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Reek of Putrescine
03:53
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In gilded palaces, lairs of pure excess
Symbols of wealth whither, reclaimed in decay
Luxury the lair of vultures, the stench of death abounds
Vomiting half digested carrion
Putrefied flesh covers the ground
The reek of putrescine
Like one thousand rotting corpses
An omen of your own decay
Rotting inside out
Your wealth is built upon death
Your lifestyle breeds decay
Necrophagic greed
The only thing you know
Opulent this sepulcher
Of your humanity
The vultures ghoulish feast of death,
A reflection of your soul
The fetid stench to haunt you
Until in the ground you go
Consuming greed
Litters the land with corpses
The fetid stench to haunt you
Until in the ground you go
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Her Stillborn Body
04:18
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Clawing for every inch of this construct of flesh and fat
Screaming for the ether that twists this monster of muscle and bone
Fueling its hell fire churning an engine of blood and hormone
Pain is the penance, violate the orders of man.
A minty scalpel sanitized and white
Cuts an incision deep as the soul
These forceps dyed blue as the sky
Pull forth the self from egoβs shell
A birth after birth barren of womb
A cursed form chiseled from exclusion
A moth dying in its own cocoon
An unnatural being drawn free from illusion
Clawing at its own world hostile to the stillborn body
Screaming for scared air oxidizing to the stillborn body
Agony her flame tempering to the stillborn body
Pain sunk into love for her and the stillborn body
Her stillborn body
Love yourself and your stillborn body
Love yourself and your stillborn body
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Look over the battlements
At the burning countryside
There the army of wicked madness
Besieges this castle of will
Feel the frozen wind
From the bleak outer world
The banner twists in agony
Tortured from the world around
The wind seeps through the walls
Whispering revelations of despair
It skulks in high lofted ceilings
A messenger of the fallen realm
The moat displays whitened bloated corpses
A cesspool where the slain float
For miles back their casualties are strewn
Ours burn on pyres smoke replacing sky
Listen to the sound of the pounding
Battering rams
Their black winged echoes
Fly down these desolate halls
Each catapult stone defeats the walls
We labor to repair what falls upon us
The bringers of insanity
Dance bizarrely
In celebration
Of their coming conquestβ¦
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Putrescine San Diego, California
Return to form death metal inspired by the great works of Carcass, Morbid angel, and the modern hellworld that is the political landscape.
Antifascist.
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