We're gonna die when the sun comes up. We'll drink until we drop. . My blood is 100 proof. . We're gonna stumble, twist and crawl. 99 bottles of beer on the world.
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . [solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath]. . Pulling the morbid stiffs.
The return of nuclear god. Alien militant. Doomsday machinery. Cybergoat war. Alien jesus will fuck your face. Your soul. Hell on earth. Alien jesus force.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Desiccated flesh I peruse. Your vacuous form is devoid of all life. Poetry in motions.
[music - Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage, Sean McGrath, and Leon del Muerte]. . Mastication starts the process. Transforms the food into bolus.
Silently we have been observing you. Watching closely your every move. Taking notes of your sickening motives. Gaining information of your forces. Preparing our men for the impending fight.
[music - Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . The surface teeming with the most noxious infestation of all. Through touring endeavours we will ensure humanity's fall.
Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong. Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone. A new beginning to the physiological. But as we decompose, the pain is unbearable.
First degree, one simple step, just burn your skin with a cigarette. For the second degree, take a knife, slowly slice and let it bleed. And for the third degree, drink your urine, let the sour taste fill your.
Faster than speed of light. We rise from the grave. To steal your souls. To exterminate. We are satan's soldiers. Invisible force. We will spread the plague.
[music - Andrew LaBarre]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Icy liquid fills your lungs. A gushing salt water sluice. Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol.
music - Andrew LaBarre. lyrics - Ross Sewage. . Parasitic worm buried in a womb. Another being born for our abuses. To serve mankind, it need not grow up.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe. Acquired for a blood bath. . In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying.
[music - Ross Sewage]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . Exhumed, debauched and consumed. My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk. And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy.
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . [solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath]. [solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte].
"I wait alone in the dark, for the gates to unfold;. Far and distant You are, far and distant... ..and so cold.". . You - Thee so weak in belief;. Everything you must see;.
I wake up to the sound of frost creaking in the walls. I crawl to the door to confront its cold breath. . First morning after the long autumn. Exitement fills my heart.