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We see them coming a mile away
Gathered to kill on the desolate plain
No fear in our minds
Pure hate in our hearts
Miscalculation of our strength their bane
Take us lightly and we'll make you pay
Pride left them defenseless
No Mercy for Hubris
( solo: Pat O'Brien )
They rush to fight us and we stand and wait
Pulses quicken as they take the bait
Mere seconds to the slaughter
We can wait no longer
Closing fast with their weapons high
Still believing it's we that will die
Now the ambush is sprung
Now they learn that they were wrong
Now the killing will start
Tear the bastards apart
They thought it would be easy but now they're being crushed
Arrogance of power leaves them dying in their blood
There will be no mercy for these filthy sons of whores
The innards of my enemys impaled upon my sword
Many years we've waited for this final day of slaughter
Our victims are decapitated, their limbs are torn asunder
Careful preparation brought our haughty victims down
Our forces are at full strength and the Time To Kill Is Now.
Time To Kill Is Now
Time To Kill
They are all dead, it's their end today
All lost their lives in tremendous pain
Not one has survived
We Left None Alive
Do not doubt our conviction to kill
Hate on our side we will never fail
Now the killing will start
Tear the bastards apart
Strike the enemy down
The Time To Kill is Motherfucking Now
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Suffer
Extreme pain is what they need to feel for the rest of their lives
Misery and Despair leaves thier souls when infinity ends
Let them taste the wrath as the agony consumes them
Swallowed by the darkest light a blackened state of dismay
Survival is the only thing left for them
This grievous revelation is a new beginning
Led to the solution against their will
Deprivation thrives as the therapy continues
Sullen mastery is an answer uncontested
denial is the only thing left for them
life as they knew it is a distant memory
Scores of victims lust for apathy
make them suffer
While they plead for cessation
entirely demoralized and close to mass extintion
damned to please supremacy
the reason for their martyrdom they will never know
make them suffer
while they bleed through damnation
Begged for retribution before meeting with demise
cursed by animosity
once chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escape
( solo: Pat O'Brien )
domination reigns supreme the evil has no end
spent of all their energy now worthless and degraded
slow death is the only thing left for them
physically and mentally devoid of dignity
languished immortality
make them suffer
While they plead for cessation
entirely demoralized and close to mass extintion
damned to please supremacy
the reason for their martyrdom they will never know
make them suffer
while they bleed through damnation
Begged for retribution before meeting with demise
cursed by animosity
once chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escape
make them suffer
forever
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Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us
closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness
every drop of blood, a chance to deify us
Bring is to our lord our killings transcending,
convictions of pure violence, unrelenting
Devotion drips from my jagged blade
My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage
Sacramental slaughter for faith
In the homicidal doctrine he creates
Decapitated heads adorn the holy altar
kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration
every single death, brought us closer to him
Take us to our lord our bloodlust evolving,
enshrining the bodies, evil emerging
Hate rips through flesh and bone
The dogma states that it must be done
We adhere to the holy text
More must die if we are to advance
Pray to our god
with blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders
trust in our lord
leads us to kill in the same way that he did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor
he is close now
Soon he will be amoung us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide
Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching
look behind his eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect
transfixed by his gaze, his congregation waiting
we summoned him here by doing his bidding
now he will slay us, circle completed
Artierial spray paints the temple red
Our masters advent brought us death
Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls
blood soaked paradise awaits us all
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Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers
Unwary victims mangled and battered
Once buried warriors have risen to kill again
Signs of their wickedness left for a warning
Mutilate
Disembowel
Amputate
Kill and rape
Gratification achieved by dismemberment
Unnatural legions ravage the carcasses
Open wounds targets for evil defilers
Seeds of inquity cover the body parts
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Violate
Death so foul
Ejaculate
Pieces raped
Bound with intestines the body is held upright
Travelers encounter the gruesome monition
Terrorized realization of coming death
They will be next for the army of killers
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Remains are on display
