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A toxic nucleus
In the heart of a town
Hands, caked in dirt
All reaching out
To welcome you
And make you better
Fit for forlorn ways
The poisonous touch
That hears you scream
And life burns away
So there's no thought anymore
It's a herd
That died long ago
Mindless, soulless
One much like another
It's obvious after the fact
But somehow you didn't know
When the dead grabbed you
With shallow instincts
And base hunger
That procreated in the graveyard
Graves mark the still living
And it keeps spreading out
A disease, a dance of conformity
Insidious in nature
As it claims your future
And makes you the same
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Abyss Lord
06:12
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Into the Deep
The Hellish Abode
You’ll find a throne
His Majestic Throne
Chorus:
Not in the Septuagint
Abyss Lord!
A Dark Secret
Abyss Lord!
Realm of Primordial Chaos
King of the Underworld
Slaughter the Gadarene Swine
Master of Human-Animal Hybrids
Repeat Chorus
Lyrics by J. Corpse
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Old memories beneath swirling glass
No longer reachable, painful to see
They are trapped where they died
In a lake of ghosts
Reborn on misty mornings
Pointing the way to hell
Reminding us of our fragile lives
Because nothing is pure
And someday it dies
So we can no longer obscure
The failings and the unfair
That grow like forlorn mold
Spreading with new stories
All that drown
All that die
Washed away in silence
Until the agonized rebirth
Twisted, strangled
Inevitable
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It was born of a man’s imperfections
And lies
A seed of wrath, planted in the ground
Of course they seek to atone
When it germinates
When it’s too late
Before the glowing eyes
Feeding on revenge
And revenge can be justice
Death is no boundary
So it succeeds
Dragging them back into soil
From where it came
To be submerged, left to rot
Now bask in justice
It’s six feet down
With claw marks
Like ticks on the soul
Counting horrible things done
On a thundering night
There’s plenty of time to think
Think forever
In the grave, in the dirt
While the eyes watch
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He wants information
A traitor has emerged
A mission now in jeopardy
But hungry rodents await
Chorus:
Strapped in the Rat Chair
Strapped in the Rat Chair
Strapped in the Rat Chair
Strapped in the Rat Chair
A horde of rats
Gnaw at the treasonous
The information pours
The blood pours
Repeat Chorus
Lyrics by J. Corpse
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A curved blade, wicked and thin
Stained with the lives of a hundred men
It travels the world, passed unto victims
Its wooden handle in the shape of a bird
A trickster, the sun stealer,
Paint fading with the passage of time
Buried in graves, trapped in chests
Found between ribs of an Indian chief
Always kills, always seen
In the heart of a horseman
In the back of a sea captain
Forever conniving, seeking blood
Thirsting for its original purpose
Following orders of druids long dead
Their malevolence lives on
In a knife of sacrifice, a flesh-carving blade
Bringing the kiss of death
Deceiving humans in simple ploys
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Hell Hounds
10:43
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Hell hounds are rabid dogs
That live inside us
Run like they’re chasing
They’ll chase you to a world below
On the hunt
Smelling blood
Of all the unwise things you do
Inviting them to bare teeth
And when they sink into your flesh
You’ll cry foul
That’s why you lie
That’s why you steal
That’s why they rip you apart
Inside out
But it’s your blueprint
You spun the web
And set the stage
Point fingers, it’s in vain
They snap them off
And they’ve got you
Surrounded
From within
Piercing eyes, pierce the lies
Deep down you know the truth
Hell hounds!
Hell hounds!
Hell hounds!
On the hunt
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Winds Of The Graveyard
07:05
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A last lonely place
Beckoning
Second by second
Its cold fingers reach out
Numbing you with fear
Can you move?
Can you think?
Can you remember to live?
Or will you decide
Again and again
To run away and hide
From winds of the graveyard
That howl in your soul
They know the final crypt is easy
Just lay there and rot
It’s the crawl that matters
So this tempest, it tricks you
Turns you around
Until your body can’t move
And your heart doesn’t feel
Too late, you see your mistake
The winds won again
You died every day
And got buried every night
There’s no way to get it back
An ice cold tornado
Swept away your life
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Valley of the Doomed
04:56
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Immortal Rotting New York, New York
Immortal Rotting seeks to be evil. Formed with reverence for foreboding death metal masters like Incantation, Coffins, and
Incrust, Immortal Rotting flies the standard of evil in metal, an art often forgotten in a musical landscape of grind and brutality.
John Corpse - Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Programming
Keith Christhunter - Guitar, Lyrics
Andrew Ghoul -
Drums
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