Writhing in pain Your third eye blinks untamed We were one to live Now there's but grief you give Griefgiver Dread the hurt Crush me in the dirt Panic
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts. If darker
Grind Bastard - return of the weapon of war Discharge my stigma Now I'm back to even the score Bastard - was condemned through dignity Mark my soul eternal
Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb. Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke. Aborted form's placenta
My corruption, it worsens. The worms dig deeper. Pit of mental anguish. This casket locking me within. In my own stench of darkness. Conscious returns
Follow the bleeder, undamned you decry Consummate spirits never allow the lie Open your heart towards that your mind feels Death is to conquer all that
Clawed fingers forcing iron bars, visions of tortured misery. Semi-human tears of frustrated rage, hunched up in this fuckin' = cage. My emotions are
Offended by unscathed exterior, unblemished form provokes hysteria. Self disgust will overpower. Overriding pain acceptance. Preservation of your cursed
I am the wind that tears your sails The broken cross rejecting nails I am the holy crucified Yet sinful are my lusts and pride - I I am ashes I am dust
There is nothing on the inside A well of emptiness and pain So totally alone he waits The rabid dog will have it's day Revenge is sweet Retribution bought
In a world of no ones I'll be the freak Turn and hide from the mask you see Misshapen face of fear I will be your obscenity I will be the depraved I
Fear Fear is the mind killer, fear will infest Gratify the nihilist, begin brain arrest Nervebomb, emaciated nervous tract Nervebomb, to this torture
Attain the supreme divisions of faith. Universal forms, your destiny is safe. Control of your senses, from freedom to delusion. Spiritual realization
Benign, the human form Malignancy disease Metastasis major cause Migration of the beast Tumor invasion Into the stream Disturbed balance of life Trigger
Yes! - reach out into the mirror. Observe the unison of flesh and glass sucking you in. Embraced by the dream spiral, as you float on an air of foul intent
No gods, no masters Where destiny lies Underworld of Elysium Exempt on my demise Father leaders leech to your mind In growling hunger repent Obituary
From the museum of sleep Unliving eyes see death's subtle jest In my sorrow they mourn the past Yet celebrate their eternal rest Relieving the worlds
Thoughts through the window Of my mind's eye Bring another slice of terror Yet away with my fears I cross this pitiful world's end Drawn to the mortification