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Heart of the Lamb
06:09
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"Heart Of The Lamb"
Sinking your teeth into the heart of the lamb. A bloodbath, a murder, committed again. Haunted dimensions peer through animal eyes kept tightly in cages all their lives. Eating the frail body of Christ. Drinking the blood, the water of life. Blasphemy to the fullest degree. Bloodshed and murder, slaughter the beast.
Cycles repeat, perpetuated streaks. Eternal stench of carrion meat. All of the weight breaks down my mind. Satan deliver, bringer of light. Apathetic spirit close their eyes. Unmarked graves, forgotten lives. Wander haunted, pain bodies collide, trapped in darkest space of the mind.
The Goat’s symbolic nature, don't speak its name, you don't honor this power in any way. Crying, whining, animals dying. Blood soaked flags continually flying. Nations marked by the beast of the cross. A hunger for meat, bloodthirsty mobs.
Drinking the blood, the water of life. Under the pale glow of moonlight. Hour of the wolf, darkness of night. Heart of the lamb, blood covered knife. The epitome of human disease. This evil presence begs for release. Factory farms, home of the dead. Blood of the beast, covered in red.
A culture guilty of mass murdering, completely denying all suffering. Carnivorous nature enrapturing, carrion beast of humanity. Black corridors, corroded veins, goetia, murder, dismembered displays. Emptied of all sense of decency, disgraceful inaction, rationalizing. End this ceremony of complicity, cut the violent thread of history. Blood stains on the meat factory, another example of mad cow disease.
Cycles repeat, perpetuated streaks. Eternal stench of carrion meat. All of the weight breaks down my mind. Satan deliver, bringer of light. Apathetic spirits close their eyes. Unmarked graves, forgotten lives. Wander haunted, pain bodies collide, trapped in darkest space of the mind.
Defile landscape, heads on stakes, dying wounded in a pit full of snakes. Severed mortal coil, slit across the throat, the disembodied nature of the Mendes goat. Dead souls spill blood of the lamb, decaying bodies feed the goddess.
Drinking the blood, the water of life. Under the pale glow of moonlight. Hour of the wolf, darkness of night. Heart of the lamb, blood covered knife. The epitome of human disease. This evil presence begs for release. Factory farms, home of the dead. Blood of the beast, covered in red.
Anti carnist. We are Anti, Christ!
Bloodthirsty mobs would slaughter the lamb, deface natural beauty, spoil the land. From ages ago and to this day, blood sacrifices are taking place. Into darkest depths of negativity, an endless circle of cruelty. Lost your free will, you lost your mind, bewitched and cursed, dead animal signs. We lost our way, I completely despise the arrogance of humankind. Blasphemy to the fullest degree. Bloodshed, murder, slaughter the beast!
Drinking the blood, the water of life. Under the pale glow of moonlight. Hour of the wolf, darkness of night. Heart of the lamb, blood covered knife. The epitome of human disease. This evil presence begs for release. Factory farms, home of the dead. Blood of the beast, covered in red.
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Monotheistic Diatribe
03:53
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“Monotheistic Diatribe"
Upon countless dead haunted populations. Perilous periods of perdition. Millions of lives destroyed and taken by dancing flame of monotheism. Every soul lost to pious perversion, be rid us of holy consecration. This is a path of absolution. Pure destruction. Pure indoctrination. To put belief in a heavenly afterlife, over what is done to this world. A deathly aim to a heavenly cloud, while trampling life on Earth. Turning fertile soil into desolate plains, torturing animals, inhumane. Reincarnation to a starving nation, after devouring all of creation. Oh hear the cacophony, mankind out of harmony. Listen to the monotony. Spare me of your theology. Homophobic, religious cunts. Claustrophobic, sheltered fucks. Misanthropic, we've become. Monotheistic Diatribe is sung and oh hear the cacophony, mankind out of harmony. Listen to the monotony. Spare me of your theology. Suckers. Fuckers, dumbed-down. The dumbed-down modern man fails to understand. Clean the gene pool, kill yourself. Clean the gene pool, kill yourself. Unseen forces unearthed, the witching hour returns. You’ve summoned demons, desert legions. Kill yourself.
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Romance of Suicide
04:27
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"Romance of Suicide"
When the shadow becomes quite entirely embedded in sense of being, a threat to self and everyone surrounding. Lured to the romance of suicide. A scene behind a murderer’s eyes. Carving flesh for sanctuary with a cold, morbid mentality. Pain and blood coalesce. Circular thoughts of death. Defeated sense of purpose. Self-destructive habituation. In the frozen cold, a lonely darkened soul wandering through the forest in the forgotten realms. This is romance of suicide. Fuck, leave this all behind. Pain does not end in death, carry weight of the depressed. Those who left us, now deceased, imprint the air, feed the trees. A cold wind passes by, shadows move beside. Entering reincarnation. Apocalyptic repetition. This is romance of suicide, temptations of the weakened mind. This is the romance of suicide, to leave this life behind. Do you blame the shadow? Or your very soul? The darkest thoughts, the voice inside, who really has control? Or are you really that weak? Depraved and in defeat? Will you answer to yourself? What would your fore bearers think? Shame. Shame. Fuck it. Shame.
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Want No Part
04:30
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"Want No Part"
Weak fucking people. Pathetic placid minds. Complacent, docile. The ignorant lead the blind. Years of embedded conditioning. Breed of weak-willed soft society. The mainstream cognitive dissonance. Collective conscious ignorance. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. Paralyzed? Desensitized! While rotting away inside. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. I view your ways with contempt. The sordid, sullen state of modern man. Empty of honor, greedy and vain. While ancient signs go unrecognized. Separated? Isolated! Thoroughly decimated. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. I want no part in what you offer. I despise you and your culture. Scabbed eyes violently sewn shut. Poor bastards fail to sense, too dull. Meet your master. Greet disaster. Or take control of your soul! May the evil eye awaken the self, see through this modern obfuscation. Engulf with the torch within. Tend to the fields and heal.
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"Patriam Morbus Segregatorum"
Vermin spreading a pestilent plague. Disease ridden rodents lead the
way, and there is no honor, just shame in dormant mind of the modern
age. The hanged man is bleeding in the balance. The wheel of fortune
presents a challenge. Bound by the invisible thread. Surrounded by
the invisible dead. Even insects serve with purpose, while civilization
has lost all sense. Became unworthy of this Earth. Unaware of the
energies at work. The hanged man is bleeding in the balance. The
wheel of fortune presents a challenge. Bound by the invisible thread.
Surrounded by the invisible dead. Here they feel an endless hunger. A
pack of wolves circles closer. Here they feel an endless hunger. A
pack of wolves circles closer. Patriam Satanas. Serpitque status
malus. Patriam segregatorum. Morbus Satanas. Swept away with all
the decay. The nuclear fog creeps in, fate. The breeze, the mist, the
winters shade. The voices, calls, the echoes of pain. The hanged man
is bleeding in the balance. The wheel of fortune presents a challenge.
Bound by the invisible thread. Surrounded by the invisible, dead! Here
they feel an endless hunger. A pack of wolves circles closer. Here
they feel an endless hunger. A pack of wolves circles closer. Patriam
Satanas. Serpitque status malus. Patriam segregatorum. Morbus
Satanas. Hail to a dark creation under fading constellations. Upon
mountains of the dead, shadows gather up ahead.
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