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Mesopotamia Has Fallen
02:45
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The dogs of moloch have stormed the streets of Babylon
Club and Sabre torch and hunger
In desperate anger they’ve sacked the temple of Solomon and stolen its lesser keys
In ignorance their leaders have captured the children of El
Defiled the daughters of the divine feminine
They claim the old gods must reign once more
seeds of tradition flourish in scorched earth
They’re claims find support
Where the food carts are empty
The wells run dry as the rich pile gold to the sky and the ancient walls fall upon the people
Unable to wield the power of Goatia
A flawed circle’s drawn
A million souls sacrificed
Pazuzu flies forth with famine breath and rotting genitals
He demands one million more
He demands the holocaust of war
Every child sacrificed
Everybody under the knife
Mesopotamia has fallen
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Coffin Bong
02:16
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Among the corpses
where I belong
Just me and the coffin bong
So here’s a toke to glorious death
Ripped shit on rotted flesh
There’s no better high than what has died
Alive in my mind but dead on the inside
I grow the sweetest dro just by the grave of the old widow
And where the lamb lays upon the stone
From a young body a crimson bud grows
With shovel and spade
grind into the grave
Drill the carb
Light the casket
Euphoria awaits
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Tomb Stalker
02:24
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Contusion, confusion
Crimson sight drowns all light
Edge of the knife ends the illusion
Your life was but a shadow
Flung open the gates of rot
Catacomb city beckons from under the earth
Fear born anew in the heart of madness
A single step into the labyrinth
tomb stalker awakens
Bring forth the pestilence
Frozen breath
Every footstep brings death
lichen fingers reach out in darkness
Gone now the hope of youth
Creeping shadows
We surround you
All that have come before
The ones you knew are here in the tomb
Thrash (writhe)
Flail (writhe)
Struggle (writhe)
Stalker of the tomb
Thrash (writhe)
Flail (writhe)
Struggle (writhe)
Bound to the knife
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Iron Hoof
03:37
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Have I strayed too far from God’s light
Thirsting below the echo of fetid vulture wings
They black out the sky
As day is swallowed by howling night
Magma belly
Lungs spit the taste of pennies
Mouth struggles to form the words
“You are forgiven”
Only vomit parts my lips now
Plenty to puke upon the palms of Charon
His Black sails cut through shifting sands as light fades on the horizon
my mind knows no other hell than
the serenade of falling shells
For love of god!
For glory of conquest!
I have prayed and I have lain my sins bare o’savior
I wish but for a gentle stream
To live and love in peace
I feel the elder quake of armored tombs churning fire from below
A whisper turns to a booming bellow
“All shall fall to the immortal law
Our fortress has stood the test of time
History flows through life and death all at our behest
Even you o’ mighty nations
Every king, soldier, surf
All but dust trampled under the march of the Iron hoof”
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