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Jackal
01:30
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Shades Of Shame
02:59
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Check a sick scene
I stand erect
Flocks scratching at my feet
Listen to my madness
All the beaks peer up attent
The silhouette stands upon the stage
One thinks of God
One falls in love
One tries to assume
I close my eyes and scream
Check a sick scene
I stand erect
Flocks scratching at my feet
Listen to my madness
The shades of shame are back again
Filtered out to black night
Black light pain
Put a gun against my head
I close my eyes and scream
Put your will against my soul
I close my eyes and dream
Check a sick scene
I stand erect
Flocks scratching at my feet
Listen to my madness
All the beaks peer up attent
The silhouette stands upon the stage
One thinks of God
One falls in love
One tries to assume
I close my eyes and scream
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3. |
Angel Of Death
03:39
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Esteem lost
I’m waiting
Infinity
Once human
Now a dog
Esteem lost
Waiting on my
Angel of Death
Waiting on my
Angel of Death
Like a ring
Trapped around your finger
Like putty
Crushed in the palm of your hand
Waiting on my Angel of Death
Waiting on my Angel of Death
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4. |
Final Path
02:16
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You channel flows I can’t understand
You show me faces I’ve never seen
You give emotions I cannot feel
You give me grips that I’ll never reach
The final path you shall never follow
My last refuge you shall never find
Sweet talon of truth
Sink deep
A cold slap across my face
You give emotions I cannot feel
You give me grips that I’ll never reach
The final path you shall never follow
My last refuge you shall never find
Sweet talon of truth
Sink deep
A cold slap across my face
You give emotions I cannot feel
You give me grips that I’ll never reach
The final path you shall never follow
My last refuge you shall never find
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5. |
Flowers Of Evil
02:15
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Flowers of Evil
That which you crave
Loathsome addiction
Makes you a slave
A mother stands
Over a tomb
Grieving the loss
Of the fruit from her womb
Flowers of Evil
A gift you adore
You had your fill
Yet you crave more
A mother stands
Over a tomb
Grieving the loss
Of the fruit from her womb
A mother stands
Over a tomb
Grieving the loss
Of the fruit from her womb
Flowers of Evil
Flowers of Evil
Flowers of Evil
Flowers of Evil
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6. |
Fagan Magus
03:13
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Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Fagan Magus was a necromancer
Cut the piggy tails off the preacher’s daughter
Wiped the silly smile off the bitch’s face
Blew her mind twice
Blew her mind twice
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Hopping round the chicken foot stomp
Baba Yaga hut death
Wiped the silly smile off the bitch’s face
Cut the piggy tails off the preacher’s daughter
Blew her mind twice
Blew her mind twice
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
Cut the silver cord
Slice the lifeline
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7. |
Necrobeastie
04:34
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Agony
Depression
Misery
Hate
None of you are safe from my 10 inch cock
None of you are safe when I’m as hard a rock
None of you are safe from my 10 prick
I’ll slide it deep inside it’ll make you sick
Writhe in pain
Cruelty
Defeat
Insanity
Your only way out
None of you are safe from my 10 inch cock
None of you are safe when I’m as hard a rock
None of you are safe from my 10 prick
I’ll slide it deep inside it’ll make you sick
Writhe in pain
I am Necrobeastie
I am the Necrobeastie lying in my lair
Destroy you
Control you
With my stare
Stop dead in your tracks
Hang out for a while
Your whole code of values are on trial
I am the Necrobeastie lying in my lair
Destroy you
Control you
With my stare
Dogs
Cats
Children
Rats
None of you are safe from my 10 inch cock
None of you are safe when I’m as hard a rock
None of you are safe from my 10 prick
I’ll slide it deep inside it’ll make you sick
I am Necrobeastie
I am Necrobeastie
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8. |
Suck Me
01:36
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Unzip my trousers
Pull out my unit
Erect
Erect
And dripping with hot semen
Rub it on your lips taste my salty meat juice
Drink the fluid of my balls
In your mouth
You crave dick
So nice inside
It seems to fit
In your mouth
You crave dick
So nice inside
You like the fit
Unzip my trousers
Pull out my unit
Erect
Erect
And dripping with hot semen
Rub it on your lips taste my salty meat juice
Drink the fluid of my balls
In your mouth
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9. |
Jankin Brown
02:12
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Old Brown’s arrived
Festering in the lies of men
He’ll rob the warmth of cradles
Put a fang in
Rob the warmth of cradles
Put a fang in
Someday’s here
Jenkin’s gonna feast
Seven-inch claws
Seven-inch scars
Old man rat Jenkin Brown
Old man rat Jenkin Brown
Sewer tale infamy
Jenkin with his seven-inch claws
Put a fang in
Dig a tunnel in your soul
Trap your virgin being
Put a fang in
Put a fang in
Right around the corner
Right beyond sight
Right beyond control
Right beyond midnight
Old man rat Jenkin Brown
Old man rat Jenkin Brown
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10. |
The Vulture
02:46
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Don’t look back
At your feet I grovel
At your knees I beg
Destroy the old mask
Trap the new
And play your game of torture
The Vulture’s back again
Disease precedes arrival
It takes your earthly assets
And twists it with deceit
At your feet I writhe
At your waist I lick
Destroy the old mask
Trap the new
And play your game of horror
The Vulture’s back again
Disease precedes arrival
It takes your earthly assets
And twists it with deceit
The Vulture’s back again
Disease precedes arrival
It takes your earthly assets
And twists it with deceit
Pain
Hate
Agony
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12. |
Solomon Grundy
07:13
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It’s Solomon Grundy smash time
Maim
Destroy
Tear
Hate
Well, Solomon Grundy is coming
He’s going to bring you down
He’s going to tear you down
He’s going to make you feel like dirt
He’s winding around my bed
He’s fucking with my head
He’s winding around my bed
And he’s fucking with my head
Solomon has bushy eyebrows
And the face of a goat
And he’s got those demon horns
Yes those wicked demon horns
He’s winding around my bed
And he’s fucking with my head, head
He’s winding around my bed
He’s fucking with my head
Solomon Grundy
Pleasant nightmare
Pleasant nightmare
Pleasant nightmare
Pleasant nightmare
Well
Here he comes
No escape
Nowhere to hide
Mental rape
Solomon Grundy Smash
Tear
Maim
Destroy
Kill
Rape
Rape
Butcher
Butcher
Solomon Grundy
Solomon Grundy
Solomon Grundy
Solomon Grundy
Solomon Grundy smash
He’s comin’ to you
He’s gonna bring you down
Make you feel like
Like
Like
Like
Like
Dirt
Dirt
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