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Overture (On With Decay)
03:09
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2. |
Infinity Cremains
03:31
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A fissure in the dark
A view in to The Place Apart
Wrapped in black webs of filth
The only landscape is decay
Blood lubes their wheels
Machines unleash dread arcs
And now infinity cremains...
Masters of dead arts
Wearers of the bestial marks
They, the Archons of Cain
Who derange all human fate
With awesome will
Here we hold back the dark
And now infinity cremains...
Hemlock is growing in the dust
The mist has formed into a face
Writhing trees dance in the dusk
Their shadows clawing at my grave
Spider creatures wrap bone steeples
In acrid webs of lust & hate
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3. |
Fat of the Grave
03:18
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Skulls culled from dark ruins
Dreadful cairns light has never seen
Rats crawling through my gristly dreams
Memories of the Plateau of Leng
Crawling down to where they spawned
Herding there, they're writhing in the slime
Long dead ancestors mine
Bred human meat to be eaten like swine
The hunger calls from my dreams
The time has come for my ancestral feast:
Corpse ichor & long pig meats
Rats crawl from dark ruins
A rodent legion like never seen
From the vaults a putrid breed
The rats in droves join in my feast
Enter this parlor only if you are brave
Burning candles made from fat of the grave
Within these tunnels lies the truth that you crave...
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4. |
In the Jaws of the Widow
03:39
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5. |
Anatomists Anonymous
03:59
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Interning medicos, please raise your tools of trade
A cornucopia of flesh is ours here to shape
Henceforth, we vivisect this noon
The subject's stirring? Pour salt into their wounds
"First, Do Harm"
Anatomists Anonymous
We own your brain...
This secret class, a syllabus of sorrows
Put down your blades, I've deaths to grade 'til the marrow
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6. |
The Feast of Absurdities
03:35
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The cursed febrile faces
Haunt my sordid dreams
Hear as my sword paints the cold mist
Silent, in haunting shapes
Forgoing all God's orders
With wrath they're fast approaching
Heraldic teardrops crawl
They show their thin disguise
Distrust their shining lies
The daughter of all storms
Has come to destroy
Low men enslaved to opulence
Research behind dead doors
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7. |
The Dungeon Smasher
04:29
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(CENSORED by order of the P.M.R.C.)
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Patrick Bruss aka. CRYPTICUS. Weird tales of epic Death Metal under the influence of Pulp literature, the occult, & horror soundtracks.
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