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Entrails: "Rise Of The Reaper" – 2019

энциклопедия: Entrails

Состав группы:

  • Jimmy Lundqvist – гитара
  • Pontus "Penki" Samuelsson – вокал, бас
  • Markus Svensson – гитара

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Brynjar Helgetun – ударные
  • Smattro Ansjovis – вокал
  • Willy Whiplash – вокал
  • Marc Niederhagemann – вокал
  • Mathias Nilsson – акустическая гитара

Entrails: "Rise Of The Reaper" – 2019

Композиции:

  1. Rise Of The Reaper
  2. For Hell
  3. Miscreation
  4. The Pyre
  5. In The Shape Of The Dead
  6. Gravekeeper
  7. Destination Death
  8. Destruction
  9. Crawl In Your Guts
  10. For Whom The Head Rolls
  11. Evils Of The Night
  12. Cathedral Of Pain
  13. The End

Лирика

1. Rise Of The Reaper

(intro)

2. For Hell

In life – A killer and a fiend
Wrath – Hatred filled you to the brim
Damned – Death will lead the way
Yours sins will all be squared
You better be prepared

For hell
Sent to the fiery lake
Damnation in your wake
For hell
Beyond the devils gate
Eternity awaits

Behold – The pits of misery
blight – Forever sick, forever bleed
Decay – You'll wither and corrode
Your body decomposed
Your soul has been disposed

For hell
Sent to the fiery lake
Damnation in your wake
For hell
Beyond the devils gate
Eternity awaits

Burn – Fire burns your flesh
Skinned – Feel the knife slice through your hide
Torment – Excruciating pain
Yours sins will not be squared
You cannot be prepared

For hell
Sent to the fiery lake
Damnation in your wake
For hell
Beyond the devils gate
Eternity awaits

3. Miscreation

Skin cracked, guts exposed
As it dwells in the dark
It stinks of a hundred bad breaths
From its hundred mouth

An abominable pile
Miscreation
Spewing pestilence and bile
Miscreation
A horrendous slab of life
Miscreation
With excruciating strife
Miscreation

Slimy beast of carnage
A living, moving cyst
Glowing in the darkness
Through the mist

An abominable pile
Miscreation
Spewing pestilence and bile
Miscreation
A horrendous slab of life
Miscreation
With excruciating strife
Miscreation

Pus leaking out
Deformity that smells and sound
Limbs in every direction
Twisted mass of gross infection

Slithering through the mud
Chewing through the night
Devouring everything that's
Close and all in sigh

An abominable pile
Miscreation
Spewing pestilence and bile
Miscreation
A horrendous slab of life
Miscreation
With excruciating strife
Miscreation

4. The Pyre

I've been longing for this sensation
To feel the scorching flames is my fixation

I do not mind the fire
Send my body to the pyre

Char and blistering on my skin
The sound of sizzling flesh, smoke I breath in

I do not mind the fire
Send my body to the pyre

My dying wish is not to suffocate
To instead savour it for hours straight
I want to live through the decomposition
And relish in my own incineration

Burn through layers of fat and tissue
Anguish and agony is not an issue

I do not mind the fire
Send my body to the pyre

I do not mind the fire
Send my body to the pyre

5. In The Shape Of The Dead

Rotten hands emerge from beneath
The dead has come back to life
Twisted and bent from decades in the ground
Blindly crawling around

In the shape of the dead
Undead disgrace
In the shape of the dead
Shameful – Reanimate

Rotten and putrid
Disgusting and grotesque
But totally worthless none the less
A disaster with worldwide reach
But don't fret, you will stay quite safe

Under the moonlight
In the thick fog of night
An army reanimated from the grave
Mostly unable to harm or attack
But the stench is so foul you will gag

Rattling bones ans missing limbs
Struggling to move even an inch
Tumbling and falling, an undying bunch
Can move beyond the graveyard lines

In the shape of the dead
Undead disgrace
In the shape of the dead
Shameful – Reanimate

6. Gravekeeper

Grief – Tortured soul
On a journey to the dead you embark
Mourn – Bitter loss
By the tombstones in this graveyard so dark

A wet guts hits your skin
A rancid breath, now dread sets in

Turn – Gace upon
His disfigured and bloom covered face
Fear – This hunched over freak
An abnormal and grisly disgrace

Though you may try to run
His next display, you are the one
His newest, freshest weaper
He's the gravekeeper

Among the graves, always lurking around
To the dead devoted, to the graveyard bound
His hands on your neck, your last embrace
Then burried and lost in a homemade case

Gone – Never found
Covered under six feet of dirt
Hush – Silence of death
You can no longer warn or alert

Now you have joined the ranks
Encased in mud and wooden planks
Collection of dead weaper
He's the gravekeeper

