1. Death Breath

With an infernal fragrance
I stink up the night
A stench so relentless
Taking bad breath to new heights

Your stomach starts churning
Spasms caused by the smell
I stink to high heaven
Bringing you closer to Hell

Rotting
Slowly I'll put you to death
Choking
On the breeze of my death breath

You spew up when I breathe out
Sniff my bestial bouquet
You're slowly being smothered
By the foul fetor of decay

Rotting
Slowly I'll put you to death
Choking
On the breeze of my death breath

You're burning up with fever
From the infectious
Contents of my mouth
My decomposed mouth hole
Laughs and my festered lips pout

Rotting
Slowly I'll put you to death
Choking
On the breeze of my death breath

2. Chopping Spree

I'm looking out for victims
To hunt down
And slash and lacerate
I got this cutting edge dictum
Split before it's too late

I'll use a butcher knife
A hatchet, machete or a kris

I'm on a chopping spree

Your body's to be severed
For your members
I'll go out on a limb
I got this chopping endeavor
Your chances to make it
In one piece are slim

A battle axe
A cleaver or whatever I need

I'm on a chopping spree

Now you're a plea talking torso
Stick your neck out
And there goes your head
I like you even more so
You don't scream too
Much now that you're dead

I'll pack you up
In segments
And chunks of red meat

I'm on a chopping spree

3. Heading For Decapitation

You awake at dawn
As they drag you away
Through dungeons that reek
Of rot and decay
Your final road
To ruin and slump
You wonder how the Hell
You ended up in this dump

The headsman is ready
Got axes to grind
Your black hooded butcher
With your head on his mind

Heading for decapitation

Blinded by the sun
As you enter the square
An abhorrent stench
Is stinking up the air
From the screaming mass
Of incestous freaks
Blindly cheering on
The justice technique

Deafened by the noise
Of the hollering mob
As you're covered in their spit
Infectious dribble and gob

Heading for decapitation

Down on your knees
Head on the block
You squeal hail Mary
And the crowd they mock

Heading for decapitation

4. Dragged Through The Mud

Dragged through the mud
Covered in caked blood
My heart's filled with dread
As most of my buddies
Are already dead

Covered in muck and piss
A medic pumps my chest
I'm slipping into the abyss
This ditch is my final rest

Dying in this mud
Surrounded by ruins
And thousands of dead
And who will mourn my death
Final thoughts
As I choke on my last breath

Covered in sewage and shit
A medic pumps my chest
I'm slipping into the abyss
This ditch is my final rest

Covered in bile and puke
A medic pumps my chest
I'm slipping into the abyss
This trench is my final rest

5. Coffins Of The Unembalmed Dead

The dead will rise
Injections to open up their eyes
So cold
Cannibalism cannot be controlled
Craving flesh
Specimen not decomposed but fresh
From shallow graves
Tomb legions charnel and depraved

The reviving of fresh corpses
Rigor mortis in reverse
Sepulcher violator
Hijacker of the hearse

Coffins of the unembalmed dead

Body minus head
Limbless trunk twitching on a bed
Of stainless steel
At the altar of necromancy I kneel
The dead will walk
Head minus body starts to talk
In the night
Unholy invocations I recite

The reviving of fresh corpses
Rigor mortis in reverse
Sepulcher violator
Hijacker of the hearse

Coffins of the unembalmed dead

Coffins of the unembalmed dead

6. A Morbid Mind

Every night now
He speaks to me
Vog Sothoth in my mind
Must not be unleashed
With every restless dawn
I'm getting weak
Open up and let me out
He whispers to me

Haunted at night in my dreams
Waking up to hear my screams
Clear my head must be strong
Still I feel him gain control

Insomnia wrack my brain
Resistance futile
Slowly driving me insane
I cannot recall
How I got this ill
All I feel now
Is the need to kill

Haunted at night in my dreams
Waking up to hear my screams
Clear my head must be strong
Still I feel him take control

Every night
He speaks to me
Open up let me out
And so I did

Haunted at night in my dreams
Waking up to hear my screams
Clear my head must be strong
Still I feel him take control

Haunted at night in my dreams
Waking up to hear my screams
Mind's a mess can't be strong
Yog Sothoth's in control

7. Reduced To Ashes

Hiding deep in the dark
It's true what they say
You're insane
But you can't stop
Your morbid ways
In search of victims
To light up to dress up in flames

Guided by voices in your head
Killing to get through another day
Sanity has left your brain
Urge too strong
To see people die in flames

Holding tight
The can of gasoline
Excited now to
Hear them scream
Douse their bodies
And light the match
The stench fills the air
Another stinking success

Guided by voices in your head
Killing to get through another day
Sanity has left your brain
Urge too strong
To see people die in flames

Spilled some gas
On your sleeve
Spreading fast
No this can't be real
Eyes are melting
Your skin is scorched
Now you're nothing
But a burning human torch

Guided by voices in your head
Killing to get through another day
Sanity has left your brain
Urge too strong
To see people die in flames

8. Christ All Fucking Mighty

Amidst the darkness
Out of nowhere
The disease engendering
South west wind appears

Vast epidemic
Deprived of cure
All mankind covered
In lepromatous gore

Man retch and vomit
Man heave and hurl
As demons proceed to launch
The end of the world

Priests hung by the thousands
Hell's gone to war
Christ all fucking mighty
Is mighty no more

Man is crippled by famine
Abscess and plague
The awaited armageddon
Is coming of age

Swarms of locusts
Darkens the sky
Arch angels fight till death
And to the death they'll die

Man is defeated
In vain he's on his knees
Against infernal slayers
Stand helpless sick slaves

Up in heaven
On a blood red floor
Lies Christ all fucking mighty
With the Babylonian whore

9. Flabby Little Things from Beyond

Vile beyond conception
Floating in the air
Made visible by science
They're around you everywhere

In loathsome profusion
Archaic and arcane
These jellyish monstrosities
Are fucking with your brain

Confused to a state of repulsion
You stare at the unnamable spawn
Keep still – Don't move or they'll get ya
These flabby little things from beyond

Beyond aesthetic standards
Fouler than the night
Paralyzed you're screaming
As they're going for a bite

With a malignant purpose
Too unholy to be grasped
You slowly start to fathom
That this is your final gasp

Lo and behold the abominations
You try telling yourself you've been conned
But as they pierce your flesh you acknowledge
The flabby little things from beyond

With your preternatural eye
You watch before you die
Sights so vastly profane
You've gone beyond insane

Confused to a state of repulsion
You stare at the unnamable spawn
Keep still – Don't move or they'll get ya
These flabby little things from beyond

10. Cthulhu Fhtagn!

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