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Abramelin: "Deadspeak" – 2000

энциклопедия: Abramelin

Состав группы:

  • Simon Dower – вокал
  • Tim Aldridge – гитара
  • Matt Wilcock – гитара
  • Grant Karajic – бас
  • Matt Sanders – ударные

Abramelin: "Deadspeak" – 2000

Композиции:

  1. Pleasures
  2. Your Casualty
  3. Waste
  4. Bleeding Hearts
  5. The Germ Factory
  6. Flesh Furnace
  7. Plague

Лирика

1. Pleasures

Stalking – your home seems so secure
Waiting – until the time is right
I see the light in your daughters room
I want to taste her fear and I want to rip her flesh
The time has come for me to enter your suburban dwelling
Excitement in my mind, explosions, my veins are swelling
Unwelcomed guest, you're not expecting me
An unlocked window, I enter silently
I make my way, slowly up the stairs,
creeping in where, your parents rest their heads.
Two steel spikes, will stake them to their bed,
writhing in pain, white sheets now dripping red
Your parents now disposed of, we can be alone,
I burst into your bedroom you can not be found.
I faintly hear you whimper from the corner of the room,
frozen stiff with fear, now the fun begins
I rip off your night-dress, expose your naked flesh
Throw you to the cold floor gnawing off your breasts
With fingers deep inside of you I rip your virgin skin
You tear apart so easily, bleeding from within
I now tear chunks of hair out and then bite off your nose
It's not to spite your face my dear,
it's how it fucking goes
You cry and scream in silence and then your bowels give way
Handfuls of your body waste I slam into your face

Gagging on excrement I give you one last kiss
My hand on your crotch, your labia I rip
Our play-time is now over, I must be on my way
Good night my darling angel, pray you do not wake

2. Your Casualty

Let me be your casualty
I loathe this world so set me free
This is not the place I want to be
Let me be your casualty
Your unbalanced brain can have it's way
To do all the horrid things I say
I need to perish. Can't you see?
Let me be your casualty

Pound my flesh till it's sickening blue
Ignore my screams and do what you do
I cower and whimper from your lethal assault
My wounds stand wide open. Where is the salt?
Fucked in the arse till I bleed blue guts
Scalding my eyes with cigarette butts
My genitals bleeding you moan with desire
Plugging my ears with coat-hanger wire

Sickened with madness, wielding your blade
Fucking the holes that your weapon has made
Blood boils forth from my panicked remains
Removing my scalp, extracting my brain

Berserking with your cleaver you beat me to the ground
Slabs of meat discarded, bloodshed all around
My body reduced to a puddle of red
You finger my larynx where once sat my head
Where is my saviour? Where is the light?
I'm drowning in darkness surrounded by night
Left all alone and filled with despair
Because of the life that I just could not bare

3. Waste

Trying to breathe, gasping for air
Each breath shot, with needles of pain
The darkness is creeping, your vision is blurring
Jaws of death clamping tight on your life

Withering flesh, leathery and slack
Disgusting grey folds, that cling to your back
Liver spots forming, blistering and black
Scab-riddled lips, bleeding and cracked

Premature aging, gnarling your form
Twisting, distorting, ravaged by decay
Sunken eyes stare in horrific disbelief at the vile twisted face in the mirror

Weakness spreads with incredible pace
Bowels given way, your trousers disgraced
Arthritic fingers used as the brush
Painting the walls with your brown fetid mush

Memories fading as your mind starts to fail
Heartbeat slows to an aching throb
Vision now gone, limbs are all numb
Blood-laced mucus coughed up in globs

Lost and deranged, mind crawling with fear
As panic sets in, an unacceptable fate
Scream if you can, it may be your last,
as time passes by at an abnormal rate

4. Bleeding Hearts

Why don't you lay down my darling?
You look as if you're at wits end
Sip this, I made it especially, my decomposing friend
Oh how your eyes respond fondly, as your larynx dissolves apart
Vapour emits from your delicate mouth as my loving potion burns out your heart

Kiss me now, you know where I love it,
it doesn't matter if you bite
For I extracted all your teeth to stop you putting up a fight

Playing hard to get, I said, was useless from the start
Now as you lay, still as a slut,
with your long legs torn apart
Playing hard to get, I said, will lead to nothing but strife
But you changed your mind so quickly as you sat upon my knife

I love your sweet cold fingers,
they love to dangle and play
Don't fret, you didn't really need them,
so I devoured them as an entree
I hate what you've done with your hair!
Give it another trim, me thinks!
Take it off at the neck-line and put in a blood-red rinse

'Cause playing hard to get my love was a useless game to play.
You knew you really wanted me,
oh your skin's so soft to flay

5. The Germ Factory

Uniformed psychotics, the perfect military cover
Acts of malicious murder, supposed laboratory tests

War pawn wheeled on a trolley of steel, primitive future seen through crucified eyes
Screams of agony, peeling torture as the six-year-old faces his autopsy
End it now!
Released days later to her relief.
Frost-bitten hands meet a hot water trough
Hastier than mental comprehension, her loose ice-rotten hands are violently torn off

Human guinea pigs are subjected to rooms of mutated bacterial plagues
Diseased and disfigured beyond recognition, dumped into filthy putrefied graves

Beaten mutilated pulps of crimson meat lay in decaying puddles on the floor
All for logical scientific progression or unthinkable atrocities of a senseless war?
The dawning of a new day, another plague is born.
An airborne septic death machine to leave enemies ravaged and torn
Internal organs dissolve to mush, blood coughed up in thickened clots
Tumors spreading through the body, your system slowly shuts down...then rots

6. Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly human pyre
Who'd suspect a little boy that shouldn't play with fire?
Firmly tied down to the bed, sprawled across the mattress
Doused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matches
Eyes of horror open wide as finally the match is struck
Hungry fumes burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their backs
Excruciating torturous pain, as faces melt like wax
The fire-works excite the boy, he dances 'round the bed
Chanting, whooping merrily, his parents glowing red
Across the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the ceiling
Paint and flesh react the same, blistering and peeling

Blood, blackened lung and un-burnt fuel
Ooze from the mouth as filthy drool
Carbonized corpse brittle and thin
Teeth grinning brown through black flaking skin

Years gone by that little boy has turned into a man
Ten score lives gone up in smoke – his trusty jerry can
His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attack
Awakened by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac

The haunting dreams of parents dead,
torments his mind each day
New couples faces, a mere disguise,
those parents have to pay
Masturbating furiously, their torment he remembers
A whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the embers

7. Plague

Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep
Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep
Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise
Crypts and tombs around the globe spit forth sepulchral cries
Rotten hands break though the earth,
morgue draws start to open
Funeral parlours liven up as coffin-lids a broken
Hysteria begins to mount as people flee and try to hide
As shambling armies of the dead begin to end mankind

The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams
Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams
A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a horrid mass of wormy flesh
The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death
A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat
To fondle innards warm and soft, embedding teeth in blood-soaked meat

Lips pulled back in a rictus grin
Bones protrude through decayed skin
Rotten lungs breathe nauseous breath
Through twisted fangs in jaws of death

A vile and nauseous rancid stench chokes the once pure air
Decayed left over dinner scraps, discarded everywhere
An arm, a leg, a severed head – body parts and ravaged meat
Clotted stains lay on the ground of silent city streets

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