Torture Killer - Sewers lyrics
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Tracks 01. Crypts
02. I Bathe In Their Blood 03. The Art Of Impalement 04. By Their Corpse 05. Coffins 06. Rats Can Sense The Murder 07. Scourging At The Pillar 08. Sewers 01. Crypts
In the kingdom of the rotten
The casket slowly opens Arise from the crypts of torment Obey the cursed commandment The underworlds rejoice Of long awaited vengeance The ones who were doomed to rot and decay Are now commencing the killing spree Painful death Lacerating torment Screams of help are useless Twitching pain Unseen violence Blade sinks in the flesh The arteory sets in Repeated stabs to the neck Paints the world with red Back from the crypts Back from the crypts to murder Dead descend Your body into everlasting silence Painful death Lacerating torment Screams of help are useless Twitching pain Unseen violence Blade sinks in the flesh The arteory sets in Repeated stabs to the neck Paints the world with red Let the world descend Into silence and repent As the worms dig in Lungs collapse, death sets in Crawl inside the flesh You feel them move inside your head Silence of the grave Now reaches out, pulls you in Painful death Lacerating torment Screams of help are useless Twitching pain Unseen violence Blade sinks in the flesh The arteory sets in Repeated stabs to the neck Paints the world with red 02. I Bathe In Their Blood
I am the blinding rage, sadistic pain
I hail mass murders and all mentally depraved Die, die, die, I treat all the same The voice in my heads says to dig another grave A line of instruments deranged and infected All cries of mercy, violently rejected I want blood, I love violence A hammer takes you kneecaps, you will not die in silence To torture, to murder To torture, to murder I bathe in their blood With an axe and a saw I cut you shapeless Your torso lifeless I bathe in their blood Days of torture will nog satisfy my needs To bathe in their blood and ejaculate my seed Bound to your death, skinned and dissected Piece by piece, bit by bit, hacked, molested A trail of blood leads to a fresh open grave I nail your coffin and let your innards decay Gasoline stench, ground an entrail infusion Mass grave of victims, the final resolution To torture, to murder To torture, to murder This domain of death is mine What reeks of life will die Your death is mine What reeks of life will die Your death is mine What reeks of life will die I bathe in their blood Your death is mine What reeks of life will die I bathe in their blood Your death is mine What reeks of life will die I bathe in their blood 03. The Art Of Impalement
Earing a hole to your chest
One stab struck in your neck Deep blue skin, the worms set in My trophy of impalement Tearing the soul from your chest Your headstone is re-written No disgust when fucking the dead It's the living I feel resentment Art of impalement Grace in killing victims Living or dead, it's all the same I make them all scream in pain Tearing a hole, tearing the soul Righteous wrath, instant death Spear driven through the neck The last remaining seconds of life In fear of what comes next Art of impalement Grace in killing victims Living or dead, it's all the same I make them all scream in pain Art of impalement Grace in killing victims Living or dead, it's all the same I make them all scream in pain 04. By Their Corpse
I am alive to kill them all
To mercilessly butcher I bring genocide to your lives I am ready to murder Hack, kill and fornicate By their corpse I masturbate Blood is shed, devouring death Erase her life and forget I am ready for another murder So I kill to relieve the hunger So I kill, so I kill So I kill to relieve the hunger Face smeared, slowly decay Dripping pus Head removed, dormant skin Punctured eyes missing The ones I killed a week ago Their names I can't remember Not sure where my life went wrong But I know I love to hurt her I am ready for another murder So I kill to relieve the hunger So I kill, so I kill So I kill to relieve the hunger By their corpse I stand and stare How much I can bear By their corpse I'm aware There's no life I would spare I am alive to kill them all To mercilessly butcher I bring genocide to your lives I am ready to murder Hack, kill and fornicate By their corpse I masturbate Blood is shed, devouring death Erase her life and forget I am ready for another murder So I kill to relieve the hunger So I kill, so I kill So I kill to relieve the hunger 05. Coffins
Amidst the dust, death and dirt
I perform the post burial murder No body, no soul remembered As I devour and dismember All the maggots are alive and fresh As I consume all decaying corpses Receive nourishment from the rotten A repulsive need never forgotten I crave for coffins I crave for coffins Daylight breaks as I close the lid Only rats and bones in the pit Not alive, rot with time In this hell I will never die All the maggots are alive and fresh As I consume all decaying corpses Receive nourishment from the rotten A repulsive need never forgotten I crave for coffins I crave for coffins An eerie cold, haunting presence Unded hunger, no living escape No life left in these coffins No life left in these coffins Amidst the dust, death and dirt I perform the post burial murder No body, no soul remembered As I devour and dismember All the maggots are alive and fresh As I consume all decaying corpses Receive nourishment from the rotten A repulsive need never forgotten I crave for coffins I crave for coffins 06. Rats Can Sense The Murder
The silence speaks, of carnage and defeat
The death has struck, another life is lost The swarm of flies, invade your life Feel my hands around your throat, just before you die Death will strike imminently Victim falls to the ground Stains of blood on the walls Spell death and terror I cant wait any longer I crave the flesh Need the blood The stench of horror Rats can sense the murder Soon they'll start to gather No remorse, no regret I am the lurking death Death will strike imminently Victim falls to the ground Stains of blood on the walls Spell death and terror Murder instinct now revived in need for gore and terror Purpose of my mortal life is to hack kill and dismember Butchered life is the outcome, mangeld corpse penetration Purpose of my mortal life is to hack kill and dismember The silence speaks, of carnage and defeat The death has struck, another life is lost The swarm of flies, invade your life Feel my hands around your throat, just before you die Death will strike imminently Victim falls to the ground Stains of blood on the walls Spell death and terror 07. Scourging At The Pillar
Lord of this world pours into my soul
I must cleanse myself, rape myself in whole I will refuse this body, refuse this sinful shell Preparations made, purity prevails Enigmas of the flesh Pain threshold becomes the test Measure your true devotion Nine tails of flagellation Release the blood A pool of blessings splattered All my sins Hanging threads of flesh I gathered Uneartly piety through pain and dissection Removal of the parts that cause damnation I castrate myself for god, lord of hell, lucifer Pillars of consecration, burning nails of crucifixion Watch me, oh father With bleeding eyes I see A leaking torso filled With knifemade cavities For I am his picture Molested and holy Through gouged eyes In my skull I see his glory My doom, proclaims your praise Through gouged eyes Through severed sights My body, my being Beaten and flayed My flesh is yours Through tyranny and rape His glory, majesty With bleeding eyes I see Accept my flesh And come into me All amputated parts baptized into bliss All my true perversions banished beyond this A path of gore, orgy of salvation Sacrificial rites of flesh through self-mutilation I drill my ears so you may speak Without my tongue the serpent becomes weak For I am his picture, molested and holy Through gouged eyes in my skull I see his glory 08. Sewers
Southwest of heaven
I act as judge, jury and executioner Vicious wrath, will to kill Sewers are my killing field Bloodtrail leads beneath the ground Where 49 bodies are found Stench of the dead Severed from life In these sewers the horror revived A ravenous murdering rage I am the father, killing gave me grace Another corpse and a victim Another piece, another one dead A broken bottle to a crushed skull Bleeding blood that's not enough I will kill more In these sewers I will hammer them down Stench of the dead Severed from life In these sewers the horror revived A ravenous murdering rage I am the father, killing gave me grace Another corpse and a victim Another piece, another one dead A broken bottle to a crushed skull Bleeding blood that's not enough I will kill more In these sewers I will make them drown |