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An Exit To..
01:15
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Existence
04:58
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I feel enslaved. Confined to this flesh that is continuously rotting. Shackled to an empty vessel, sentenced to a life deprived of meaning. Bound to a body, a being begging to be set free. Is it wrong I envy the dead? Being free of all of life’s pressure with no sense of regret. Is it wrong that I envy the dead? Being free of all of life’s pressures with no sense of regret. Embodied in torment. Our existence is absolute suffering. A state of surrender bestowed upon me. Agonizing pain in the process of living. Visions of the end. The inevitability of mortality is my only salvation. Forced into a life of hardship and misery. An escape from this maze is just a rest from this sickening game. Now that I’m one with the dead. Unexisitng a pleasure truly unmatched. Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to breathe. No longer able to touch or feel a thing. As movement withers away. Thoughts empty as fate turns to a hollow consciousness. Freedom is reached as I cease to be. Ripping, tearing, pulling away meat from bone. Shedding skin. Vital organs now exposed. Utter mutilation torn limb from limb. Complete dismemberment unfolds. Piece by piece is stripped never to be whole again. Waiting for my final breath. What I’ve become. A state of mere nothingness. Suffering endures in turn we’re drawn to it's depths and question our significance. Primal urges rise by nature leading us to exit a tortured existence. Fear and doubt hinder the ability to take the final step with no consequence. Desperation consumes me I choose to end my life and exit existence. I can no longer be, for I am nothing. This existence disgusts me. It's fucking disgusting.
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Doomblade Orc Cyclops
05:26
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Of tooth and nail and blood and bone. Of steel, of soot, of soil, of air and of suffering, Doomblade was forged. By orc cyclops with cross to bear. Of tooth and nail and blood and bone, of steel, of soot, of soil. Of tooth and nail and blood and bone, of steel, of soot, of soil of air and of suffering, a Doomblade was forged. By orc cyclops with cross to bear. Conquest, revenge; desires of orc cyclops. For wounds endured by he and kin. Put to the sword, now he won’t cease ’til Doomblade lashes treacherous skins. Tear the land asunder. Upheaval of each enemy’s grave. Their homelands decimated and plundered and no survivors to enslave. Stab, slice, pummel, thrust, skewer, impale, choke, rip, remove. Innards are now outards. Gaze upon decrepit ruins. Dismembered limbs far as the eye can see. Charred remains of strongholds smoke. Save some human meat for me. Do you like yon skyward spears? Mandibles decorating pikes for fucking miles. Raze a pyre; inhalation of mine enemy's ashes. Prepare for death evisceration. Merciless Doomblade decimation. A covenant of Doomblade and orc cyclops. A union of bloodlust and murderous capacity. A covenant of Doomblade and orc cyclops. Twisted displays of carnal pleasures strewn about; writhing in agony. A covenant of Doomblade and orc cyclops. A moist, gasping, crimson, gaping orgiastic resplendence. Twisted displays of carnal pleasures strewn about. A moist,, crimson, gaping orgiastic resplendence writhing in agony. Prepare for evisceration. Doomblade organ decimation. Do you like yon skyward spears? Mandibles? Decorating pikes for fucking miles. Gaze upon decrepit ruins. All my enemy's will fall. Doomblade orc cyclops.
