1. |
Hot Coals for Branding
05:05
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Omnipotent voices carry in a circle chanting for immortality
See witches dancing
Hot coals for branding
The dark enchanting
In need of spanking
Anti-Christian is so scary to the people brainwashed into one way of thought
See witches dancing
Hot coals for branding
Malevolent arsenal!
And you will sign the book
And you will drink the nectar
Yes you will sign the book
And you will wear the mark and all your thoughts and prayers will burn away
The necromancing
Hot coals for branding
Pleasure outstanding
The violent spanking
Malevolent arsenal!
Give wine to the black magician
His time, his time has come again
Give bread to the black magician
His time, his time has come again
In flames, all the names
Mix the potion, stir the ocean, gaze in the cauldron, the angel hath fallen
And you will sign the book
And you will drink the nectar
Yes you will sign the book
And you will wear the mark and all your thoughts and prayers will burn away
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2. |
Shameful Kiss
02:29
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I beg to all the deities revolving in a pattern
Revenge is with the shameful kiss, bible thumping mantis
A cross burned in victim’s honor, a vice earned for evil winning
Entice hordes of black torches
Money buys rape
How much do you make?
You can always call upon your wealth
But it won’t do you any good in hell
A villain with no cape
How much do you take?
You can always blame it on the moment
Just like any other conscious rodent
Puritan cum again
Was it what you thought?
But the blood won’t clot
An identity in pieces
Money buys rape
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3. |
Epileptic Sermon
02:35
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Gigantic grief that grows
Homicides displayed in rows
Heart pumping cold sweat
Decimating body parts running out of breath
Tourniquet crucifix, mothers’ tits
To be a critic analytic and cut the wrists
Sliced to pieces tongue and feces on the list
Sacrifices cold and lifeless for me to fist
Mental disease that wills
A storm of molten chills
Decimating body parts running out of death
Cattle prod
Obliterating organs in the middle of a circle
Cattle prod
Insert and twist and turn so you can listen to the screams
Night stalker
More faces than an actor so you fall into my trap
Grave robber
I’ve found the perfect corpse to seduce my necrophilia
Night stalker
Grave robber
With rusted instruments repent your inner sins
Desecrating graves to expand on my work
Strangulation, specimens, augmentation
To be specific a lunatic with sick sensations
I cauterize them if I like them to keep for trophy
Epileptic drooling teeth out, fear and loathe me
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4. |
Artifact and Vessel
03:26
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Here they dig searching for remnants from an ancient time
Uncovering hexes that were meant to lie dormant
What have they done?
Opened up the pathway to the naïve soul
Beyond any practice of medicine
Beyond any language or doctrine
Pyramids hiding sorcery that needs a vessel
Dogs of war
Sun burning premonition clear
Cyclone in the sand pulling the ambition from the naïve soul
Beyond any practice of medicine
Beyond any voyage depiction
It’s the spirit world in physical form
Conduit
Demon loitering inside the vessel
Trespasser
Mouth spewing things of which they could not know
Complete integration stealing the heart beating from the naïve soul
Beyond any practice of medicine
Beyond schizophrenic demonstration
It’s the demon world in physical form
And there is no cure
But the allure is too much, far too much
Artifact and vessel
Here they dig
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5. |
A Mutilator at Large
04:44
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A swift act of annihilation
And the murderer must murder again
A face and body to die for
Gets a straight razor applied til the end
Betrayal carved into loyal skin
And the murderer becomes the victim
The victim!
Is it cold at the gates?
Or is there fire, does it blaze?
A dagger in the night
The pinnacle of fright
No guarantee of tomorrow
A masterpiece of giallo
A swift rush of stimulation
And the murderer is covered in evidence
Black lace and a lover to lie for
Gets a straight razor applied defenseless
Relentless!
Is it cold at the gates?
Or is there fire, does it blaze?
No guarantee of tomorrow
A masterpiece of giallo
A mutilator
Blood curdling
At large
Stabbing and stabbing
On the prowl
Beauty and brutality
Stabbing and stabbing
A mutilator
Blood curdling
Salivating over bludgeoned remains
Oozing out vitality
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
A mutilator
Blood curdling
At large
Giallo
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6. |
Critical Thinking
02:42
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Along came the jury wind
Nature’s mythical gavel
Strong and ever present
To exterminate another race
There’s no life in your heaven
It sounds absurd
There’s no proof in all the passages in written word
Casting spells into infinity and hoping to absorb
The art
About things that can’t be proved
Struggling with difficult truths
Weaker with every lesson
Take us to another place
There’s no life in your heaven
It sounds absurd
There’s no proof in all the passages and conjecture
The art
O the art!
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7. |
Templar
05:14
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Those who make the tough decisions based upon the after-life
Delusions of perversion
Evidence of intolerance buried under the church
Templar
The knights Templar
Templar
Holy ghost, the poles reversed electric charges
It’s the only explanation
To be mired down in bias in the halls of creation
Goes against the earth and all its’ glory
And the human condition
A cause statutory soaked in superstition buried under the church
Templar
The knights Templar
Templar
Holy ghost, the roles reversed
Collide
Crusaders from history and the present
There’s heretics in the distance who will fight forever
But still they ride
Crusaders from history and the future
There’s heretics in the distance from history and the present
And we will rise
Those who make the wrong decisions based upon the after-life
Delusions of perversion
Evidence of intolerance buried under the church
Templar
The knights Templar
Templar!
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