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The sour blood in their bloodstreams...
Raped spirits - a bleeding mess
The sole survivor screams
And takes his violent death
Voices from the other side
Voices from the other side
Without flesh, without blood
Ribless and skinless -
Something dead convulses with tortures
One faith - one god
There is nothing to fall back on.
Like the pigs in a slop - they are the humbled creatures
One face - one god
There is nothing to fall back on.
Like the pigs in a slop - they are the humbled creatures
The sour blood in their bloodstreams...
The sole survivor screams...
Voices from the other side
Voices from the other side
Let 'em in to your dying mind.
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Slaying for Karma
03:31
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Merciless heart of the assassinator
Who has no compassion and has no rue.
He feeds my fears, worships my flesh
His eyes are full of insanity
His sins are the nasty gash
Teeth are like the razors stick into my throat,
Til it bleeds, til I drop, to the last drop of my blood.
Slaying for karma
Desperate attempt
To open the gates of Hell.
Misanthropy and hate
That are locked in metal chain.
He feeds my fears, worships my flesh...
Claws are like the needles dig into my skin
Sudden attack becomes my phobia, my paranoia!
Teeth are like the razors stick into my throat,
Til it bleeds, til I drop, to the last drop of my blood.
Slaying for karma
Desperate attempt
To open the gates of Hell.
Misanthropy and hate
That are locked in metal chain.
The predator's assault -
Instant death awaits me here.
Postmortem - descent into obscurity.
Slaying for karma
Postmortem - There's no justice.
Human or beast of prey.
Desperate attempt
To open the gates of Hell.
The final breath is a real stunner
I was chosen by death - slaying for karma.
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Symbol of God
03:35
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We start dying the moment we're born,
All resistance is vain.
Repentance goes to the bone,
Pray louder, but god will not hear your pain...
Disorders - commotions inside our heads,
We are exposed, we're accessible to death.
Disasters - heaven is full of mud ,
Put up your hands as though begging -
This is your symbol of god...
Symbol of god
Disorders, commotions inside our heads,
We are exposed, we're accessible to death.
Everlasting salvation - misleading the whole mankind,
We are not ready to lay our lives
On the line for this symbol of god...
We start dying the moment we're born,
All resistance is vain.
Repentance goes to the bone,
Pray louder and god will hear your pain...
Lashes - burns and lacerations
Pretend and spit a blessing out.
Accept this world of desecration,
This tomb is our symbol of god.
Accept this world of desecration,
This tomb is our symbol of god.
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Blood Soaked Revenge
04:19
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Shrine of death
Sepulcher of odium
Pregnant with a monster
Of insatiable craving for blood
He's learned to look and hear - hear
Grovel on your knees
And beg for mercy
Fresh blood - painful cuts
They are locked up inside, waiting to die!
Their eyes are filled with fear - fear
Trails of blood on the road of slaughter
Just one road to vengeance. Die! Die! Die...
Demon of delirium is
Your mental disturbance.
What's wrong? And what's right?
When death will find its place in all of us...
We are the victims of hysteria - hysteria
Trails of blood on the road of slaughter
Just one road to vengeance. Die! Die! Die...
Blood soaked revenge.
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Creator or Destroyer
03:28
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Souls are the random servants
Inside our rotting shells.
Reliable repository of the sins.
Gods were doomed to torments,
Left without faith
The rivers of lives turned into fire winds.
Is the soul creator or destroyer?
There is no telling... How can I tell?
Body is a prison for the human rage,
A temple of diseases, a refuge for revenge.
Nothing but repugnance and blood feud
People are creators of their disruptive mood.
Death is revelation for the puny hearts,
Oasis for the wanderer, a prayer for the gods.
Stony mask of apathy and wounded pride
But it's an unbearable pain inside...
Relentless sand storms
Are the resource of human bones.
Death valley for the warrior race.
Did our hands create that or destroy that?
I think I know - they created this Hell.
Are the souls creators or destroyers?
There is no telling... How can I tell?
Ruins of the nation
Ruins of the war
Ruins of the civilizations.
Wastes of the human lives.
Ruins of the nations.
Where discretion dies.
Ruins of the nation.
Ruins of the waaaar
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In Agony
03:22
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A row of grey faceless figures are haunting me,
Hoping my soul's dead inside, those arms me in.
More dead than alive, there's no reason for their existance,
Hysterical blindness occurs in a time of decline.
Mutilated faces
Enchanted by death.
They're looking for the traces
Of the past tangible wealth.
The world now is on its knees
Choking with blood.
Howling in our tears,
It wades through the mud.
A screaming mod flays rotting corpses,
Facing the enemy.
Exhausted souls dissolve in voices
And suffer in agony.
Painful death is a dream for agony.
The crowd is hungry
And ready to torn me to shreds.
I hear the voice is angry
Over my head... 'Get out or be dead!'
Their eyes are empty,
And faces frozen in irony.
My thoughts are getting frantic...
Suffer in agony!
My mind benights me
My thoughts destroy me.
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Bloodstained Mars
05:23
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Lifeless ground
Which is covered with the gore.
A faint sound of devastation
That foretells a ruthless war
Let there be a total desolation!
What caused the planet's death?
The Universe keeps silence...
Invasion force occupied the space
And threatened us with violence.
Divine retribution left deep scars
On a surface of bloodstained Mars.
Some of those who have left the dying Earth
Will be killed by Mars with no remorse....
Lifeless ground
Which is covered with the gore.
A faint sound of devastation
That foretells a ruthless war
Let there be a total desolation!
Never forget in whose hands you will die by
Assassinations and outrages...
This planet has no more chance.
Assassinations and outrages
Is this the end
Of bloodstained space?
Divine retribution left deep scars
On a surface of Bloodstained Mars.
Some of those who have left the dying Earth
Will be killed by Mars with no remorse...
Bloodstained Mars
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The Antagonist
03:25
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Hands are covered with blood
You must conquer something inside
Your dawning consciousness
The bleeding fist became a beast ...
Antagonist! Ahhaharr... Go!!
Schizophrenia is a real foe
You can't fight your fear anymore.
Its eyes devours you
Like starving worms
What your fear is?
A putrid sack of bones.
Antagonist!! Anta-go-nist!
Schizophrenia is a real foe
He made it clear - he is beyound your control
Its eyes devours him
Like starving worms
What he is up against?
He doesn't really knows.
Hands are covered with blood
You must conquer something inside
Your dawning consciousness
The bleeding fist became a beast ...
Anta-go-nist!!
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Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole were I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my blade
Your body is so pretty but how will it look
When my perverted lust is stilled
No one to save you no parents or friends
Because they've already got killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour of your blood from your open body
Is all I wanted to see
Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
Means satisfaction to me
Pleasure to kill
Hear my heartbeat as you see me upon you
Tears in your eyes I do not care
Listen now to the motor of my chainsaw
Open your eyes don't be scared
Look into my eyes do you see any love?
The only thing is agony
Now I can't wait to give you the good pain
Die now and be free
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour of your blood from your open body
Is all I wanted to see
Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
Means satisfaction to me
Pleasure to kill
Now that my mission is done
Your body forgotten has been killed
I return to the cemetery
And my bloodlust is stilled
My coffin is open for me
I lay down and rest
Nothing will set me free
And so I kill until excess
Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole where I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my blade
Your body is so pretty but how will it look
When my perverted lust is stilled
No one to save you no parents or friends
Because they've already got killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The colour of your blood from your open body
Is all I wanted to see
Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
Means satisfaction to me
Pleasure to kill
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