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Pain breeds morbid visions
They are beyond belief
Infinite incisions
Deathpit miles deep
Mankind chose to open this door
So many throes of pain to explore
Nothing comes here and ever leaves
Enshrouded by fear, murder and disease
Enter the prism of death
Puzzles carved from dripping flesh
Torture and contrition
Forever without rest
Oh the vile and anguish
It pleases master so
Last hope now diminished
Forever tortured souls
To ashes, you’ll burn
A sacrifice, they will never learn
Path of no return
Ravagers for hire
Murderer's company
The villages is on fire
An evil genocidal raid
Enter the prism of death
Mutilated bodies burned
Torture and retribution
Agony without end
Torment, suffer and misery
It pleases master so
Last hopes now diminished
Forever tortured souls
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Executioner
02:47
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Judgement is calling and there’s no way out
I finally found you I’m taking you down
In my sights now you’re gonna pay
The error of your ways, for them you will bleed
No twist of fate or miracles for you
You’re marked for death and accomplices too
Murdered my family, I’ll make you pay
Executioner comes to end your last day
Hours spent planning to devise this attack
Fueled by my hatred, the pain I’ll give back
Appropriate measures - they call me insane
Thoughts of vengeance consume my brain
Cowards, bastards - you will not be tried
Brand of street justice, you all shall die
The verdict is in and you’re sentenced to death
Save your cries now take your last breath
Those who would suffer in pain’s deadly keep
You’ll meet the creator in death’s eternal sleep
Hours spent planning to devise this attack
Fueled by my hatred, the pain I’ll give back
trapped like a soldier with rifle in hand
I’ll cut you down with razors of lead
Judgement has called and there’s no way out
I Finally found you I’m taking you down
In my sights now you’re gonna pay
The verdict is in and you’re sentenced to death
No twist of fate or miracles for you
You’re marked for death and accomplices too
Murdered my family, I‘ll make you pay
Executioner comes to end your last day
Hours spent planning to devise this attack
Fueled by my hatred, the pain I’ll give back
Strapped like a soldier with rifle in hand
I’ll cut you down with a barrage of lead
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Canon of Irreverence
03:18
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Behind the shadow of a former past
Lies our path of desolation
We stand alone, against the wind
Behold our doctrine of impertinence
Without conviction, they shall die in vain
The past is alive, we bring suffering and pain
The cattle behold through envious eyes
They rot in a world of illusions and lies
They plead for the blessings of social rejects
The interest of peddlers this only protects
They need all mindless sheep to believe
A sermon of irreverence, canon for thieves
They bleed for the whispers and lack of respect
The interest of peddlers, this only protects
They need all mindless sheep to believe
A sermon of irreverence, canon for thieves
Entire landscape left scarlett red
Numerous bodies and countless dead
You’re drawn and quartered then burned alive
Hung over flames and left to die
The eyes of the devil have a vision for you
But those you slander have you surrounded
The weaker you've become we now draw near
You feast from the hand you equally fear
They all shall die and you’re to blame
Your blood runs cold as you perish in flames
Behind the shadow of a former past
Lies our path of desolation
We stand alone, against the wind
Behold our doctrine of impertinence
Without conviction, they shall die in vain
The past is alive, we bring suffering and pain
The cattle behold through envious eyes
They rot in a world of illusions and lies
(Repeat chorus)
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Circle of Rats
03:29
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Bone cutting wind spreads the feeding flames
Deepest dens of sin - they reek of filthy shame
From the swamp within, this empire of lies
The mecca of rats dissolving from the inside
To each, their own - you’re all the same to me
Grind to the same tune, you all pretend to be
Weekend costume ball, metal market shopping mall
The more threads you wear, the emptier your soul
False king worship, mecca of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead
Your Kingdom has fallen, ashes tell the tale
Wounds now swollen, only the true shall prevail
Windy city cespool, an empire of lies
The circle of rats, rotting from the inside
To each, their own - you’re all the same to me
Dance to the same drum, you all pretend to be
Troupe of whores, spreading their disease
Circle of rats, the walls are closing in
False king worship, circle of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead
Bone cutting wind spreads the feeding flames
Deepest dens of sin - they reek of filthy shame
From the swamp within, this empire of lies
The mecca of rats dissolving from the inside
Your Kingdom has fallen, ashes tell the tale
Wounds now swollen, only the true shall prevail
False king worship, mecca of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead
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DEADNIGHT Illinois
DEADNIGHT was forged in the Chicago underground in 2003. Inspired by legendary acts like Sodom, and Kreator , DEADNIGHT brings forth an infectious blend of old school thrash metal steeped with the darkness and melody of Bathory and early Dissection. They are old school, uncompromising, with an honest and traditional approach to songwriting. ... more
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