1. Wreathed In Rot

I screamed in pain as Pa
Yanked me up from my chair by my
That was the first time he took me
To the room in the back of the barn
I had to be punished at once

Rancid putrefaction
Overpowering me
Vomiting violently
The place is full – crawling
All over – with maggots

Coming forth from everywhere
From the holes in the viscera

Silent rape of sanity
Wreathed in rot

I realised from the smell
That this would imprint on my soul
He opened up the door and pushed me in
Told me to get down the goddamn floor
Full of reeking entrails

Minutes turn into hours
Paralyzed – drifting into hell
Minutes turn into hours
Not long before they're in my mouth

Afterwards I scrub and scrub
My skin turns red and falls off
I start to bleed all over
Somewhere I'm sure they still cling to me

2. Safe With Me

Safe with me like you've been before
I think you know the score
Safe with me like you've been before
'Cause the world's rotten to the core

Your god has led you to me
Once again you're free
Your god has led you to me
The only place to be

Sometimes I feel like I can beat them all

I am your haven of peace
I am your haven of peace
I'll hush the demons in you

Look inside the closest there
I've bought new clothes for you
Look inside the closest there
It's me and you in there
This time I'll open your eyes

Sometimes I feel like I can beat them all

3. Gravgang

Uår fall over landet
Krigen herjar og brenn
Drapsmen tynnar ut slekta
Kongen strammar grepet

Nokon lyt betale
Det er ikkje mat til alle
Du var den siste eg tok
Og du er den første ned

Gravgang

Vil du ikkje så skal du
Eg kan henta spydet
Tårane hjelper deg ikkje
I dette livet eller det neste

Stram deg opp og gå
Hugs at folket ser på
Sjølv kan du styre ettermælet
Til ære eller til skam

Gravgang
Så – ein ny dag er komen
Enno er ingen daud
Skrika kan du slutte med
Det tener ikkje til noko

Sjå deg rundt og tenk
Angrar du no at du ikkje
Greidde å styre deg sjølv
Og halde att lysta di

Nok ei veke har gått
Sjå kor skrinn du er
Vil du ikkje leggje deg
Ned attmed kjerringa di

Lukta riv i nasen
No har makken teke ho

4. Tomb Of God

Purify – sacred writings
Suffering – countless numbers
Bloodred pain – playing tribute
Lay the bricks of death for him

Schizms – dividing
Into many – slay each other
Snakes hissing, rattling
Spreading venom from the pulpits

One man all alone
Standing up – crying out
"I will make you feel
The stench of deceased deity"

Tomb of God – rotting away
Tomb of God – maggot ridden
Tomb of God – worm infested

Violently reeking of death and the lies stick
Tools in the oppressor's hands – to enslave
Drugs in your pain brings down the will
Look up and see the hatred in his eyes
Desperately chipping away at the tombstone
Exhume the infested corpse of their god

5. Bury The Head

A word to the wise, sonny:
I'll tell you something useful
There comes a time
When you cannot step down
You have to stand your own ground

Listen up
They don't need no reason to hate you
If they know where you come from
Folks don't like other folks who act their minds
No matter what the preacher says

Bury the head
They cannot identify without his teeth

Your own
Dad once had his eyes set
On a blue-eyed little country girl
No one told me anything about
Brutal 6-feet tower
She was his darling sweetheart

Here son
The family's heirloom

Keep it under your pillow
Then you'll dream about
The men your grandfather and I
Took down

6. Unattainable Fuck

Snuck out in the dead of night
Pa was snoring in his chair
It was meant to be my night
Of entry to the realm of lust
Secret meeting in the woods
Behind the sawmill's banished grounds
Waited 'till the rise of dawn
But she never did appear

Something's wrong
A schizm has occured

My nerves are steadily oscillating
Vibrating stronger and stronger still

Something is not how it should be
Itching in my spine like spiders
Crawling

Unattainable fuck
Unreachable orgasm
I cannot raise the dead
I cannot raise the dead

I had waited many years
For her to come of age
Gave her letters after school
Conveyed by my brother
She gave her word
That I would pluck her first
Then I found her note stuck
Beside the water bucket

Something's wrong
A schizm has occured

I went on a hunch
On the third day after lunch
Long since departed
The rusted machinery
Suddenly I freeze
I see the torn dress
Betrayal by kin
Mauled in the cotton gin

7. Into The Quagmire

Tie him up good, boys
Until we make the choice
Do we let him burn
Or in the mire turn?

Stuff his mouth with rags
Open all his bags
Either way we say
He don't need it anyway

"Rash?"
"Well, I say "ay", pa"
"Verm and Chicken?"
"We say "ay", pa"

Into the quagmire

Take one of his ears
In case his kin is near
It's easier to pay
When only part of him's away

"Rash?"
"Well, I say "ay", pa"
"Verm and Chicken?"
"We say "ay", pa"

Into the quagmire

Says here right on this here sign:
"No trespassin'!"

8. It Was Demons

In the time before my birth
My dad did not possess his land
He lived on the farm
On his older brother's mercy
My dad only had a room
Tiny little chicken coop
Wife of uncle needed space
As many rooms as possible
One night daddy jumped awake
From a primal scream above

No! It was demons

They came the morning after
Dragged uncle downstairs
Put him in the waiting car
Drove him into town
He only sat for three days
Then the county judge arrived
Lined him up in the old school
He stood up all the time
And screamed until they
Pushed him down:

No! It was demons

It seems they found my uncle
Standing over my butchered aunt
Her head was under the bed
My uncle was standing
In the middle of the room
Frozen to the floor with
Trembling hands
They took my dad in
And questioned him
If he'd heard anything

Strangest thing was
My dad's room was next to my uncle's
But pa swore
He didn't hear nothing before the scream
The whole night

No! It was demons

9. Blood On My Face

Technicalities
Laid down by forensic medicine:
"Multiple stab wounds
The upper body perforated
This could not have been
An act of passion"

Blood on my face

I had to have her blood
To rejuvenate myself
I cannot stalk the streets
Until I am transformed

Entries in my journal
Clearly states
My moment of tuth
My revelation
Finally awoken
From adolescent sleep

Ready to receive
Immortality

She probably is grateful
For the gift I gave
No futile exit
No slowly rotting away

Blood on my face

Doesn't matter what you do to me
My brothers of the night will come
They will bring me down
To their realm
And initiate the rites of purging
Removing all traces
Of the inferior race
Removing all traces
Of the inferior race