1. The Time To Kill Is Now[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]We see them coming a mile awayGathered to kill on the desolate plainNo fear in our mindsPure hate in our heartsMiscalculation of our strength their baneTake us lightly and we'll make you payPride left them defenselessNo mercy for Hubris[Solo: Pat O'Brien]They rush to fight us and we stand and waitPulses quicken as they take the baitMere seconds to slaughterWe can wait no longerClosing fast with their weapons highStill believing it's we that will dieNow the ambush is sprungNow they learn they were wrongNow the killing will startTear the bastards apartThey thought it would be easy but now they're being crushedArrogance of power leaves them dying in their bloodThere will be no mercy for these filthy sons of whoresThe innards of my enemies impaled upon my swordMany years we've waited for this final day of slaughterOur victims are decapitated, their limbs are torn asunderCareful preparation brought our haughty victims downOur forces are at full strength and the time to kill is now.Time to kill is nowTime to killThey are all dead, it's their end todayAll lost their lives in tremendous painNot one has survivedWe left none aliveDo not doubt our conviction to killHate on our side we will never failNow the killing will startTear the bastards apartStrike the enemy downThe time to kill is motherfucking now2. Make Them Suffer[Music by Pat O'Brien, Lyrics by Paul Mazurkiewicz]SufferExtreme pain is what they need to feel for the rest of their livesMisery and despair leaves their souls when infinity endsLet them taste the wrath as the agony consumes themSwallowed by the darkest light a blackened state of dismaySurvival is the only thing left for themThis grievous revelation is a new beginningLed to the solution against their willDeprivation thrives as the therapy continuesSullen mastery is an answer uncontestedDenial is the only thing left for themLife as they knew it is a distant memoryScores of victims lust for apathyMake them sufferWhile they plead for cessationEntirely demoralized and close to mass extinctionDamned to please supremacyThe reason for their martyrdom they will never knowMake them sufferWhile they bleed through damnationBegged for retribution before meeting with demiseCursed by animosityOnce chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escape[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Domination reigns supreme the evil has no endSpent of all their energy now worthless and degradedSlow death is the only thing left for themPhysically and mentally devoid of dignityLanguished immortalityMake them sufferWhile they plead for cessationEntirely demoralized and close to mass extinctionDamned to please supremacyThe reason for their martyrdom they will never knowMake them sufferWhile they bleed through damnationBegged for retribution before meeting with demiseCursed by animosityOnce chosen for this mad ordeal there is no escapeMake them sufferForever3. Murder Worship[Music and Lyrics by Alex Webster]Homage to our God, the act of killing bears usCloser to His grace, beyond the void of darknessEvery drop of blood, a chance to deify usBring us to our lord our killings transcendingConvictions of violence pure, unrelentingDevotion drips from my jagged bladeMy righteous hate fuels unyielding rageSacramental slaughter all for faithIn the homicidal doctrine he createsDecapitated heads, adorn the holy altarKneeling at its base, we stare in venerationEvery single death, brought us closer to HimTake us to our Lord our bloodlust evolving,Enshrining the bodies, evil emergingHate rips through flesh and boneThe dogma states that it must be doneWe adhere to the holy textMore must die if we are to advancePray to our GodWith blood we praise His epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murdersTrust in our LordLeads us to kill in the same way that He did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendorHe is close nowSoon He will be among us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicideKneeling in the blood, we see our Master watchingLook behind His eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfectTransfixed by His gaze, His congregation waitingWe summoned Him here by doing His biddingNow He will slay us, circle completedArterial spray paints the temple redOur Master's advent brought us deathRapturous screaming fills these hallowed hallsBlood soaked paradise awaits us all4. Necrosadistic Warning[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagersUnwary victims mangled and batteredOnce buried warriors have risen to kill againSigns of their wickedness left for a warningMutilateDisembowelAmputateKill and rapeGratification achieved by dismembermentUnnatural legions ravage the carcassesOpen wounds targets for evil defilersSeed of iniquity covers the body partsNecrosadistic warningYou will not rest in peaceViolateDeath so foulEjaculatePieces rapedBound with intestines the body is held uprightTravelers encounter the gruesome monitionTerrorized realization of coming deathThey will be next for the army of killersNecrosadistic warningYou will not rest in peaceNecrosadistic warningRemains are on displayNecrosadistic warningYou will not rest in peaceNecrosadistic warningMolested corpses hangUndeadMolestDefileKill