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Beelzebub
05:25
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It comes in waves
The urges pull me,
Masking the disease
I've been swayed,
Possessing, unnerving
What's become of me?
Possessing, unnerving me
What's becoming?
Legions of dead prophecies curse the weak
The grove of deceit,
Perilous wings overshadow your perception of time
Father,
My soul torn from flesh,
Apollyon, bring forth rebirth
I am the scratch on your back,
The snarl in your sleep,
The anchor of sin
The salient of your desire
Impede me and you will writhe in my name
Breathe in the anxiety, feast upon thee
Your soulless corpse
My chalice to the mortal plane
Heathen
Squirm in your coma
Heathen
Understand that I, the leech
I wish to sway you,
Command you
I wish to become of you,
No restraint to my wish
I will pick what I want from your hands
Leaving you at my knees, slain by my treachery
Possession of the wretched,
A command amongst the senseless
Masking the venom
I, beast, rape you of your senses
Vile didactic, traumatizing your psyche
I revel in shadows my presence latched to your feeble mind
Grasping a hold of your body, you shall become mine
Accept my calling, mortal - fear the wings of the fly.
Beelzebub,
Crawl into my skin
Beelzebub,
Make me your host again
Hark my calling, hark my calling
Beelzebub,
Make me your host again
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Hollow Sockets
04:46
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Prepare the sacred hoard - annihilate the host’s mental stasis
Revel in the shadows where the fire remains
Aversion shall become and erase all dignity
Nothing shall survive the onslaught
Remove the psyche
Detest thine lordly creator
Never forget the words I spoke in your ear when you wished for success
My bastard child, come into my embrace, allow me to create comfort in this unsteady place
Never forget the words I spoke in your ear when you wished for success
Metaphysically bent by the will of wrath
I am the beast serving from within your darkest dreams
I am agony, deception of calamity
Lifting the veil of connection, a soul bound to my conviction
Commanding the end of times, flesh forever decays in my stride
Prepare the sacred hoard, annihilation of the host, due to his deterring mental stasis
Revel in the shadows where the fire remains
Aversion shall become and erase all dignity
Nothing shall survive the onslaught
Eradicate them all
Choke the slut until her voice begins to gasp
Let hatred empower you as her hands grasp for one final breath
Laughter erupts as you descend into madness
Now comes the child, understand what shall be
Enucleated, left pulverized by phallic molestation
A throng of myiasis protrude from the Hollow Sockets you’ve fucked out now RISE
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To awake in a state of disarray
Bestowed for defilement, this is what I have became
Fallen from sentience, only to worship the now bloodied flesh
Decomposing carcass, the flesh that gives way to birth
With maggots spewing from within, we now hold the rites to our own destiny
We have been gifted a release from the innards of Hell,
Crawling from dying morsel and to grow to an even greater form
For this is only the beginning, my dearest host,
Furtherance, onwards to the annihilation of the sacrament
[Rheese Peters]:
Do you see the reflection of holy flames peering from the gates?
With severance, the morbid ritual has been complete
A corpse bearing the undying horde
Look upon this as if Christ has compelled you
[Both]:
Look into the eyes of your creator one final time before I take your pathetic lives
God is dead
[Greg]:
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
A catalyst buried underneath his nose, composed by a loyal host
In the name of the Father and Holy Spirit I speak,
[Rheese]:
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
God is dead by the end of this fortnight
Buried underneath the salvation of lies, he was destined to die
The Creator of his own end had scriptures written of his loss of life
Our father of treacherous lies
The one that is truly void of light
He was never alive
[Greg]:
A Fate he forged within the desolations of Hell
A tortuous eternity in which he must dwell
This father of solipsism
This father of certain demise
We are legion
Furtherance, hark the sound of annihilation
With grand complacency
We have found our passage to reality
"With undying life, they have been given an opportunity to seize all control and cast infinite blackness over man. This is the end of time, and they will forever chant..."
[Both]:
A fervent presence once masked is now unveiled
The darkness all consuming
An end to divinity, for we are many
A fervent presence once masked is now unveiled
The darkness all consuming
An end to divinity, for we are legion
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Rot & Decay
05:12
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Bourne of Flies, behold the forthcoming
With the sabbath complete, thine child of waste
Release the horde from your wake
Rise from the crucifix,
With the will of wrath you shall suffer the path of the abyssal black
A fresh soul sentenced to death, condemned to wander the Infernos of the Damned
Infantile innocence stolen from the mind
Devoured by the abhorrence calling from within
You are the talisman
A bastard father underneath the wings, a soul sold for a passage to the Earth
The legion's flock into the heart of God
Pouring horror with its every wake
A chassis to bear the weight of a thousand
Forming from within the myiasis
Host, do you understand your purpose?
With your flesh given embodiment, there is passage to reality
It's with this we shall soil all that is holy
For you are the embodiment of rot and decay
"Bourne of Flies, behold the forthcoming..."
