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BORN PREPARE FOR WAR THE GREAT PUNISHMENT
THE RAZOR AND THE FLESH TRACK 6 AND 7 BLOODLINE UNBROKEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Born

 

The scent of burning flesh

Of human origin

I breathe of life still

 

Suffering, burning alive

Eyes singed by smoke

Inflicted blind

 

Gaze into devastation

Picture of mass cremation

I breathe of life still

 

Skin charred black

Raped by a furious flame

Smoke induced suffocation

Tightens the reign

Like a rope around my throat

She tugs at it endlessly

 

The flame, she knows me

The bite of her majesty scorned

Struggle, a waste of expression

A melting of dermis reversal of life, I am Born

 

Drowning in the black

Confusion presses the extreme

Skin stripping from the bone

Until none is left to peel

Begin a human form

Complete a melting bile



Prepare For War

 

Born in me

Blackening

Slaughtering

Suffering

 

These eyes have seen the atrocities of man

Machines of sadistic torturistic killing

These eyes have seen Hell upon this Earth

Men of blackened souls kill upon the holiest of grounds

 

Buried beneath the feet are the ones who came before me

Reborn on this ground with their blood spilled upon the plain

I am your last enemy born with a wicked soul of fire

With the taste of blackened torture

I am a life taking God

 

Steady your gun

From the grave be torn

To prepare for peace

We must prepare for war


 

The Great Punishment

 

Men from the black sea brought forth the pestilence

Ships of dying men brought forth ships of dead men

There is no cure for this, no prayer can save you

No one is listening, let the blackness and the bleedings begin

 

By the hand of God

Death came driving

And for your guilts and your sins

He grinds all good men to dust

 

All the priests are gone

No one left to pray

No Christian burial for you

When you die

 

God has brought you death

 

Streets littered with the dead mark the dawn of the fourteenth century

Promises made by the church as their priests run for cover

 

Mothers leave their sickened sons

To preserve their own lives

No one knows the sick

Only the dying know the dead

 

Mark the door of the infected

Leave the sick behind to die

Cover the eyes of the children

Carry the dead under cloak of night

Cover with flame the devastation

From the poor and the weak to the highest of crown

God is deaf now and does not hear

Ashes ashes, we all fall down

 

Breathe in the Black Death

 

Sickness knows no name It buries you all indiscriminately

Choking on the stench of despair A short trip to Heaven, but no God to take you there


 

The Razor And The Flesh

 

I come alive within the stench of darkness

After darkness, she touches the Earth

I prey for them, the beautiful

The pretentious ones who do not see

The taste of power that lingers on my tongue

 

Beauty presents itself before me

And beauty shall experience all of my pleasures

Sexual distortion muddle with her childlike cries

The bleeding amazes the black in these eyes

 

The way your blue eyes still dance upon me

The way the tear trickles down your face

A love from beauty I'll never find

When contempt in my eyes is strickened blind

When love is suffered at the edge of the blade

 

Suffer all the you can

 

Bleed unto me

Taste what I am

Fortunate you are not

Bleed unto me

As I relish in your skin

When the razor meets flesh you are caught

 

I taste the salt that dances on your skin

Before it ends it will surely begin again

Chance to live is as thin as thread

When all that's life soon enough is dead

Before it ends it will surely begin again

Again...and Again

 

Don t look at me with those mirror

I cant see inside what you think I am

The monster I am


Bloodline Unbroken

 

Blackened gates, castle walls

White snow dresses the ground

From its mistress I drink her life to sustain

The blood stains the lace from her gown

From my lips it falls upon those from which it came

Across my tongue her warm blood burns

A new life, for we now are the same

 

Our hearts our masters are one in the same

 

Procreation of the beast nocturnal

The bloodline quickens the flood

Blood from her throat fuels the fountain of life

A celebration, Communion of Blood.

 

He knows, my sins admitted

With his blood upon my face

My bloodline unbroken

 

I am but a man

Of darkness feeding

Shunned from the warmth of the sun

Aspiration for release I've been mocked by God

He hath damned me a millennium ago

 

He burns inside my ever bleeding heart

 

 

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