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Pocks of Frothing Rut
04:40
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Miserably lashed
By throes of torturous grief
Fearing that old gore
Bitterly entrenched
Contractions of tissue
Weaponized intercourse
Unaccountably cold
In the long, dead night
Purulence of ideation
Irreversibly mangled
Sexual agony
Purulence of ideation
Miserably lashed
By throes of torturous grief
Fearing that old gore
Distractions of tissue
In rotted sleeves
Of human meat
Unaccountably cold
In the long, dead night
Purulence of ideation
Irreversibly mangled
Sexual agony
Purulence of ideation
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Catalytic Heaving
04:33
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Jutting silhouettes
In keenly fructuous union
Learn uglier ways
To lay waste to fair cavities
Odious phlegm
Massed necrotic materials
Wriggling in the reliquiae
Harrowed and haunted
By the lunge of accursed time
Primordium of butchery
Immemorial and limitless
Enfeebled organ
Eager, dismal rite
Enfeebled organ
Eager, dismal rite
Vivified appendage
Vile, manic, coarse
In sinister coition
The ego expugned
Pattern of invigoration
Rorschach of obdurate filth
Patterns of invigoration
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Patterns of Invigoration
03:03
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Blood becoming (Becoming)
Terrible ichor (Ichor)
Psychosis (Twisting)
Souls reverting
Leave horrified, catalyzed
Ancient humours leak
Viciously outward
Transfixed death
Invoking growths pralayic
Catalytic heaving
Derangement
Aberrative fixation fervid
Upheaved dolorous shade
Scorns mephitic permanence
Flouting yet
The skirted sphere
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In the creation of Anu were spawned
Born of the Earth before the age of god
With word unwrit, nowhere they're known
Evade destruction in their world below
Their hands reach for our place outside
Bestow their suffering on human life
Nothing will stop them from re-entering
Return to hatred in the heart of man
They are the children of the underworld
Before the heavens they were on the Earth
To desolation and were never heard
"Cry rebirth"
Lords of the plague, seven are they
Born in the mountain of Mashu's magic
Spirits of hate, they have no name
Withered and wicked
The liars in wait
In the creation of Anu were spawned
With deadly vengeance from the ancient gods
Their place on Earth, their race unknown
Beyond the knowledge of the elder ones
Provoking with our blood to rise
The seven offspring for the sacrifice
Reclaim the power of the crown of death
Enter the body from the temple dead
They are the children of the underworld
Before the heavens they were on the Earth
To desolation and were never heard
"Cry rebirth"
Lords of the plague, seven are they
Born in the mountain of Mashu's magic
Spirits of hate, they have no name
Withered and wicked
The liars in wait
Words by Glen Benton
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