Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound.... . A village old, pillaged and raped,. houses rotten or burnt....
Slaughter house of death and gore. Brains and blood lie on the floor. You enter and meet your death. Buddy's axe caves in your head. Cut off limbs and severed heads.
Harken! Warriors, for our creator now urge us onwards.... Again we shall travel. To conquer and kill!. By sword, axe and hand.... Into the gate of stars....
Deserted house of morbid death. Chopped up bones and rotting flesh. All that enter will be killed. Cleaver splits your head in two. . Grinding up flesh.
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.. I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound.. An evil place once lovely and fair.. Its gardens are grey, sad voices of despair..
Knife tears through the flesh. Hatchet in the head. disembowelment. Violent blood splattered death. Bloodsoaked murder. Brutal Slaughter.
Razor cutting. Slicing the skin. Blood is spraying. Muscles ripping. . Cut the tendons. Veins are gushing. Sawing deeper. Skin is peeling. . Shredding the flesh.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Enter, House of horror. Murder, death and torture. Mansion of death, family secret. Morbid incest, insane bloodlust. Axe swings, limbs are chopped off.
Originally performed by Napalm Death. . In your mind. Nothing but fear. You can't face life. Or believe death's near. . A vision of life. On television screens.
Stripped and naked, raped and beaten. In blood she lies, alone to die. Nightmares torment the mind. Rage building up inside. No mercy for her cries. Revenge, they now must die.
An inferno fueled by hatred, sparked by thousands of lies. We are spouses at war where there is loathing galore. Oh the drama, oh the politics. Is our system compromised by backstabbers and pricks?.
Years have passed relentless killing. Piles of broken bleeding victims. Gruesome sight of walking decay. Soon to be returned to the grave. . Hunting for fresh blood.
Don't make this hard. It aint gotta be so tough. We can figure it out. Atleast thats what I tell myself now. And I aint tryna be bold. But we've got another love story untold.
Holding the secret. For life beyond death. Inject the fluid. Into the fresh dead. . Reanimation. Corpse now awakens. . Mass overdosing. Dead raging insane.
Verse 1:. I been watching you. Ohh. What a view. You just seem to say. All the right things. Cant control myself. Im falling too soon. If you catch me weak.
Searching for blood. Killing humans. Craving for flesh. Bloodlust for death. Gnawing on the mangled corpses. Stripping, tearing skins from the bones. Rabid hunger.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah Yeah. Yeah Yeah. . Its been a long time. And I havent been smoking. So its only one thing on my mind. How to get this out my system. Cause I do is think about you.