themButcherThen fuckNecrosadistic warningYou will not rest in peaceNecrosadistic warningDischarge on the corpseNecrosadistic warningYou will not rest in peaceNecrosadistic warningDesecration of the dead[Solo: Pat O' Brien]5. Five Nails Through The Neck[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]Knock him out with chloroformSurreptitious trapping tackDrag the body to the trunkTake the captive to the house and down into the basementBinding method is extremeUnconscious I will pierce the hands and feetArms and legs nailed to the woodBeneath the table blood is forming shallow poolsPerforate the abdomenPunctured organs start to failMounting pain revives the manHis gaze meets mine then panic starts, the nails leave him immobilizedHead is thrashing from the painI must nail it to the wood with long sharp nailsPenetration of the fleshFive dozen nails will hold him downFive nailsMy hammer pounds them, the steel secures himFive nailsMy victim conscious, he is immobileI raise my hammer, and aim for the throatFive nails through the neckTrachea is tornGasping sounds are heardLife is leaving himBut not soon enoughAgony, torturousLong nails penetrateThrough the flesh and boneTable dripping bloodVictim full of holesSuffer, merciless[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Five nails through theFive nails through the neck60 nails adorn the fool12 on each leg and arm4 of them aerate his face3 puncture his abdomen and leave his vitals oozingI step back and view my workTorture victim lies drained of lifeOutside world will never knowHow many nails the victim felt before he diedFive nails through the neck6. Purification By Fire[Music by Pat O'Brien, Lyrics by Paul Mazurkiewicz]Internal burningAn omen rebornEmbrace the torturePurify the soulBathe in red hot coals, dripping skin become a pleasureFace begins to melt, liquid from the head rewardingEternal burningSanctified with flamesUnholy recourseThe demons are hereUnleash the furyBody slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackenedScorch to disinfect is the method for acceptancePurification by fireTransformation is raptureBeyond recognition and deranged from the cleansingFrenzied schizophrenic a memory before the scaldingSacrifice for painUnrelenting heat scrambles the senseCaustic remedy betrays existenceHellish invasion just part of the planBeasts have been summoned to conquer againUnleash the furyInternal burning an omen rebornEmbrace the torture purify the soulBathe in red hot coals, dripping skin becomes a pleasureFace begins to melt, liquid from the head rewardingBody slowly burnt, vital organs charred and blackenedScorch to disinfect is the method for acceptancePurification by fireFrom within the torment is completeAny worthy future now obsoletePurification by fire, transformation is rapture7. Death Walking Terror[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]I am the black thoughts of the nightDeep in the darkness of your mindShrouded in shadow, the mental tortureIn the realm of death walking terrorStalking the closest to the edgeImposition of depravitySanity holding by a threadDesperation draws them close to meAlways unseen but never far behindFleeting darkness tricks your eyesParanoia, a creeping horrorGuided by the death walking terrorYour hand reaches for the knifeSubconscious molding insidiousIt was always in your mindRelease the pain, a psychotic rushDeath walking terrorSlow mental tortureI am the blood you seek to spillI am your inner drive to killDark inspiration, a moral failureCreated by the death walking terrorYour hands have done my bidding wellYour hideous dreams now realityManipulation done with stealthI was with you, I heard the screamsDeath walking terrorSlow mental tortureDeath walking terrorPsychic tormentorThe weakest ones will fallMy murderous influence appeals to their fearMy will is just too strongThe decision was mine but they'll never knowDeath walking terror[Solo: Pat O'Brien]I walk behind you while you killUsurping your mind, you are obliviousYou'll never know your spirit fellSupplanted by this deep disgustDeath walking terror, slow mental tortureDeath walking terror, psychic tormentor8. Barbaric Bludgeonings[Music and lyrics by Rob Barrett]Moving through the cover of nightWith battle hardened hate in their eyesAnticipate the surgical strikeWill suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agonyViolence, the purest form, a primitive traitThe weak will inherit the Earth piled on top of their gravesSurvival is slipping the attack has already begunDominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choiceA vicious tradition since the dawn of manTraumatizing agonyMurderous revelry, smashing people to piecesThis kind of hate cannot be containedThose who have fallen onto the ground will never rise againSqualid and broken no match for the enemyToo weak to fight back no chance for escapeCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go onRipping out organs they're hung on displayA message to others they'll die the same wayCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go on[Solo: Rob Barrett][Solo: Pat O'Brien]Squalid and broken no match for the enemyToo weak to fight back no chance for escapeCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go onRipping out organs