- 6. Still Born Defect
The prayers are never forgiven.
These saints are forced to sleep.
A withered redemption.
Scorn the final bits of faith.
When, the silence takes control...
When does this light end?
When does this light end?
- Abyss
Behind this face - is negative
Behind your back - you're a piece of shit
So what if I don't care
So what if I wish you were dead
Scarred up and bruised
Left alone to hate
This blood is sour
Genocide is the deadliest power
- Blood of the Titans
Embrace the ritual for this sacrifice
Bring together the darkness and light
Summoning the spirit of a warrior
It displays strength beyond normality
Brand the star of infinity
There will be an affinity in each nomad
Each lone wolf will guide their own pack
This is the answer to the revolution
- Carnal Consummation in the Empty Space
Colonized worms searching for Omega's seed...
This placid touch from the Devil's codex
The desert's curse of demon shades...
Putrefied shadows from their sullen fury
They writhe corpses for their blood lust cancer...
Nightmarish wasteland of the relic race
I saw hell in the empty space
- Diagnosis
Medicate this violence rape my mind
Settle these voices that make me kill
No way to save me
No way to save me now
Never free
Never heal
never free
- Disgraceful Treason
Our shadows betray the father
Our dark rites behold
We welcome a parasite
To disease the paradise
Oh father, do not pray
Torched to rot, pleasures decay
Oh father, do not pray
Holy rot in the darkest day
- EMDR
Pulsing Shock
Injecting Nightmares Into Memories
Torn Apart
Dig A Hole Into A Place Inside The Mind
Traumatic Distress
Traumatic Distress
Traumatic Distress
- Flat-Line
Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self reflect
The suffering bastard
Self reflect
Worthless disciple
- Flatline
Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self reflect
The suffering bastard
Self reflect
Worthless disciple
- In The Acts of Violence
Bash your sick face.
With my fist, you’ll pay.
Irate, in me.
With my hate, you’ll see.
Gut your flesh pig. (REPEAT)
Chorus:
- Killer Instinct
I feel sick, when the evil grows
Teaching me how killing goes
Every night the demons speak
Telling how to kill the weak
Killer Instinct (x4)
I strip your flesh in the darkest place
- Nyarlathotep's Children Of The Void
Oh, bestial Sphinx. You foreshadowed the crucified race
I am your disciple, and you are the depraved sire
Invoke the highest fire, to cleanse the hapless kin
Invoke the blight wounds on our livid skin
La! The old one
La! The lord of the dead
La! The father of scum
- Portrait Of Homicide
I'll rip the heart out and let you bleed
Drained blood from the severed thoat
It's homicide, display the corpse
Seduce the suck mind... with murder
Killer
Punished
Painted with blood
I'll rip you tongue out
- Seething the Flesh in the River of Phlegethon
Boiling of noxious flames
Crawling beneath from Heaven's decay
Hades has sheltered the damned, away from the supernal circle
Bathed... Bathing in a heathen's womb
The Nether hands are placed firmly, pulling angels down into the lair of the anti-Christ
Hear the demented screams
From shadows sentenced to burn
- Slasher
Pierce/cut/torn, into dead flesh
Rip/dissect/carve, into dead flesh
Slit your throat, then you die
Twitch your blood, this is your time
Slit your throat, no chance to survive
Soul exile, this is your time to die
Slasher
- Slasher музыка из клипа Мой Кровавый Валентин
Pierce/cut/torn, into dead flesh
Rip/dissect/carve, into dead flesh
Slit your throat, then you die
Twitch your blood, this is your time
Slit your throat, no chance to survive
Soul exile, this is your time to die
Slasher
- The Ancient Draining Room
Vertical, upside-down decomposed sculptures
Bearing this violent ritual
A gallery of maimed art
Stretching and sectioning threw specimens
Stretching the rib cage wide open
Pouring down, feeble blood
Stains of horror...Bled from the new found dead
- Torture Device
Broken fingers, cut wrists
Violence within, embrace the bloody fist
so let's hear you scream
you're fucking dead
Torture with hate, torture be painful
torture device, torture with hate
torture be painful, torture device
- Where Angels Die
Be welcomed, to the city of damned souls
Ories, bellowed... Screams be forgotten
Broken wings
Sorrow of the wounded ones
Sorrow... be forsaken
We're buried where Angels die
We've lost to the tears forget the heavens