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Storm Chaser
00:42
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2. |
John Doe
04:28
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Exhumation begins
Testing for DNA
Could you be my family
Or an exercise in decay?
Mother, father
Could you be my family?
Brother, sister
Are you related to me?
A limited amount of time
Could be the final hour
Exhumation breakdown
The corpse turns sour
Break into the tomb
To get decayed flesh
To find the origin
I want to know who I am
Mother, father
Could you be my family?
Brother, sister
Are you related to me?
A limited amount of time
Could be the final hour
Exhumation breakdown
The corpse turns sour
Awful stench inhaled
Tomb is indisposed
Family mausoleum
Only my dead family knows
Who I am
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3. |
Charred Remains
03:24
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Exhumed from the grave
Symbolically you hang
Your corpse is not the same
Shattered remains
Back from the dead
Bleeding from your ears
Wrinkled rotted skin
The ritual begins
It's time to go down
Into the depths of Hell
Piled railroad ties
Soaked in gasoline
Your corpse is set aflame
Nothing now remains
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4. |
Bury Me
03:12
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Defecate then die
My soul will rise
The corpse that I leave
Please bury me
Please bury me
Please bury me
Blood spewing, bodies gutted
Corpses rotting
Eyes sunken, tongues thickened
Bowels moving
Urine leaking, life's leaving
Now I die - die!
Eternally deceased
To the earth I bequeath
I'm buried 6 feet deep
Let me rest in peace
Let me rest in peace
R.I.P.
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5. |
Cryptic Thievery
03:22
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Rob the tomb
At night with my shovel
I search for the site
A wealthy cadaver awaits
I begin to unearth
Open the crypt
I search for buried treasure
Where rich corpses are kept
A graveyard in Beverly Hills
Their trinkets kept me fed
As my shovel cuts into the dirt
I think of all the jewelry I get
When I tear the lid off your coffin
I get overwhelmed by the stench
I take your jewels
And hock them off
A guy's gotta eat
A grave robbing thief
Cryptic thievery
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6. |
Souls at War
02:58
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Lucifer calling
Calling for your flesh
The flesh of the godly one
Christ is falling, crying in sin
While nations lie bleeding in blood
Death is coming, coming to those
To the ones who break the oath
Head of the call, the call of evil
From the one, the unholy host
Souls at war, souls at war
Souls at war, souls at war
Souls at war
Souls at fucking war
Corpses scattered, lying about
Stench of death has sweetened the air
Holocaust of ungodly proportions
Has made the earth no longer here
Souls at war, souls at war
Souls at war, souls at war
Souls at war
Souls at fucking war
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7. |
Rise of Satan
02:56
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Bodies rise up from the ground
Deceased souls gnaw on flesh
Lucifer's freed at last
Laughing at the holy cross
Rising - again
Satan - now wins
Satan now has come to life
Prayer no longer any use
Arms outstretched for your god
Satan consumes your fucking soul
Dead souls - your friends
Satan - wins again
Rising - again
Satan - wins - now!
Rise
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8. |
Violate the Dead
04:00
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Ripping out your innards
Directly from your ass
Wishing you were dead
So you couldn't feel the pain
Screaming as you die as I contort your limbs
I fuck your still warm corpse
Cumming while it shakes
Violate the dead
Killing for the need
Violate the dead
Taste the putrid meat
Ramming fingers into holes
Trying to reach your womb
Hope to pull out a fetus
From our unholy tryst
Snacking on your cunt
Or whatever's tasting sweet
Hope for your rebirth so
I can kill you again
Rip your heart out again
Violate the dead
I'm killing for the need
Violate the dead
Taste the putrid meat
Your cold broken body
I have come to love
I think that I’ll keep you
For many more years to come
But I know by then you'll be just a bag of bones
But who could dispose of the one that they love
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9. |
Dispose of the Body
03:47
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Bleeding to death
Laid to rest
Covered with blood
I search for the spot
Dispose of the body
Rotting body
Dispose of the body
Rotting - body
Sickening stench
Of putrefied flesh
Decaying souls
Dig them a hole
Dispose of the body
The rotting body
Dispose of the body
Rotting - body
Dig a grave
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10. |
Burping Blood
03:00
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Consuming the dead
In its purest form
Drinking the fluid of life
Now I’m burping blood
Now I’m burping blood in the grave
It's fermenting as the body decays
Like wine, it gets better with age
I want a warm splash of blood in my face
Trickling down my throat
And running down my face
Ritually drinking
The blood from the dead
Starts my stomach to turning
Burping blood
Burping blood
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11. |
They Found Her Dead
02:49
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She felt at ease with my touch
She fell limp in my hands
She didn't notice the glint in my eye
Or my evil grin as I watched her die
They found her dead
I raped the bitch while she bled
Her naked body lie beneath me
Still warm but not moving
Not moving - not moving
Blood crustations on her skin
Is it hers or mine?
Who knows or fucking cares
Her tightness feels divine
Rigor mortis is setting in
But she still seems alive
I release my boiling seed
In her corpse I writhe
I writhe
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12. |
Dead Bodies Everywhere
02:50
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He walks the land
A lonely man
His choice of weapons
His own bare hands
Has no friends
Only hate
Taking lives
Exterminates
He kills
He never met them
He never will
Bad blood breeds an instinct to kill
He has no friends
No family known
He killed them all off
So he could be alone
Alone
Dead bodies everywhere
Inside his soul, nothing's there
But rage, hate and murder, despair
As the bodies pile, he sits and stares
He strips the flesh
The bones lie bare
Walks through the land
Without a care
To him, life is so unfair
Dead bodies everywhere
Dead bodies everywhere
They're dead
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13. |
She Stopped Breathing
03:08
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Meet the psychopathic killer
Not looking for a child of sin
Looking for a harmless victim
Take some fucking life again
She turned around
Saw that I was coming
Turned back around
And started running
Made up my mind
When I catch her, she will die
Picked up the pace a little
Kiss her ass goodbye
Taking life at her expense
She is just a bag of shit
Cancel out her right to breathe
Her earthly shell belongs to me
She passed on way too fucking easy
Her body bruised and bleeding
The sight, it fucking pleased me
Her mouth wide open
Her nose kept bleeding
Her skin was blue and cold
Cause she stopped breathing
She stopped breathing
She stopped breathing - slow
As we lie
Me alive and her dead
The cold, clammy skin
Became warm when I fucked her head
Some call me a sick, fucking bastard
Necrophiliac fucking scum
Beating, choking, killing and raping
Over, in and out, I’m done
I'm always needing
This fucking feeling
Her dead and bleeding
Cause she stopped breathing
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14. |
Mucous
03:50
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Doomed to Obscurity Records Sandpoint, Idaho
Independent record label that focuses on releasing (primarily) death metal that is in dire need of a reissue. Mostly centered towards CDs, vinyl could be in the future. Any suggestions are welcome!
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