Severe the cord to the puppet’s master
And spill the blood that poisons you
Despise for the liars grows faster and faster
Open the gates he passes through
Khaos rules the coldness
Insanity’s my course
When your souls freeze to death
Then satan is the source
Punishment rules my life
Waiting for the end to arrive
Falling deep into the lungs of hell
Never listen to the praising words
All the heathens tell
Trapped in a room with no doors
Schizophrenia is the course
A blaze in the northern sky
Redemption for one who can’t die
A voice in the northern wind
A search for ones who shall find
Silent i rage against god
Our souls for three to deny
Holy tormentor of blood
We raise our fists up to the sky
My present damage is done
Perpetual suffering was cast
The end of Christ has just begun
Now await the crushing blast
Punishment…
Trapped…
Genocide, deicide, suicide
Disorder in the servant’s grave
Resurrected for the last fight
Annihilation in the flesh of the brave
Storm troopers of the revenger
Wait and don’t cross the abyss
Hear the words of the bypassing stranger
Waiting for the blackened angels to kiss
Suffocate in the frantic masses
Sick are the ways of these assassins
Never will be remorse
When satan is the source
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Seeking a trace of blood in the snow
Hiding disgrace – fast living, die slow
Dark mind dark heart sinister decay
I hate this life that’s why I pray
In my soul is a frosty chill
This is why I have to kill
Cowardly outside, dark heart in me
Walking through black night, where I am free
Staying alive I see
The blood of my enemy
Staying alive I see
The pain of my enemy
Staying alive I see
Despair of my enemy
Slaying the live I see
End of the world is me
Murdering with rotten violence
My cold hands hold a knife
To stop this fucking existence
Those believers call a life
Gimme a reason to kill you
Gimme a reason to let you be
Thousand reasons to kill you
No reason to let you free
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Watching the End of the world
Under a funeral moon
Follow the smell of the dead
The soldiers are wounded and mad
Weaving over the fight
My scythe and my sharpened blade
I rip the corpses and drink their blood
Maggots and flesh is my food
The only one to live in this war is me
My lost existence
Living with no sense
I slit my wrist
NECROPHARGIST
Blasphemic and with sardonic wrath
Immortal, hungry and blind
The graveyard is my home
Night and day over the battle I roam
There’s so much pain and only death
Sleepless I dwell in the dark
Suffocated in the fog and dust
You are a victim of my blood-lust
You are alive – I clean my knife
You fight – you think it’s right
You’re brain dead – fucking bullet in your head
I crack your bones – blood on the stones
Freedom I’ve found – on the red stained, dusty ground
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"Pain is weakness leaving the body!"