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Trench Wraith
03:21
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Formless entity appears above gunfire
Engulfing the crowded trenches whole
Entire companies massacred in its black smoke
Torn apart ripping limbs off of their mangled corpses
Until the dead of nightfall
Pray to see dawn
Its form lit by flare-light
The trench wraith slithers on
This beast of war swirling death above our frontlines
Picking apart those unfortunate to be left alive
No escape for it can sense all of our movement
Unprejudiced in its chaos we've been thrust in
Draped in gore, of our fallen brothers
At war before now, we stand in horror
The entire front, crushed into soft pink powder
Deliver us, O'God in our dying hour
Until the dead of nightfall
Pray to see dawn
Its form lit by flare-light
The trench wraith slithers on
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1,000 Cuts
03:23
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Forward to heaven
Into the fields
Where the bodies lay
Tip of the sword
Among the horde
Shepherds of the grave
Above
Burns rays from the bastard sun
Below
Your idols lay dead and cold
Indescribable torment
As steel rips through your flesh
Your illusions of grandeur
Struck down with your death
Call out
Your prayers mean nothing now
Cry out
Your screams will echo through empty halls
1,000 Cuts
Bring you to hell
1,000 Cuts
Hear the toll of the reaper's bell
1,000 Cuts
Cease to rust
1,000 Cuts
Return to dust
You've died for nothing
A sinner's death
For the ages of pain you've caused
I hope it was worth it
Empires you've built now forever gone
In death
You will pay for what you've done to us
In Hell
You will receive final justice
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Profits soaring
Off years of pain
Financiers
Help dig our graves
On brink of crisis
Wealth persists
Constant power struggle
From this cyst
Corporate Sanctioned Execution (x2)
Dollar is God (x4)
Violent culture
Clandestine ways
Entire planet
Reduced to slaves
With calloused hands
And sunken eyes
Beneath this wheel
It all dies
Corporate Sanctioned Execution (x2)
Dollar is God (x4)
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4. |
Stalked then Slaughtered
02:23
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Cutting through the tendon
Roasted on a spit
Stalked then slaughtered
Dragged through forest sticks
Caught from every angle
None of them survive
Collecting captured bodies
To be devoured by the tribe
Sacrament of death confronted
Becoming divine
Skin hung high to be our banners
Tanning human hides
Roasted slowly skin starts boiling
Sculptures made of spine
Hunting those who trespass
On this holy land of mine
Riding through the night
Tracking precious prey
Worn from lack of sleep for now
But dead before day
When they're found they cower
For they know they're next
Sawing off their fingers
kept as trophies round my neck
Sacred calling for our mauling
We'll be blessed again
Sacrificed then kill by torture
Fed to hordes of men
Smiling on us our gods
Beg us to murder again
Heed their word and only follow
For what they have said
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Sledgehammer Funeral
02:57
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Last you remember
Your sight's going red
Visions of corpses staring
Holes in their heads
Hammer dripping
A stench of death
Air draped in fumes
Of their final breath
The smell of putrid bodies
Fear frozen on their face
My spectre haunting victims
Vanished without a trace
My hammer caves their face in
A mass of flesh and bone
Condemned to decompose
Sledgehammer funeral
None know the guilt I feel
It weights upon my mind
The task must be done
Bloodlust to satisfy
Born from the anvil
Pain cast in steel
Thoughts of horrific murder
The only time I feel
I search for one more victim
I feel myself devolve
I need to collect bodies
I need to shatter bone
Condemned to decompose
Sledgehammer funeral
Sledgehammer Funeral (x4)
Last you remember
Your sight's going red
Visions of corpses staring
Holes in their heads
Hammer dripping
A stench of death
Air draped in fumes
Of their final breath
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6. |
The Immovable Lord
04:25
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Burning deep within
Grows a will of iron
Forged for disarray
Braced against decay
(x2)
Blood on the alter
I cannot falter
Blood on the alter
The only offer
Corrupt desire
Draws the ire of Acala
To sever greed
The cloth of suffering
(x2)
Blood on the alter
I cannot falter
Blood on the alter
The only offer
To my path I will defy
Total war
No room for compromise
The Immovable Lord
Dragging my feet across the coals
Ripping through the blindfold
(x2)
Blood on the alter
I cannot falter
Blood on the alter
The only offer
Into death
Samsara
Guardian of the Dharma
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Hymns of War
04:10
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The tanks arrive under flare
Bathed in fire
Struck from air
Death to all
None survive
Push with honor
Break their line
Your men dispersed from firefights
You will not survive the night
Hatred forged by suffering
Bring the cowards to their knees
Burning corpses
Littered fields
Buried deep
Countless killed
At my command
Take their lives
Devoid of mercy
They all shall die
Violent struggle
Death takes form
Echoed forever
The hymns of war
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