1. Exordium: The Fall Of Christ

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2. Sodomizer

Kill!
Carving your skin, removing traces of flesh.
Ripping through your guts, the knife comes back again.
Shattered faces longing for the end.
Don't waste your breath,
The torturing begins.

Hell awaits you, the darkness greets you.
The dimmest light you've ever seen. They're opening their gates.
Awake to find you're losing tons of blood.
The shock that brings you to your demise.

Longing for the taste of blood.
I'll seek, I'll kill, and waste a human form.

Running. Your legs are getting heavy.
You're losing tons of blood.
The shock that brings you to your demise.
Overwhelmed with pain, fight to live or rot in hell.

As the bodies are wrapped in dust,
The skull is crushed,
The bones will rust.

Slicing you apart.

3. God Demise

I feel the ground before my feet. Its wretched dirt.
The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirst.
I've touched the hand of god and crushed in his fucking teeth.
Undying, undead, reach for you beneath.

I set my paths for you,
To unanswered cries.
I spill the blood off my hands,
And now we watch you die.

As dawn is rising full of death, he'll beg to me.
His carcass fills my eyes.
Demise of all holy.

It's all over. These streets are fucking bare.
They never knew the end was drawing near.
The tears that shed, the blood that ran.
This is how it all began.
Our greatest fears have come to damn.
This is now the fall of man.

As dawn is rising full of death, he'll beg to me.
His carcass fills my eyes.
Demise of all holy.

I feel the ground before my feet, its wretched dirt.
The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirst.
I've touched the hand of god and crushed in his fucking teeth.
Undying, undead, reach for you beneath.

4. Remain In Dirt

Waken upon thee.
Your mouth fills with dirt.
Tortured and you scream.
Your veins begin to squirt.

Splitting of your spine.
The neck will start flush.
Tortured and you die.
Your skull, I will crush.

I see your face in the ground. Face down to death.
It's vague to me. Carnage and bodies.
Splice the flesh. Hell is upon you.
You'll never rest.

Hear the crunching of your bones as I twist your limbs apart.
Tear out your ribs to expose your beating heart.
Slice through your throat. Cut you ear to ear.
Taking your life. Death is drawing near.

Into the woods I take your still self. Stiff and cold.
Trails that lead to a bloody hollow.
Your face I hold...dead.

Hear the crunching bones.
Tearing out your ribs.

Reaching for me,
You kick and scream.
You will not stop me, and I will feed.

5. Left To Rot

You're wasting your time.
There's nobody there.
Close your fucking books because nobody cares.

The skies are empty.
We're on our own.
What makes you think that we're not alone?

Stories, bullshit fantasies.
It's nothing, I will make you see.

When it's over and you're rotting in your tomb,
You didn't think this would be happening to you.
Another godless soul is growing in the womb,
You didn't think this would be happening to you.

How have these lies reached this far?
They have proved nothing,
Just built the scars on the martyr who died in vain.

Kill!

You have all died in vain. Sentenced by your ''sins.''
You think you're damned to a horrible end.

You're all alone in your wretched casket.
No religion, just maggots feeding on your skin.

I will kill,
I will find you.

God you're a rotting bitch!

6. The Resting Sonata

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7. Redeemer Of Flesh

Die on this day.
Last breath to curse these skies.
No one to hear you.
I feel you struggle to survive.
The pulse is faintly there.
You're barely alive.
Undeniable pain with only god to blame.

Peel your skin back, watch your heart beat.
Harvest your remains.
Drag your body. Disassemble.
Choking you. Begin to tremble.

Coldness is setting in your limbs.
Dissecting you like a fucking animal.
Drawing your blood, it's spurting everywhere.
Cutting your body.
Your senses fill with fear.

You will give up your life to me.
Mutilate you to make you bleed.

Flesh is mangled. Bodies on the floor.
Disassemble. Resurrect the church of gore.

Grotesque stench of death. Disposing of your body.
Your innards spill a mess. You're dead now,
Because of me.

8. Created To Kill

I'm back for blood.
And the flesh, which I'll consume.
Your body's tied up in a room,
Where you'll take your last fucking breath.

Your cries are piercing
And I don't give a shit.
I'll crush your fucking bones
As you lay there helpless.

You'll lay there helpless
All alone.
Helpless.

Splintering of bones as they tear through your skin.
With every heart beat, blood covers your face.
You try to gasp for air with my hands around your neck.
You try to gasp for air with my hands around your filthy neck.

9. Embalming The Masses

Mutilate, strip the bodies flesh, now beg.
Look into my eyes and pray.
I am the creator of your grave.

Flames are burning through. The skulls we'll crush once more.
Death awakens you. Tonight we kill for gore.
Masses are burned alive. The bodies rot to dust.

Feasting on your limbs, with the stench of shit.
You're a fucking waste of life. I've come to kill.

Faces putrefy. The dead have risen back to life.
We rip the flesh. They torture through the light.

Blood will spill. Streets fill black with the darkest nights, to kill.
They cleanse the good to spill their guts.
Gore is what we killed them for.

10. Buried Beneath

When the hour is struck, the dead will rise.
They'll dig up from below, they'll feed tonight.
Terror through the streets, hunting for the weak.
They shall reign supreme until we're all dead.

The skies are black with the plague of death.
You look upwards while you take your last breath.
You're one among the masses if the living dead,
You walk these streets, just to kill.

Now it's in your veins,
You're one among the mass of the living dead.
You walk these streets with no objective in mind, then to kill.

Now the hour has struck, the dead will rise.
They dig up from below, they'll feed tonight.
You will perish.

Viciously killing, spreading their disease.
The skies are black with the plague of death.
Buried beneath the blood.

11. Dawning The Resurrection: Verse II

You scream for your god, but all you see is me.
Try to claw all you want, there's no escaping thee.
Draw the blade from its sheath, hollowing your insides.
You kick and bleed.

Fingernails are torn off, teeth are broke away.
The knife is deep inside you, hear these words I say.

You're nothing, the fucking scum of life.
I've come to take you, you're dead tonight.

I try to hold you as you struggle to focus on me.
Your eyes are rolled back in your head with pain.

Motionless, you can't move a fucking limb.
Blinded, all you see is darkness.