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Soulseller
04:02
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All in fair warned
Bodies on display, empty shells of flesh
Dismembered to exhale, smoking ice and keeping fresh
Fuck, I sold my soul to the devil!
Better left undead, screams call out to get attention
Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination
Born again, I detest my last remains
Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process
Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess
Better left undead, feast on death to get attention
Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination
Fuck I sold my soul to the devil!
Breathe slowly and demolish your mind
Death builds slowly and consumes your time
Hatred re-arranged and reset for more
Annihilations of the quest you once hesitated killing for
As all is self-manipulation and lust for gore
Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process
Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess
Bets are on the man in black
Replace head on severed neck
I am a dollar .99, a fucking bargain
Bleed for determination, the will to rise, to win at all cost
Re-possess my soul, the devil’s eyes are left alone
Leave the rest to rot, bodies lack of self-control
Pray to god, pray for nothing
Nothing’s all for everyone, but me
Fuck, I sold my soul to the devil!
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In Hell I Roam
04:21
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Flesh ripped from my bones
Survival of the weakest force
Bullets form the tongue of damnation
Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes
Of reason in a desperate stare
Hatred comes from nothing more
Where´s your god now?
Mercy does not exist, god’s children slaying their brothers
Signing his name on their grave, no stones are left unturned
Bodies cover the floor
Grass turns red as the blood descends
God is not here anymore
Reflection in the knife as your life ends
Mercy does not exist, god’s children slaying their brothers
Signing his name on their grave, no stones are left unturned
This is hell, this is my home, my home is hell, in this fucking hell I roam
Need repent, decapitation forced on life
Feed torment, mother´s raped with rusty knife
Hills of bodies, black smoke rises
Burning limbs and stench of death
Evil machine stands tall holding ground
Pure and clean
Lies dead and hellbound
This is hell, this is home, home is hell, in this hell I roam
Flesh ripped from your bones, where´s your god now?
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Hymn of the Asylum
03:06
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Execration’s all I know
Staring at the blackend hole
Locked in this demonic force
Everyday I detest them more
Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should someone decide who gets to stay alive?
Screaming of hate to lure my enemies in
I want to see the bleeding begin
Solitary trapped inside
Forced insane with illusions of truth
Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should someone say who stays alive?
No sledge, no bones can get through to them
You go insane as I rip out your hair
Schizophrenic doors are opened
Uncovers only walls of despair
Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should anyone ever stay alive?
Solitude, they scream for mercy
Burning gods warm the hollow mind
Screaming of hate to lure my enemies in
Let my bloody future begin
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Deatholation
03:50
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6. |
Torturewhore
03:45
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7. |
Exoneration Manifesto
04:39
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8. |
Dødens Makt
03:00
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9. |
March of the Undying
05:04
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