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Date of issue: 23.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
Name | Year |
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Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay | 2005 |
Charred Remains | 2016 |
Service for a Vacant Coffin | 2016 |
In the Grip of Winter | 2005 |
Disembowel | 2016 |
Torn from the Womb | 2005 |
Ridden with Disease | 2016 |
Gasping for Air | 2016 |
Severed Survival | 2016 |
Slaughterday | 2005 |
Pagan Saviour | 2016 |
Robbing the Grave | 2005 |
Impending Dread | 2016 |
Embalmed | 2016 |
Critical Madness | 2016 |
Dark Crusade | 2005 |
Hole in the Head | 2005 |
Stillborn | 2016 |
The Sick Get Sicker | 2018 |
Mental Funeral | 2005 |