Born anew is the gateway awaited for millennia
The shackles lifted grants the fall of Anno Domini
Die for their sacred being
Life given to the legionary
Burn for their archetype
Life given to the legionary
The throne shall sit on top of bones and decay
There will be no place left for disease like you
Understand you are nothing different host
Merely a pawn underneath my wing
A stairwell of corpses shall stack to the gate for what you procreate
It is then, your bodies will suffocate in the sulfur
Relapsed to a drone of demonic intent
Nothing but Rot & Decay
Morsel for the throne
An everlasting stain
Rot & Decay
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Destined for death
A being never suspected by man
Inclined to believe in a single power, each of malevolent grandeur
Now, peer into the eyes of the devil
Mesmerized, do you see the flame's reside?
Legions flock out of the corpse,
The daemons burst forth
Armed at the flesh by nail and thorn
Aeons of primordial desire,
Now awakened by an offering of fire
This shall be the end
No mortal could predetermine this inevitable extinction
Added fodder to the pile,
Deemed for me to feast
Filthy and sub-servant, worth less than the dirt beneath your feet
Given understanding
Damn the souls to burn in the chambers of Hell,
While the integument provides for the stairwell
All shall be deceived,
Received by the hands of suffering
All shall be deceived,
Received by the hands of suffering
The true king will soon crush Him underneath His wrath
The grace of your lord is not found in death
Now fall to your knees
Scream - it will not save you
Forsaken, mistaken
Devoured by the blackening of the sun
Kill
A being never suspected by man
Inclined to believe in a single power, each of malevolent grandeur
Now, peer into the eyes of the devil
Mesmerized, do you see the flame's reside?
Released upon the world
The massacre inaugurates
Torn at the flesh by tooth and nail,
Corpses pile, they accumulate
Denounced as mortar for the ultimate structure
This shall be the end
No mortal could predetermine this inevitable extinction
Forsaken, mistaken
Hark his demand
[Dan Watson]:
I've been waiting for this day in darkness
Wondering what I will say to the one who has forsaken me, the one who has cast me astray
You favor a failed creation
Only fear brings them back to contrition
Forgiving them for the sins they commit
by damning me to a bottomless pit
Mercy
I will show you the mercy that you showed me
None
Murder the father and black out the sun
Black Star - silencing the reign of mortal life
Engulfing the Earth’s surface in fire and blood
A Stairwell breaching the veil of Heaven
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The perpetual fire shimmers before all that lives and dies
Legions of fallen angels gather unparalleled, stalking in the dusk of light
As death strikes into those who defend ignorance and deceit
Bestowed is the fate of hypocrisy;
Crushed underneath me
A cry in the dark before perishing to the mark of blackened beasts, salivating as they claw and rape
The lord of flies exhaling pestilence with every breath
Transient passageways open releasing Hell’s wake - a realm sentenced to the fires of hate
Now tear at the wings of our enemies and cast them down into the flames
Die for the sins you create
The ouroboros encompassing
A kingdom fallen to the darkness forged within
All servants and angels are torn to shreds
With beast-like carnage terror fills their hearts
Bow to your fucking king
Slaughter those in our way
Leave no saint unscathed
Their numbers dwindling
Cast into the flames
[Tom Barber]:
And now you see now I’m far from myth
And now you feel the fear - I am the obelisk
Forged from the fire - the hatred of man
All enveloped in the shadow I bring death to this land
Breathe deep for only ashes will cleanse your lungs
Mouths wide open - bring forth razors to the tongue
Acid winds will pull the flesh from the bone
(I claw at the eyes of the sun, blackening out the reign of man. Releasing my ancient hate upon this realm. Burdened by waste and pain, I am baptized in the blood of mortality.)
As above / so below
The final hour approaches with the dying of the light
As within / so without
Humanity becomes enslaved - bound to an ancient hate
Collapsing from the loss of blood,
The voices of hatred howl in forsaken tongues
Destined as the oracles of annihilation
Damned to remain helpless, consumed are the worthless
Into the palace,
The pelts of innocent souls are flayed
Striped and maimed, unworthy of peace as the eyes are hollowed and ate
There will be no bargains - there will be only darkness as the Great devourer consumes the will of your fucking souls
A righteous genocide
Bring me the coward alive
Given the death of life,
Bring me the father of Christ
Enslaved for an eternity, shrouded by the fray of war
Peer within my soulless eyes
Droned by flies, exonerated to a veil of voiceless prison
Into the depths of Sheol, never to return
Sentenced to a grave of undying misery
Held above all is the head of God
Use your eyes and see, servants of the sky, that not all that you believe is what truly appears to be
Decapitated for the masses to see,
Bow in obedience to your true king
I, Beelzebub, cast your lifeless corpse into the void whilst I hold my trophy above mankind
Decapitated for the masses to see,
I am the one who stands above you as you mourn your fallen king
I, Lord of Flies, bestow my reign above the Earth and in the Skies
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Shrine of Malice Las Vegas, Nevada
Blackened Brutal Deathcore outfit hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada.
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