1. |
Post Nuclear Big Smile
01:08
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Tell me what you do,
Tell me what you see,
How does it feel to not be free?
You try to smile,
You try to hide,
You're gonna die, don't get up and fight
They're on their way,
They're gonna find you,
They're gonna chop you to death, so accept like a man that the last thing to do is to look at the horizon and smile till the end of the world.
Till the end of the world
Till the end of the world
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2. |
Demented Crickets
01:29
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In a lab at night,
the crickets stir.
Injected with chemicals,
they start to whir.
Their organs are twisted,
their minds insane.
Something's gone wrong;
they can't be tamed.
Their eyes turn red, their legs contort;
they swarm, they attack.
Insectoid armies, marching forward.
Pestilence spreading far and wide,
Monstrosities created in the name of comprehension.
Gore spills forth in rivers on the streets,
As the crickets crawl, ough!
The screams of the dying, the smell of the dead,
Gore-filled nights and blood-soaked days.
The sound of madness fills the air,
Demented crickets will reign supreme.
Insectoid,
they swarm,
they attack.
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3. |
Overthrow The Surface
01:42
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OVERTHROW THE SURFACE
Multi-eyes pointed on the atmosphere
rising from the void, getting ready to nuke the planet
submerging on the ground
using eye saucer-like
supports for
destroying buildings in one hit
global conquest, magnetic wave
Military fighter jets streak across the sky,
but the multi-eyes
defends itself with its shield,
causing the jet to explode in the air
and now overthrow
and now overthrow
and now overthrow
and now overthrow the surface!
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the dust says you're fucked
your fears make you foolish
the creature from the tomb
will break into your house
you've got your own family
now to worry about
swelling of the face
for their great disgrace
so it's time
to put yourself aside
the dust says they are fucked
the maps say they are gone
you are no one
you are nothing
That's the scent of putrefaction
Moisture stagnation and rotten mildew
The dust says you're fucked
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5. |
Necrophiliattitude
02:22
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Left for good.
Took the Corpse.
Self-affirmation
is the feeling of putting yourself
in a dead body,
rubbing against the surface
of the bones,
without suppressing
the nature that we hide
within us
Necrophiliattitude
Without suppressions in your mind
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6. |
Salt
00:03
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Twisted like a slug blasted by salt on a sunny day
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7. |
Wake Up Dead
01:21
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Wake up Dead
You writhe,
someone is looking at you
Disturbed
Tormented
The worst night of your life
First, you get
really sick
start puking up your guts
start burning
and turning
then blood in your throat
Spit rust blood
Spit rust blood
xxx
Nervous Breakdown
It's not play
If you puke your guts out
The last night of your life
I know it's all a dream
But the more you squirm
the tighter it gets
until very slowly
you finally die
I know it's all a dream
but the more you squirm
the tighter it gets
until you die
Wake up dead!
Wake up dead!
Wake up dead!
Wake up dead!
I know it's all a dream
But the more you squirm
the tighter it gets
until very slowly
you finally die
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8. |
Stuck in the Mud
01:30
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Sinking into the abyss
In this wretched quagmire
Your breath grows shallow
as you struggle to breathe
A rope around your neck
A razor in your mouth
Stuck in the mud
writhing and spilling blood
writhing and spilling blood
writhing and spilling blood
xxxx
Stuck in the mud
With maggots in your lungs
Stuck in the mud
Fighting for breath
Stuck in the mud
Inch by Inch
Stuck in the Mud
knocked him down
dragged him to
a boggy spot
sever harm
with an axe
walk three miles
off the path
leave him here
withouth clothes
bleeding out
bury his
fucking scalp
throw him down
30-foot
clifftops then
hide youself
wait some years
then come back
start to search
buried scalp
find and then
quickly leave
now relax
it's all done
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9. |
The Deadly Spawn
02:22
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Rancid Gore, Putrid Fog, no light
Three heads reign through the night
Lock the door, run up the stair
eerie Silence envelops the air
snarling jaws, heavy like 3 boars
sludge flowing through the pores
first One, then the next, and the next
by the Devil, you've been blessed
Crimson splatters splashed across
the living room
you are the last one
but the next
to meet
THE DEADLY SPAWN
THE DEADLY SPAWN
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Zombies are back in town,
No more room in this Hell
The Deadly spawn over us
Aliens greedily suck your life,
Bloody things crawling out
Putrid swarming human guts,
bloodthirsty creatures infest the house
The Deadly spawn
looms over us
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10. |
50K
00:25
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"50K"
Scream
Ough
Gore Cult
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Swallow
a 50.000
Colony
Will blow
quickly your
little brains out
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11. |
Primal Rules
01:43
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Enemy
Enemy
Enemy of what they
have been hiding from
they should have never
seen the light of day
Meganeuropsis killing men
when chaos ruled the world
Arthropleura, Megarachne
It's evolution, baby!
Ough, ough, ough!
Supersized
Carboniferous
Lethal Insects
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12. |
Cut At Once
00:55
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100 throats
cut at once
feel the weight
of the blade
30 meters
50 tons
99 dead,
1 hurt
by the debris
of the cars
sliced in two
by a huge
merciless
knife-edge
filled with rage
really upset
///
cavemen were
frightned of it
sharp blade
that purged all impurity
destroyed cities
landscape is going to change
doesn't need
to nuke whole territory
ough!
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100 throats
cut at once
feel the weight
of the blade
100 throats
cut at once
feel the weight
of the blade
of the blade
of the blade!
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Slug Gore Ravenna, Italy
DEMENTED FIGHT MUSIC FROM ITALY
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