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March Of The Undead

by BLOODSHED

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Extermination, death of the weak ones A breath of zyklon, final katharsis In blood and pain, all shall suffer Raptured and tortured then killed and burn Human worldwide eradication Thrown to the fire, all shall suffer Death of millions, depopulated Glorious massacre When I watch you die... I'll laugh
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Convulsive corpses break the coffins The eyes rolled upwards, They have no conscience The undead will walk to rip the flesh out Impetuous death, your vision becomes tinged with blood TERROR FROM THE GRAVES TERROR FROM THE GRAVES They're drooling over your flesh and your blood Cause finally, you're nothing more Torso devoured, The arms are ripped off Blood-splattered flesh, The teeth penetrate Your opened throat Blood is spurting from the arteries The terror comes from the graves Rotting in a pool of blood The undead's bread dwell in your heart The undead rise, the undead march The undead devour ...This isn't a nightmare, just open-wide your eyes... Terror comes from the graves...
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Into my cave they decompose, in putrid arome they disgorge Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones I have ripped their scalp, their skin, like the others who surround me As I sleep they stare me, they haunt my dreams then I need to kill Warped in the macabre of a life with the dead unleashed from the rest Into my cave they decompose, in putrid smell they disgorge Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones I have ripped their scalp, their skin like the others who surround me Death I breath to remain, I'm victim of my repulsions Fated to coldness of death I wander as I'm dead
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Tombs are roaring and break the silence Tourmented souls ask me to deliver them With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead Insanity turns to cold and harsh reality With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED ...INSANE....
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Instrumental anthem to the killing at night !
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Conserved till rotenness Till the maggots fill the flesh And the brain turns To rancid fermented mess Pus runs from punctures Inside oesophagus Maggots crawl into the flesh Now a tissus shapeless mass Funeral in morbid place With the remains of the dead Rotting, by my infamy Rotting, from flesh to putrid Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots (still) devour Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea, Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth I lick the organic gelatine Left by the insects Rites of Torture I delight in flesh and blood and Putrefaction Of your corpse... filled with maggots Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots still devour Putrid mass of rotenness Repugnant Human Mess End in glory For such a rotten meat What remain of my son Still dwell in utero Maggots escape From its eyes A worms infested meat Lay in front of me
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The corpse lay here, just near my bed Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled. Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess. A liquid runs from the eyes. I delight in these secretions. Pus mixed with blood. I have to crush the cranium. From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same. The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour. It makes me feel real. The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation. Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place. I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time. In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one. I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...
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released October 10, 2005

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