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Come the time when you will face the poverty of speech
Will you rise or bow before the schizophrenic weak
By your hands
You have pushed away those close
Always with your words that manifest and crucify
Self inflicted wounds that redirect and pacify
No one listens
No one listens
No one listens now
But you will make them hear
Just for a moment
Artificial words
Written by a fool
Damning all the whores
Frightened by your lust
Such pathetic lust
By your hands
You have killed and maimed those close
And the voices try to ruminate and place the blame
As the bullets pass through empty flesh that has no name
You can't understand
The blood upon your hands
By your selfish hands
Staring at your unknown victims
Feeling no redemption
Proving you are heartless
Time to eat a bullet
A hollow point
There is no point
A hollow point
There is no point
Came the time when you did face the poverty of speech
And you chose to give into the schizophrenic weak
No one listens
No one listens
No one listens now
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Unholy Rapture
03:24
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Invoke the holy scripture
Wash it down with gasoline
And burn the selfish martyr
Make him suffer, make him raise the dead
As the sky runs red
Provoke unholy rapture
Watch it drown with the unclean
Who prey upon a savior
Make them suffer, make them praise the dead
Lost inside a rotting maze of endless carrion
Drifting in a blood filled haze from the delirium
Killing all the gods
Tearing at the flesh
Gorging all the maws
Worshiping the death
That we fear
Ride upon a putrid wave of ever seething lust
Feast upon the whores and slaves until the world is dust
Killing all the gods
Tearing at the flesh
Gorging all the maws
Worshiping the death
That we…
Always find
In our minds
Though we lie
We are bound to fear
We hold it so dear
Destroy this tired structure
Spread the seed of ignorance
And reap the heathen’s bounty
Free to suffer, free to love the dead
Praise the dead
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Descent
03:52
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Dead languages of spite
Dark nothingness takes control
Lost memories of light
Pulled to the void with our souls
And so we lay in wait
For end of days and the final cleansing
And so we learn our fate
Is of the worm and their never ending reign
Rulers of the fresh decay
Quietly they lay their eggs
Simple is their purpose
Eaters of the dead
They have bored into our minds
And whisper tales of dread
They will guide us
To the hollow
We must follow
Driven by the madness in our brain
Simple is their reason
They will be reborn
And they mock us and our pride
As we are left forlorn
They will guide us
To the hollow
We must follow
Driven by the maggots who say
We will guide you
To Valhalla
You must follow
Driven by the madness in your hate infested drug ingested brains
Worshipping your sad remains
Turning in your rotten graves
Dead languages of spite
Dark nothingness takes control
Lost memories of spice
Pulled to the void with our souls
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Pile The Dead
05:03
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Welcome to a world created by the system
Can you feel the wasteland feeding their addiction?
I am their greed
I am their fame
Now they are psychopaths who love to play their games
I am their lust
I am their goal
Now they will lose it all and swear they're in control
Oh, the workings of the damned, they've sold the passion that they once had about live
Welcome to a world created by a savior
Can you feel their weakness twisting into valor?
I am their strong
I am their bold
Now they will sacrifice and do as they are told
I am their just
I am their fair
Now they will give it all to ritual and prayer
Oh, the preaching of the saved, they've learned their mission to serve as slaves to a god
From the mountains of the dead
I will paint the landscape red with blood
I am the parasite that bores into your inner seed
I am the irritant you scratch until you love to bleed
Symbiotic siren
Embryonic virus
Necrotrophic being
Replicating freely
Welcome to a world created by extremists
Can you feel the freedom pouring from their slit wrists?
I am their peace
I am their hell
I am the anarchist who poisoned all the wells
I am their black
I am their white
I am the sun that sets before their endless night
Oh, the greatest irony, they die as fools so innocently with a smile
Climb the mountains of the dead
Place your crowns upon my head and kneel
I am the carnivore that sits upon my rotted throne
I am the insane king that rules this land of flesh and bone
Bow Down
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The White Light
03:53
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High above the horde
Shouting to my massive legion of the thinking dead
We will pass through flame
And atop the white plume mountains we deny your reign
As the darkness takes control
Let the white light burn a hole
Through the gates of hell
Casting off the savage instinct that we know so well
To the ether plane
Where we hear the love eternal whispering our names
As the darkness takes control
Let the white light calm your soul
As we're called back to the source
We must never feel remorse
We are one with energy
A ceaseless synergy
We process what we we've learned
And wait for our return
To the corporal
Feeding off the savage instinct that we know so well
We are just machines
Programmed with the path to eden written in our dreams
As the darkness takes control
Let the white light burn a hole
All the love and all the hatred
All at ease and all the tempted
All the peace and all the guilty
All the foul and all the beauty
Burns
It burns
As the darkness takes control
Let the white light calm your soul
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Mass Murder Phenomena Cleveland, Ohio
Some say we're old school, but we're not nostalgic. Some say we're death metal, but Ryan’s vocals are mostly understandable. Kyle from Incantation said we sounded like old school Tiamat, so you can judge us on that. In our eyes, Mass Murder Phenomena is simply metal. You drink beer and headbang to it. ... more
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