they're hung on displayA message to others they'll die the same wayCovered in their own bloodThe surgical strike must go onMoving through the cover of nightWith battle hardened hate in their eyesAnticipate the surgical strikeWill suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony9. The Discipline Of Revenge[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]Patience is my allyDesign should not be rushedAspersions long forgottenNever left my mindMy rage must be controlledMy plans require timeMy rage must be controlled until the time is right[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Master of self controlSeething deep insideEnemies obliviousMy ruse has made them blindMy rage must be controlledMy plans require timeMy rage must be controlled until the time is rightMy hate has been concealed my time has come at lastMy hate has been concealed but now the scum will dieBatter the faceCrushing the pompous foolRetaliationThis was worth the waitEnduranceDeceptionAbhorrenceVengeanceWounds of the enemyOozing hypocrisyDuplicitous slimeThey are less than nothingTwistedSlaves to their vanityThey are beneath my feetOnly now can they learnAs my boot kicks their headsPitiless tormentingResolve never waveringContemptible pieces of human trash litter my life[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Victory was certainThey never saw it comingYears of planning have paid offVoices inside silenced10. Brain Removal Device[Music by Pat O' Brien, Lyrics by Paul Mazurkiewicz]Heads removed of their faces lay by my feetChopped and hacked their bodies detachedEyes and teeth are violently smashedGruesome actsI'm having strong urges to extract the brainsOverwhelmed with demented thoughtsCould it be that I committed theseGruesome actsDeath is all I ever knowGore is what I need to help satisfy meBrains are all I ever craveCan't deny my hatred for societyBlood so sweet upon my lipsLive a life of moribund abnormalcyBorn with only half a headCan't deny my hatred for intelligenceThe brain removal deviceDrained again through the mouth the blackest blood flowsSave it for another daySavor the vile abundance ofGruesome actsDead is like being aliveStench of rotting death becomes irrelevantHeads affixed to a machinePeel the skin from random skulls exposing boneCracked open with vice like forceSpray my face with human slop, carnal spatterSlave to my repulsive goalTo regain control beyond what's in my mindThe brain removal deviceShredded brain tissue is mineSucculent flavor is pureEvil is personifiedDominanceBrutal conclusion foreseenEnvisioned so long agoThe slaughtered were unaware[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Contraption for hollowing headsIs forcing me to realizeCerebral obsession within is my reality[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Death is all I ever knowGore is what I need to help satisfy meBrains are all I ever craveCan't deny my hatred for societyBlood so sweet upon my lipsLive a life of moribund abnormalcySlave to my repulsive goalTo regain control beyond what's in my mindThe brain removal device11. Maniacal[Music and lyrics by Alex Webster]Rage, taking control of my mindDriving me toKill without mercyI see redBlood onMy handsMy knifeCrazed, boiling blood pumps through my heartPushing me toRespond with violenceI spill theirBlood withViciousCrueltyManiacalPsychopathSlash through the crowd of faces leaving a trail of bloody deadHold down the scumbag, slice off his ear, gouge out his fucking eyesPounding the human maggots, broken bones cause screams of painFemur pokes through the muscles in his upper leg, I wrench it out with forceStabbing the facesKnocking out teeth with my nail spiked batInternal damageTrauma from beatings causes organs to burstManiacalPsychopath[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Chunks of butchered victims cover the floor in my wakeFrenzied battery and slashing slung pieces of face on the ceilings and wallsRaging violence will consume all of my damaged brainRuthless murders are the only way to make this impulse abateManiacalPsychopath12. Submerged In Boiling Flesh[Music and lyrics by Paul Mazurkiewicz]Dangling above a vat of putrid muckA rancid stench of foul decay never encountered beforeScreaming in horror for I now remember my fateI will be submerged in boiling fleshThis cauldron will soon take my lifeUpside down my mind is warpingCannot break freeFrom the shacklesBloodied chains cut circulationLosing reasonGag and vomitBlisters are forming all over my body nowOozing with pus as they start to explode, fervent finalityThe fumes and the vapors have perforated my lungsWrithing and twitching from maddening painWhy must I die like this?Insanity not far awayMental breakdownScathing havocPray for death to come and get meInner anguishBeginsFearReceived RelentlessMalignancyNear the end is what I'm sensingMust accept itCan't accept itLast attempt to stop this nightmareCannot be doneI will be deadGoneBerserkWhile waitingMy life will boilTo struggle is useless[Solo: Rob Barrett]PlungeFatalParadiseOf the obscene[Solo: Pat O'Brien]Enter the tankIt doesn't take longEpidermis dissolvedAll that's let are my bonesIt's a matter of seconds when defleshed in fleshMy body now part of sick mireTh...
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