- Bride Of Insect
Go beyond what is wrong to an abomination or normal morality to what the brain cannot percieve Go beneath the world to where there's movement in the dark taste ...
- Corpse Of Allegiance
Evil walks among us in the guise of man killing to be blessed, the innocent pray and die I stick a knife into his head and twist it through his brain I pull it...
- Cremation
I have just died or so they say was it mere fate? or have they lied To welcome death, the would have me burn, scatter my remains and take what is mine They tie...
- Feral Vicera
Is it my mind within your life? as I tear open your throst Or is it my life within your mind? as I suck on your open wound I lay within your viscera cold and w...
- Feral Viscera
Is it my mind within your life? As I tear open your throst Or is it my life within your mind? As I suck on your open wound I lay within your viscera Cold and we...
- Fetal Lament: Homesick
A mother's nightmare - to lose her only child A loss of life, an infant's tragic death A family torn apart with pain and sorrow What it the child should return?...
- Necrobestiality
Welcome to the minds of the morbid, death's plan revealed to all a sanctuary secluded in darkness, a haven for demented lust Apprentice to the jackal, creature ...
- Place Of Skulls
A small child burning in a cri I listen to it's tender flesh burn the screaming has already stopped I stare at the smoldering corpse and now I remove the skull...
- Stygian Tranquility
To whom it may concern: I'm born at last! I'm in my world, my tranquility and the smell of my flesh annoys me and the scabs on my scales tend to itch and my eye...
- The Beloved Whore Celebration
O lady of dark reality whom we visit late at night, down upon her one by one we bathe in her fetid stench We three fiends of veneral disease pay homage to our g...
- The Colour Of Blood
Creatures born in darkness and the dampness of the earth cast in stone and hidden by the lords of another world The legions who await yearn to have this world ...
- The Misshapen Horror
Dare we speak, lest our voices be heard above the din of an unnatural birth, a birth of many generations at once and we it's keepers watch this horror from belo...
- Vultures Feeding
Look what's become of you; lost for days beneath the scorching sun, without water you'll never last, but we'll wait Now we sense you're almost dead, our noon d...