terror races through my mind |
| Running from the goathead |
| I run with it behind… me |
| Hallways that are long and dark |
| Scratching walls, looking for a door |
| The burns and cuts have left their mark |
| I see others have come before |
| What kind of fate did they meet |
| This evil place cries for more |
| With brutal weapons all are beat |
| To live I must come to the fore |
| Running from the goathead |
| Running from the goathead |
| Running from the goathead |
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