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What hearsay has tainted thine pathetic existence.
Quarrel hath risen from blackened pits,
breaching with haste
thine boil-ridden flesh.
Thine spires are burning,
Thy putrid relics
fall towards the earth.
the end is now,
this is the birth of the end.
The end is now
Thy sacrifice is made;
Fuck,
Virgins blood hath stained the sharp of thine blade.
Forever revel in that which will never yield.
Blood spattered tendrils shall rise forth from this earth,
thou shalt become a rotting filthy corpse.
Thine flesh shalt spill over and under on into oblivion,
riding upon Death's black wings.
On into the great divide
thou shalt make haste,
delivering thine perfect putridity unto Thy gods.
Thou forever rot in limbo;
thou shalt never recall anything but purgatory.
The end is now!
Bring Thy gods thine putridity.
Show Thy gods thine putridity.
Show Thy gods thine reign of darkness.
Bring Thine God Thine suffering
Show thine gods thine reign of darkness
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Welcome to a world through the eyes of a mind unbridled
and unspoken.
i see the world for what it is and its fucking sick.
you all walk towards a grave you don't even know was dug for you,
through those graves of dying behind you,
they are the same that came before.
This is the end of all that you know,
for you and all that you hold dear.
I Am Fear
and i come for you with a crippling embrace.
don't try to run for you i will always find.
Oh this
is the
end of you!
Welcome
to the
pit of what your life's become!
you will never know the feeling of this hate
because you are nothing to me.
you don't know a thing about me,
and now i think it's time i settled the score!
You're nothing more
than a two bit fake and i want for nothing more than you to
feel this Hate!
Feel it course through your veins!
Jealousy mixed with rage.
Is all you'll ever be.
come on and scream it to me.
you all mean nothing.
you are the great disease
called this fucking metal scene.
if you are what is original these days it seems.
then i want nothing more than to be,
the reason you crumble apart at the seams.
bring it motherfucker.
come on and bring it to me.
you all mean nothing to me.
you are.
The Great Disease.
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Skies Of Grey
03:11
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This is an instrumental piece.
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Lying naked
unable to make a sound
shallow heartbeat,
imperceptible breathing.
the autopsy procedure has begun.
no way to show you still live
(but not for long)
Sharp tools rest beside you on a table
the doctor makes his choice scalpel,
soon incisions will be made.
The pain ignites like a fire inside you
crimson liquid covers your naked flesh
it's too late
trapped in your mind
screaming in pain!
screaming in pain!
nobody hears you..
the doctor reaches, clutching scissors to split you open.
starting at your naval..
snip..
snip..
CRUNCH
Your ribcage explodes outward
you continue to scream in agony
but only inside your mind
bleeding out,
this is the end
as your pathetic existence
comes to a close
Your fear ignites within just like the pain
from this cavitous incision.
You are nothing
but a shell upon which you've become
this coroners play thing.
You can never reveal this pain.
I'm inside your veins.
Ripping you apart at the seams.
You are nothing more
than a flesh bag upon a table.
Now! if you may doctor!
preform the procedure
autopsy.
We are the doctors.
You are the patients.
Please have some patience.
You've been forsaken.
You've been forsaken.
We are the doctors.
You are the patients.
Please have some patience.
You have been forsaken.
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Manifested Travesty Seattle, Washington
Manifested Travesty is a metal project hailing from Seattle, WA. If you like Infant Annihilator,Thy Art Is Murder, and Wretched, check us out!
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