Deep in the forrest where few men have been Stands a house black as sin All who have been there are dead or insane Shocking things lurk within All
The self-mutilation Necrosis of the soul Dark is the shadows of life Hot as Hell You take the matters into your own hands From now on it's downhill A
An excursion in science Becomes a bloodbath hosted by nature A closer look at life Slashed, dismembered and eaten raw Feast for the wild Mauled Chewed
with the crustaceans Could find my way to Mariana On a wave of mutilation Wave of mutilation Wave of mutilation Wave Wave Wave of mutilation Wave of mutilation Wave of mutilation
I remember the future A new beginning of time
For everything around me i experience is cold and dead The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste Therefore i must spill and serve The blood
Where I came from?I must return No more, nothing left to do No other mission Weak and devastated The strength had gone Don?t want to know more Don?t
The bloody history from the past Deceased humans now forgotten An age of legends and fear A time now so distant Less numbered as they were Their lives
Pillars supporting sky crumble Sun moon the stars pour down Rivers and oceans rush where the earth sinks Great conflagration quenched by raging flood
The sweet smell of warm blood, It fills the air Your fucking guts Splattered everywhere Ghoul!!!! The suffocating stench Of corpses putrefying, I love
In these nights of Magic Where the great pain is obscured By the fantasy dragon made real By the powers of lingering trauma I looked beyond the dawn of
They speak... In the garden of the prophet Divine madness... The order of the cosmic immoral For what is humanity If not forlorn And crawling to my hands
In the century where man dies We the huntress of the hollow hills Must put ourselves above pity Above self deception as law We must be again as once were
[l: Maniac] I am the key of dark passion I drink my blood, I eat my flesh A serpent kiss I give to woman A voyage through vortex scapes. Serpent of
All the stars in the North are dead now All hte morals of wasted human...Debris Walk with me into the night Do not remove the cobwebs or war clinging
Violent torture, Death has arrived, Armageddon, Terror and fright, Bleeding corpses, Rotting decay Anarchy, Violent torture, Antichrist, Lucifer, Son
militant men in peaceful times attack themselves militant men in peaceful times attack themselves militant men in peaceful times attack themselves militant
They speak... In the garden of the prophet Divine madness... The order of the cosmic immoral For what is humanity If not forlorn And crawling in my hands