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Death's Embrace
05:55
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You decided to end your life, to close the black book of existence.
Without a word, without regrets.
Leaving us in depression.
Leaving us on your traces.
We remember the happy times you have been close to us.
Those times are not forgotten but now seem so far away.
The night tirelessly whispers your name, but you will never come back to us...
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Morbid Path
06:39
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I follow this path, this way to death.
A long road to Hell, a short life to end.
This is the morbid path which overwhelms my heart with woe.
Nevermore the cold daylight will blind my eyes.
Nevermore the gentle wind will caress my skin.
All is dark, all is dust, all is dead.
Depressed souls, lost in void.
A dark gate is rising, consuming darkness.
Come on Evil!
Show me the way!
Show me Hell!
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The Annihilation Song
06:28
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Destroy each life on earth!
Destroy the universe!
Destroy your twisted mind, fuck off, die!
Destroy all that was born!
Destroy sanctums and thrones!
Destroy my twisted mind, fuck off, die!
Annihilate, enjoy the taste.
Existence is nonsense.
Exterminate, it’s your fate.
Condemn!
This is the hatred song, the poison through my veins.
Nothingness is our future.
This feeling is so pure!
Human pigs are a disease.
The only cure is the shotgun fire!
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Vere Papa Mortuus Est
06:38
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The crimson robe has clothed the bloody stench of Death.
Under the holy miter a wax skull awaits.
It greets the young daylight with a placid pout.
Nevermore these lips will sough the Latin mass.
A smell of piss and shit floods the Holy See.
Brothers! Mourn this senile wreck!
In a macabre dance the pope's soul flies.
Salacious rape of the virgin cherubs.
The angelus gives rhythm to those sexual antics.
The holy balls, hammering those pinky asses.
Hear the pain of the Vatican’s children!
I can see the gates of Eden.
I can smell heavenly sodomy.
This is the reward from Christianity!
The white smoker has just sat on the Holy See.
Brothers!
Hail this senile wreck!
Habemus Papam!
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Council room, tacky shadows.
Sweating in moldy clothes of silk.
Sitting on woody rows of wick.
The cunt seals the gloom. Mary hallows!
A higher wedding, a weary wimp.
An usher following the whining gimps!
This rat enslaved to an old lair, sat enthroned on a holed chair.
Pledging definitely, to withdraw his penis.
Wedging eminently, wisdom with syphilis!
Duos habet et bene pendentes.
Deo gratias!
Emerging from a cardinal’s dress, wizened hand tests out the land. Emerging from a seminal mess, heathen hands press on the brands!
The profession’s made, the procession’s laid!
Sultry, wriggling hump, sneaks out of all silks!
Slutty-giggling dump, sick bag of all licks!
The Priapus in his feces leads a sprawling rapture.
The prior puss in chalice, bleeds a scrawling Scripture!
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I'm Glad You're Dead
06:14
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My clammy eyes are radiating with contained joy.
My bleeding lips are torn in such a vicious smile.
Tonight be sure my piss will drown your virgin tomb.
I paid your mortician for raping hard your corpse.
I made with your anus a wonderful ashtray.
I'm getting drunk on your grave, chirping your epitaph.
Although the black worms will dissolve you forever.
These loathed memories will harass me to the end.
Your ugly face printed on this toilet paper, unrestrained and greedy mop kissing my ass.
My dark hate venom spreads on your inbred bloodline.
I promise this is the very last fucking shot.
Oh bitch I’m glad you’re dead!
I wish I could be the bullet in your head!
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Yersinia Pestis
05:40
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My dear dark shitty lady, in your gaunt arms smiles still freeze.
Invite to this morbid feast, all your plague creeping children.
Grant us an infectious kiss.
Feed us with your sweet buboes.
A rusty scythe splits the sky, while a sick frog rain poisons the air.
The sticky vermin will flow from your swollen vagina.
Rats, worms, cockroaches and flies, these are your rank disciples.
Holy fever warms my heart.
Take my last breath in your claws.
Dear make me dance till the end, lead me down to Hellfire.
Once again the time has come.
Dear mother we beg your blessing.
Yersinia pestis returns.
A black gift exhumed from the past.
A reek of filth enters the hearts.
Your feces are a delight.
The bell tolls a new era.
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The Bloody Seal of Death
04:58
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This thorn crown, that lacerates your flesh, stains your immaculate halo with bloody dew beads.
These nails that broke your bones, suspend your nude carcass in the sky.
Crucified on a wooden cross, hooked as a forgotten piece of cold meat.
Pissing blood and urine, crying in unbearable pain, you realize that you are alone.
This is not your fucked virgin mother who’s going to save your ass.
Your celestial father remains impassive to your cries.
The crowd disappeared.
Brothels are now filled with lustful revelers.
No handjob for you tonight, only the warm kiss of death.
Can you see this sullen light reddening the entire sky?
No gods, no angels, nor demons... only death.
This is the bloody seal of death!
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In a Pig's Eye
06:00
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At the bottom of a muddy trench, swarming in disordered coarse mass.
Screaming, pushing, striking furiously.
Mankind steeped in its own feces.
Amen.
As a fall in the bottomless well of decadence.
Beings as sheep, flow into the coldest void.
Vicarious lives flow into warm prostitution.
Look at your creatures creeping like blind larvae.
Dark winds promised the parasites will be erased.
We are all pigs eating shit with a smile.
Bipeds, we are no better than worms.
Filthy congenital herd, for dust we are, and to dust we will return.
Sucking in turn the hard and strong shepherd’s dick.
Bleating in choir the divine words.
The elite of universe?
In a pig’s eye you are! Incompetent, ignorant and weak!
In my eyes we are!
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