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Hacksaw Necropsy
03:01
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a pyroclastic bashing against your primal brain
drenches of gore surround you, its driving you insane
know nothing but the gore that carves its way through your mind
stripping off the flesh, leave the bones behind.
A twisted mass of rot stretched over my face
a hammer in my hand, hacksaw lodged in place
strapped into your chair, you've escaped before
welcome to the family of raw fucking gore
appetite for barbecued flesh
I prefer my victims fresh
devouring the skin of man
with chainsaw in my hand
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Cemetery Man
02:31
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strolling through my graveyard at night
see the way by candlelight
browsing through the mountain of flesh
thinking which one ill take next
the stench of death is all around
bodies exhumed from the ground
when death is all I see
I must fulfil my needs
I am a necromantic
I am in love with the dead
I am a necromantic
I am in love with the dead
corpses vanishing without a trace
I keep them posed, pinned in place
this was a case that they would never solve
but my desires have evolved
I have a taste for flesh that bleeds
for me to plant my seed
an insatiable love for death
an urge to draw your final breath
I am a maniac
I am a bringer of death
I am a maniac
I am a bringer of death
solo
I am a necromantic
I am in love with the dead
I am a maniac
I am a bringer of death
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tore off in a frenzy shredding limb from limb
sealed into the basement the horror just begins
boiling all your bones to separate the flesh
feasting on the insides of your severed head
frenzied facial mastication
frenzied facial mastication
a frenzied rush of hatred smashing in your skull
slopping up the giblets and chewing on the pulp
bodies in the ground underneath the floor
the smell of rot and death is something I adore
frenzied facial mastication
frenzied facial mastication
in my human slaughter house the pain knows no end
and when im finished with you I might just skin your friend
eating those who's life I take by blade or saw
I am pound for pound the most viscous killer of all
frenzied facial mastication
frenzied facial mastication
frenzied facial mastication
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Totem of Scalps
03:46
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rising from the grave hatchet in hand
searching for those who defiled my land
chasing you down I take revenge
hacking you down I aim for the head
ripping off flesh and shattering bone
carving through your waichu head
skin your body and leave for dead
a pile of bones a mound of flesh
a totem of scalps, a desert of death
rising from the grave hatchet in hand
searching for those who defiled my land
stripped and senseless your run death at your heels
no where to go, scalps I shall reap
chasing you down I take revenge
hacking you down I aim for the head
ripping off flesh and shattering bone
carving through your waichu head
skin your body and leave for dead
a pile of bones a mound of flesh
a totem of scalps, a desert of death
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Apocalypse Domani
02:26
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luring all the kids with promises of treats
little do they know their maker they will meet
grinding up their arms and chewing on their flesh
brewing up a human stew run through with death
roaming through the city streets
looking for a slab of meat
no escape from your fate
cannibal attack
death and despair for those who cross
my path of blood and agony
feasting on those
who fall prey
to my pained
cannibal urges
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slithering
pulsating
festering
parasite
ripping through your spinal cord all your bones are broken
slipping through into your mind, orgasiatic explosion
trapped inside
loose your mind
nowhere safe
you cant hide
broken down into a pile of twitching sweating flesh
infection coursing through your veins you'll wish that you were dead
penetrating through your skin the parasite it lingers
in satiated by your death, it forever hungers
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Intravenous Maggots
03:21
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as your eyes fill with pain
for a breath your gasping
your my toy to resurrect
to your life your grasping
pin you down to the floor
driving nails into your spine
push you close to your death
for you know your life is mine
rising from my basement tomb ill tear you limb from limb
ill drag you down never found the torture just begins
ill crush your neck and run you through
take your life for pleasure
no escape from the house
by the cemetery
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