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This worn skin hides an everlasting and hideous truth. I can feel it just festering inside. This mask of filth covers tired and worn skin. Unleashing all the panic and frustration within. This fiasco is filled with laughter and smoke. A sleeping demon had gone far too long unprovoked. Abandoning contemplation, impulse now controls. The complete embodiment of your worst fears now exposed. There is no god left to save you as your loved ones remains are scattered amongst the crowd. From this point forward salvation is not allowed. Bodies contorted in so many different ways. A gallery of murder such a beautiful display. Pray for the end. So you want to know your fate? Then just look around. Your origins and makings now seem so un-profound. Writhing in this mind harboring an ever growing and hideous truth. How humorous it is watching you draw your last fucking breath in. It’s taking control of me. A truly demented gallery, displacing all notions of comfort. Completely demented gallery, displaying pain and suffering. My life’s work is nothing more than a fucking mockery. Jokes on you now look who’s the fucking fool. Come one come all. Don’t be frightened step right up and take your part in the show. I’ve never done this before but I craved it since I began. A silence falls over the crowd as they meet an unfathomable end. Buried beneath all the deceit remains the essence of what I really am. Without faith a darkness I kept inside. Unable to be recognized. Buried beneath all the deceit remains the essence of what I really am. Without faith a darkness I kept inside. Mutilated so profusely unable to be recognized. Find your place within my entertainment built on filthy sin. Dead fucking eyes with a beating heart. One can't help but grin as I ponder where to start. Lungs wide open ribs cracked apart but the last laugh is mine. Contemplation is useless. Accept and submit yourself to me. How humorous it is watching you draw your last fucking breath in. Curtain call bracing for the final fall. No turning back from the closing act no one will forget. Extravagant finale I take a bow from this tight rope before plummeting down. The noose tied around my throat breaks my fucking neck.
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I gnaw at the flesh carved out of the earth by. Your foolishness, your deities of illusion. Adorn your temples with spatters of crimson as I leave you to your putrefaction. Divine fallacies spreading false hope and sense of security. Built on nothing more than blessed extortion, filth, and greed. Promises made by
self-righteous hypocrites unable to see the error of their ways. The only solution is to lay all these constructed brainwashed cults to waste. How can one preach morality to the masses and proclaim to be profits of peace? When their sheep are ordered to slaughter those who refuse to believe. The ultimate contradiction, a sermon ingested by those fearful of what lies beyond the grave. Ideological necrosis sets in when the blood shed begin. The finest fabrication. Kneel to the cross in one last act of desperation. As if a final prayer will somehow equate salvation. As it cleanses you of all your wrong doings and saves you from damnation. Bury your dead, embrace the end and behold the desecration. A crutch for the feeble minded solely to achieve eternal life teaching without question to ensure none will stray from the virtuous self-serving flock. Manipulated into believing they will never see the end of days. Fuck this necrotic faith. It’s human nature to seek comfort in never meeting fate. Denying proven knowledge and truths in contrast to holy beliefs. In search for an answer to the mystery what waits for us after life. Manmade indoctrination breeds ignorant conflicting ideologies. I refuse to blindly follow or fear our maker and my mortality. Trusting fundamental reasoning at the risk of blasphemy and mortal sin I will not repent.
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Enlightenment
02:43
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Celestial Host, Pt. 1
03:32
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A morbid curiosity an earning I’ve never known. The power from within of limitless internal strength ripe for molding untrained and pure. An untamed raw force cursed to the vulnerability of corruption. Fear into anger and anger to hate. Hate turns to suffering concealing the fate. Temptations and visions provoke thought in this impressionable state. Evil desires, unquenchable rage slowly begin to obsess and engulf thy brain. Unspeakable urges start to arise as I transform into everything I despise. My grasp on sanity slips through my shaking hands. My former self withers away as a sinister presence takes hold of me. I am just a wandering soul in search of a place to call home. Remorse is lost and forgotten in a traitors mind. No sense of guilt as I silence their cries. As I spill the blood from the flesh of my own. Their screams an offering, vowing to my new lord the light I’ve disowned.
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Celestial Host, Pt. 2
02:21
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What have I done? It keeps taking and taking until nothing is left. All my righteous ways have been forsaken. Everything I love has been taken. Savor the light as it fades. Haunting premonitions always kept me awake. Overwhelming sadistic tendencies, decaying morality, listening to sickening voices of betrayal. I sacrifice everything to fulfil my destiny. In my mind it’s always night come step inside the dark side see what it’s like. In my mind it’s always night come step inside and see what the fuck it’s like.
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