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Molested corpses hang
Undead
Molest
Defile
Kill them
Butcher
Then fuck
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Discharge on the corpse
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Desecration of the dead
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
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Knock him out with chloroforn
Surreptitious trapping tack
Drag the body to the trunk
Take the captive into the house and down into the basement
Binding method is extreme
Unconscious I will pierce the hands and feet
Arms and legs nailed to the wood
Beneath the table blood is forming shallow pools
Perforate the abdomen
Punctured organs start to fail
Mounting pain revives the man
His gaze meets mine then panic starts, he is immobilized
Head is thrashing from the pain
I must nail it to the wood with long sharp nails
Penetration of the flesh
Five dozen nails will hold him down
Five nails
My hammer pounds them, the steel secures him
Five nails
My victim conscious, he is immobile
I raise my hammer and aim for the throat
Five nails through the neck
Trachea is torn
Gasping sounds are heard
Life is leaving him
But not soon enough
Agony, torturous
Long nails penetrate
Through the flesh and bone
Table dripping blood
Victim full of holes
Suffer, merciless
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Five nails through the
Five nails through the neck
Sixty nails adorn the fool
Twelve on each leg and arm
Four of them aerate his face
Three puncture his abdomen and leave his vitals oozing
I step back and view my work
Torture victim lies drained of life
Outside world will never know
How many nails the victim felt before he died
Five nails through the neck
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(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Internal burning
An omen reborn
Embrace the torture
Purify the soul
Bathe in red hot coals, dripping skin becomes a pleasure
Face begins to melt, liquid from the head rewarding
Eternal burning
Sancified with flames
Unholy Recourse
The demons are here
Unleash the fury
Body slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackened
Scorch to disinfect is the method for acceptance
Purification By Fire
Transformation is rapture
Beyond recognition and deranged from the cleansing
Frenzied schizophrenic a memory before the scalding
Sacrifice for pain
Unrelenting heat scrambles the senses
Caustic remedy betrays existence
Hellish invasion just part of the plan
Beasts have been summoned to conquer again
Unleash the fury
Internal bleeding
An omen reborn
Embrace the torture
Purify the soul
Body slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackened
Scorch to disinfect is the method for acceptance
Purification By Fire
From within the torment is complete
Any worthy future now obsolete
Purification By Fire,
Transformation is rapture
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I am the black thoughts of the night
Deep in the darkness of your mind
Shrouded in shadow, The mental torture
In the realm of death waling terror
Stalking the closest to the edge
Impostion of depravity
Sanity holding by a thread
Desperation draws them close to me
Always unseen but never far behind
Fleeting darkness tricks your eyes
Paranoia, A creeping horror
Guided by the death walking terror
Your hand reaches for the knife
Subconscious molding insidious
It was always in your mind
Release the pain, A psychotic rush
Death Walking Terror
Slow mental torture
I am the blood you seek to spill
I am you inner drive to kill
Dark inspiration, A moral failure
created by the death walking terror
Your hands have done my bidding well
Your hideous dreams now reality
Manipulation done with stealth
I was with you, I heard the screams
Death Walking Terror
Slow mental torture
Death Walking Terror
Psychic Tormentor
The weakest ones will fall
My murderous influence appeals to their fear
My will is just too strong
The decision was mine but they'll never know
Death Walking Terror
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
I walk behind you while you kill
Usurping your mind, you are oblivious
You'll never know your spirit fell
Supplanted by this deep disgust
Death Walking Terror
Slow mental torture
Death Walking Terror
Psychic Tormentor
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Moving through the cover of night
With battle hardened hate in their eyes
Anticipate the surgical strike
Unsuspecting victims
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony
Violence, the purest form, a primitive trait
The weak will inherit the earth pile on top of their graves
Survival is slipping the attack has already begun
Dominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choice
A vicious tradition since the dawn of man
traumatizing agony
Murderous revelry, smashing people to pieces
This kind of hate cannot be contained
Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again
Squalid and broken no match for the enemy
Too weak to fight back no chance for escape
Covered in their own blood
The surgical strike must go on
Ripping out organs they're hung on display
A message to others they'll die the same way
Covered in their own blood
The surgical strike must go on
(Solo: Rob Barrett)
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Moving through the cover of night
With battle hardened hate in their eyes
