| Eruption awaits the gates of death, bursting from the womb of torment
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| Stench of success rises from the core you’re my bloody torture whore
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| Effortless the walls turn red, the taste the haptic of the dead
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| Desperation reach for mercy, cast a shadow in the cemetery lights
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| I shed my skin to begin the craft of annihilation
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| The massacre of godliness, the forthcoming of declaration
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| The truth is clear for those who fear the blade
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| As the screaming God awaits, pestilence of weak humans shall fade
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| Restless shall the Gods remain and tolerate the endless flow of pain
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| I will never lay my saw to sleep
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| Nihilarian stories are cutting fucking deep
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| Purgatory cast aside for flesh preservation
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| Ridicule the running tide of fluid cast from body puncture
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| Hatred fills the mind of pure blackened stains my soul endures
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| Thoroughly narcotic seeds, the planting of God’s rotting seed
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| I killed myself murdering you
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| I place my grinder on the floor
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| Lick what’s left of my bloody torture whore
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| Tongue splits as the knife slits slowly
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| I am as the victim calling for mercy to the end
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| Half eaten, half tortured and beautiful dead
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| Severed possessed head
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| Desperation reaches for mercy
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| You’re my torture whore
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| Bursting from the womb of torment
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| Cast a shadow in the cemetery |