1. |
Crystallized into Witch
05:37
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Born before the dinosaurs
Crystallized into a witch
Disposed into the sea
Leak terrible memory
Crystallized into a witch
Patent tingle make me rich
In the cabin made of worms
Patent tingle make me rich
Shirt keyboard pencil hand
Fragile ministry of lard
Guaranteed to cause you harm
Mutilation smeared body bag
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2. |
Onomatopoeia
04:51
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Oops, I spilled it on your life
Fed your body to the night
Stacks of people everywhere
Contraption made of goatbridge hair
Onomatopoeia
Wolves gather at the bottom of the sea
Hey, I’m a burned building
Your claws dig into me
Tensions in my heart are building
Narcolepsy hyperdrawing
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3. |
In the Loathsome Cord
04:16
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I am the storm that crushes your life
Black sludge falls in the abyss
Stuck in the mode of magicness
Undead screaming pumpkin wife
Funeral moon shooting laser beams at eagles
Carried away into the night
I ride a train of slugs into deep space
Unleash the hemophiliac decomposing
Government hyperdrive
In the loathsome cord
(It’s where I was born)
I will travel north
I will be ignored
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4. |
Vanilla Fantasy
04:22
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Erecting a black shrine
Memory of the infant soul
Filling my mouth with brine
Rampant love death patrol
Vanilla fantasy
The cold man is me
Living in a dream
Dead inside a yellow cave
Inhaling mountain air
Crooked blind got the plague
Colorful destruction snare
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5. |
Blank Stare
03:17
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Your life got no life in them
As I hack off your limbs
Replace my teeth with flowers
Insane mutation powers
Black ice
Blank stare
No hope
Despair
I'll save myself to kill you
Kill the lights and turn undead
Infinite night shines through
Post-human rat in my head
I drain my blood and freeze it
The moon in the sky oozes
I flap my wings in the dark
Becoming nightmare death shark
Shoot up bugs
Eat some guts
I wish I was in a rut
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6. |
Icestorm of the Butcher
04:46
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Summon monsters from the sky
Show me where I hide your corpse
Laser blizzard rays from my eye
Worshiping the civil war
Hey, baby
Watch out for the spiders when they crawl
Suppressed insiders frozen to the wall
I see the butcher come in my decline
Now it is too late to draw the line
Death is real, but not the truth
King massage the secret dessert
Modulating modern couth
Permanently bloated spine
Hey, baby
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7. |
Crushing the Fluid
04:04
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Butterflies bore through my ribcage
Sunlight shines into my ribcave
Strangled and ruined in a cellar somewhere
Bored cybernetic abyss
I’m not the one who’s gonna die tonight
You are
I’m not the one who’s gonna see the light
You are
Subtractive formulas won’t make it right
Awake at night: war fantasy
Swallow glass and bat my eyes
Snarky thrash metal ghoul
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8. |
Lady Claps
03:00
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9. |
Wow! Bone Butcher
06:32
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Wake up with bugs in my hair
Conjuring a full-scale ground invasion
Ripping apart your corpse of light
Formatted, blown out black metal
Wow! Bone butcher
I know that you can’t see
Bone butcher
Just stay away from me
Bone butcher
Coffins in the statue, bodies in the junkyard
Growing pansy legs on the hilltop
Slingshot my way outside of time
Apocalypse pig cop robot
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10. |
Individual at a Shave
03:32
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Manufactured in an underground cavern
Interrupted in the middle of pain
I am chained up inside the grim tavern
Promised land cadaver mystique
Bring me my mug of ale and my lamb
Make sure you smother it with mint jam
Born as a clone of an underground horse
Born in a trash bag – dead in a spaceship
Floating in a cryotank drowning in remorse
Evil underarm tendency
Don’t let go
Individual at a shave
Worshiping the sultan’s grave
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11. |
Loneliness of the Shadow
05:06
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Loneliness of the shadow
That’s all I’ve been since you left me
Crawling into my dark, dark hole
Livin’ like a mole rodeo
I’ve reached the gateway
Drown in the sea
Oh, baby since you left me
I’m empty
In the tavern in the lake
Shackled to a bomb that won’t explode
Chainsaw with me in my casket
Painting for the dead
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12. |
No Relation
03:19
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I want to commune with nature
Want to be your terminator
Gonna grow an umbilical sword
Autopsy inversion nord
Sifting through the shrunken cave
Crystals magnify my power
Kill the people I once saved
Attacking digestive flower
Decompose
Death on Mars
Funeral
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13. |
With Infinite Bile
04:19
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My hair tore off my skull
We keep the club hot tonight
We tie the prisoners to the hull
Temple ablaze blight
With infinite bile
I crawl down your throat
My black greasy smile
I’m cold in my coat
Exsanguinate the night with my wings
Defected into the leaky void
No one knows we’re frowning here
Advanced ripping werewolf
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My lungs are spiny and thin like deflated puffer fish and when I walk I drag rudimentary limbs behind me
My thick crust is like an ice sheet of northern ultimate brutal unbelievable miserable dark blackness
You could never deny the sound you hear replaces your infinite space with the coldest, blackest night
Classic goregrind zombie
What is ultra?
Production drips from my leguminous esteem
Locution of the black spire in mind tunnel vortex
Umber hulk rises from the murky depths
Swathed in plastic
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15. |
Analogue Plague Change
11:24
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Wrap the corpse in sheets of steel
Pistoning my fists into the sun
Accelerator tumor overdrive
8x6x6 vision pounding necro
Discombobulation
Raptor necrodeath
Excommunication of the galactic confederation of planets
Bursting with strength
My name is darkness
Brimming with tears
Ratsy with sharkness
Classically howling your birthday
Cut my head off – oh, wait I’m a witch
Witch is an evil species of immortal darkness
Frightening nightbreed panzergrim
Stone of the necromancer
Spiral wizard tower
Initiation Avalon
Collecting an exception pulp
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