Anticipate the surgical strike
Unsuspecting victims
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony
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Patience is my ally
Design should not be rushed
Asperations long forgotten
Never left my mind
My rage must be controlled
My plans require time
My rage must be controlled until the time is right
Mastery of self control
Seething deep inside
Enemies oblivious
My ruse has made them blind
My rage must be controlled
My plans require time
My rage must be controlled until the time is right
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
My hate has been concealed
My time has come at last
My hate has been concealed but now the scum will die
Batter the face
Crushing the pompous fool
Retaliation
This was worth the wait
Endurance
Deception
Abhorance
Vengence
Wounds of the enemy
Oozing hypocrisy
Duplicatious slime
They are less than nothing
Twisted
Slaves to their vanity
They are beneath my feet
Only now can they learn
As my boot kicks their heads
Pitiless Tormenting
Resolve never wavering
contemptible pieces of human trash litter my life
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Victory was certain
They never saw it coming
Years of planning have paid off
Voice inside silenced
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Heads removed of their faces lay by me feet
Chopped and hacked their bodies detached
Eyes and teeth are violently smashed
Gruesome acts
I'm having strong urges to extract the brains
Overwhelmed with demented thoughts
Could it be that i committed these
Gruesome acts
Death is all i ever know
Gore is what i need to help satisfy me
Brains are all i ever crave
Can't deny my hatred for society
Blood so sweet upon my lips
Live a life of moribund abnormalcy
Born with only half a head
Can't deny my hatred for the intelligence
The Brain Removal Device
Drained again through the mouth the blackest blood flows
Save it for another day
Savor the vile abundance of
gruesome acts
Dead is like being alive
Stench of rotting death becomes irrelevant
Heads affixed to a machine
Peel the skin from random skulls exposing bone
Cracked open with vice like force
Spray my face with human slop, carnal splatter
Slave to my repulsive goal
To regain control beyond what's in my mind
The Brain Removal Device
Shredded brain tissue is mine
Succulent flavour is pure
Evil is personified
Dominance
Brutal conclusion forseen
Envisioned so long ago
The Slaughtered were unaware
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Contraption for hollowing heads
is forcing me to realize
Cerebreal obsession within is my reality
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Death is all i ever know
Gore is what i need to help satisfy me
Brains are all i ever crave
Can't deny my hatred for society
Blood so sweet upon my lips
Live a life of moribund abnormalcy
Slave to my repulsive goal
To regain control beyond what's in my mind
The brain removal device
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Rage, Taking control of my mind
Driving me to
Kill without mercy
I see red
Blood on
My hands
My knife
Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my heart
Pushing me to
Respond with violence
I spill their
Blood with
Vicious
Cruelty
Maniacal
Psychopath
Slash through the crowd of faces leaving a trail of bloody dead
Hold down the scumbag, slice off his ear, gouge out his fucking eyes
Pounding the human maggots, broken bones cause screams of pain
Femur pokes through the muscles in his upper leg, I wrench it out with force
Stabbing the faces
Knocking out teeth with my nail spiked bat
Internal damage
Trauma from beatings causes organs to burst
Maniacal
Psychopath
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Chunks of butchered victims cover the floor in my wake
Frenzied battery and slashing slung pieces of face on the ceilings and walls
Raging violence will consume all of my damaged brain
Ruthless murders are the only way to make this impulse abate
Maniacal
Psychopath
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Dangling above a vat of putrid muck
A rancid stench of foul decay never encountered before
Screaming in horror for I now remember my fate
I will be Submerged In Boiling Flesh
This cauldron will soon take my life
Upside down my mind is warping
Cannot break free
From teh shackles
Bloodied chains cut circulation
Losing reason
Gag and vomit
Blisters are forming all over my body now
Oozing with pus as they start to explode, fervent finality
The fumes and the vapors have perforated my lungs
Writhing and twitching from maddening pin
Why must i die like this?
Insanity not far away
Mental breakdown
Scathing havoc
Pray for death to come and get me
Inner anguish
Begins
Fear
Recieved
Relentless
Malignancy
Near the end is what I'm sensing
Must acccept it
Can't accept it
Last attempts to stop this nightmare
Cannot be done
I will be dead
Gone
Berzerk
While waiting
My life will boil
To struggle is useless
(Solo: Rob Barrett)
Plunge
Fatal
Paradise
Of the obscene
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Enter the tank
It doesn't take long
Epidermis dissolved
All that's left are my bones
It's a matter of seconds when defleshed in flesh
My body now part of sick mire
This chamber of liguefied humans that I have amassed is completed because i was last in line
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