7. Destination Death

Journey for the wicked
Death league on the road
Towards absurdity we go
On route destruction
Wherever it may lead
To spread our pure insanity

We ride through carnage
Destination death
We kill by all and any means
A quick stop in killville
Fill up in weaponry
Then head towards brutality

We ride through carnage
Destination death
We kill by all and any means
A quick stop in killville
Fill up in weaponry
Then head towards brutality

Limbs and organs
Will splatter across the lands
When they are faced with our wrath
We leave but corpses
Mutilated and maimed
And leave them rotting in their place

We ride through carnage
Destination death
We kill by all and any means
A quick stop in killville
Fill up in weaponry
Then head towards brutality

We stop at nothing
We don't tale any breaks
Forever killed, forever dead

We ride through carnage
Destination death
We kill by all and any means
A quick stop in killville
Fill up in weaponry
Then head towards brutality

8. Destruction

Enormous pain, blood will rain, I am insane
Cutting heads, all is red, I can feel the dead
All is dying, arms are flying, souls go to hell
Slaughter is the world, I want you to die

Death and destruction
Came with the storms
Blood on my hands
Still feeling warm

Stabbing makes you bleed
A manic killing agree
Cover me in gore
I'm always wanting more

Shreds of flesh
In chaos breeds
The art of being torn apart
Lifeless chunks
A blood soaked mass
Accumulated in a flash

Souls to tear, can you hear the morbid fear
Then you feel blade of steel chop off your skull
Strong light, give me night, give up the fight
Slaughter is the world, I want you to die

Death and destruction
Came with the storms
Blood on my hands
Still feeling warm

9. Crawl In Your Guts

Human dissection for pleasure
Your life by a thread
Unholy sex drive of grimness
I'll save your corpse when you're dead

Tied to the altar of madness
Old school rites from the past
Insane torture, you're helpless
The thrill, how long can you last?

Tears in your eyes now
O like my victims to die

Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Now you must do as I tell you
Crawl in your guts

Experimental sickness of sodom
Sworn to the unholy faith
Evil is eternal
Your intestines are my prey

Sophisticated slaughter of madness
My art will live through
Tasteful, lust, completeness
Into the crypts of doom

Screams in the night now
Sodomized body of lust

Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Crawl in your guts
Now you must do as I tell you
Crawl in your guts

10. For Whom The Head Rolls

Dagger or the battle-axe
Anything that hacks
Coping saw or kitchen knife
Whatever ends their lives

Make it splatter on the walls
On the ceiling, on the floor
See it tumbling to me
For whom the head rolls

Sabre or a rapier
Swinging it in the air
Cleaver or a sword
To please your hungry lord

Make it splatter on the walls
On the ceiling, on the floor
See it tumbling to me
For whom the head rolls

All the people stand in line
Waiting for the sign
Thumb goes down, head comes off
And flies the room across

Make it splatter on the walls
On the ceiling, on the floor
See it tumbling to me
For whom the head rolls

Make it splatter on the walls
On the ceiling, on the floor
See it tumbling to me
For whom the head rolls

11. Evils Of The Night

Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night

Walking the earth
Out of darkness birthed

Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge, both realms combine

Always lurking, near when you sleep
Closer in the gloom they creep

They wake when shadow drapes the light
And walk when memories have ceased
When purpose in life is without meaning
Only the wicked will find peace

Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night
Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge – Evil of the night

12. Cathedral Of Pain

Pale – Face of death
Your lights go out as I crave into your flesh
Death – Stench of death
The rotten smell fills my lungs

Soulless – Abandoned in the dark
Fleshless – Your skin is torn apart
Boneless – Your corpse will fade away
Darkness – Imprisoning you

Through the gates of dark desires
Beyond the putrid flesh
The pits of doom are calling you
And its cold caress
A journey through the art of pain
The vile and the insane
I'll drag you down with me
Cathedral of pain

Grave – Cold, moist grave
The final resting place for your realms
Pain – Endless pain
Your suffering will be heard outside of hell

Soulless – Abandoned in the dark
Fleshless – Your skin is torn apart
Boneless – Your corpse will fade away
Darkness – Imprisoning you

Through the gates of dark desires
Beyond the putrid flesh
The pits of doom are calling you
And its cold caress
A journey through the art of pain
The vile and the insane
I'll drag you down with me
Cathedral of pain

Soulless – Abandoned in the dark
Fleshless – Your skin is torn apart
Boneless – Your corpse will fade away
Darkness – Imprisoning you

Through the gates of dark desires
Beyond the putrid flesh
The pits of doom are calling you
And its cold caress
A journey through the art of pain
The vile and the insane
I'll drag you down with me
Cathedral of pain

13. The End

(outro)

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