Can you hear them howling?
Crying havoc, let slip the leash
By spears of longinus bled
The glory bitches of doghead

Havoc

Unleash the hounds, bloody hungry eyes burn in the black
The stench of sick as God lies befouled on wretched sack

Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
This is Christ's work

All the buzzing flies, midst the twisted nails
The bone and skin
Round the serpent pit the rats are screaming
Slick with sin

Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
This is Christ's work

Can you hear them howling?
Of the church of filth and the beheaded cross
Such holy curse on hell's bile fed
The glory bitches of doghead

Unleash the hounds, baying madness from the carrion floor
Go bitches forth, avenge the murdered, sainted whore

Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
This is Christ's work

Can you hear them howling?
Beaten, kicked, maimed, drugged
Your wretched king from hell cunt born
Now seraph choir howl judgement's dawn

Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
This is Christ's work

Can you hear them howling?
Of luckless bastards and child saints
Glory lies in the spilling of blood
Kill for your king, die for your God

In chains you toiled at the hands of men
The kine knows not yet its yoke
And strives but as one of the flock
But in savagery lies freedom

Pitiless in naked sacrificial rite
Those prior masters crucified
To such savage cross were nailed
Flying headlong into the storm
A ferocious beating coruscant
Tempest's bliss from tethers torn
Such headless corpse will dance

Waves of new freedom was us clean
Of ghosts of oblivion's reveries
But with all course lost directionless
Whither will we go? Where the fuck should we go?

We sail on - ever, ever on
Mired rotting leviathans
Trouble us no more
As the golden future shines

To see such glories yet unseen
Quixotic fantasy
Such unknown shores where mad beauty
And cruel nightmares reign

But have we sailed too far?
Where now the shining hope for freedoms future?
When 'voyaging' becomes 'dead lost'
Bright freedom turns iron cage

The light has fled even from our dreams

The age of creation and new joy has passed
As we shudder and fear
Then insoluble thunder of mariner's beasts
Old horrors and glories lost
Cleaving unto the shades of reveries long dead

The butterfly has lost it's wings

And we who sailed with you
Who learned to say 'I'
Our ship has gone down with all hands

So raise your voices and sing
For this butterfly has lost it's wings
Sing out your hearts
Sing o'er your bowels filled with ashes
All hands are lost
All hands

A fucking retard
A spastic embarrassment
But he'd never have laid a finger on you
But you did what you did, and I'll do what I have to do

God may forgive them
But first they'll face the beast

It's raining here as night cowls the hills
I'm not even sure what I am anymore
But you - you're animals and I'll put you down like stray dogs
Put the kettle on, pack a suitcase
Ha! It's time for a trip

God may forgive them
But first they'll face the beast

This is almost a memory
We all died with the innocent
A long time ago
We're all dead men walking
And every breath is cheyne stoking

God may forgive them
But first they'll face the beast

You know the feeling when it's always just around the edges
Overwhelming sense of pressure?
On the periphery
The weight is always threatening, you know it
Could collapse your vision
Always the desperate screaming bubbling below the surface
Can you even stay in control?
Just like that night you broke before the agonising flow of memories and drowned in the flood

You never wanted it
But your wants don't mean shit
The grimdown

The matted shit encrusted fur of the beasts
The monsters wrestling inside your brain
So scared they will break out and paralyse your helpless ass
How can you stand before this devil?
It's like an octopus that's made of tar, it's reaching out, there's suckers clinging wet to your face
And now the panic comes
You cannot speak, you cannot breathe
The grimdown's made you into it's slave

You never wanted it
But your wants don't mean shit
The grimdown

Can feel the contours of everything you look at
And each and everyone is painful
There is no chance for heroism, only trembling in panicked fear
No where to be safe
Desperate terror like a child crying in the dark for mother
But no answer will come
Kicking, screaming, begging, pleading
Stop snivelling, it's useless
The grimdown shows no mercy

You never wanted it
But your wants don't mean shit
The grimdown

The coldest feeling in the burning pit of your stomach
The onset has you locked in it's grasp
You're so pathetic, why can't you even admit it
Incapable of wiping your own arse
All along you've known you were your own worst enemy
You created the grimdown to fear
But not it's too late you are it's bitch
You cannot change the fact the grimdown is here

1803 - The year you fucked up
If you know so fucking much then tell me - why'd she die?

What use are your fucking laws
When life's not worth living?

You're a fucking symptom
With your words and big ideas
But her human cries for help
Fell on dead fucking ears

Fuck your life of apathy
I'd choose death

What kind of messiah would let his disciples die?
Some kind of mega cunt
No soul in the fucking machine

This kingdom that you built
With stone walls of duty
You didn't seem to notice Kunt
It's filled with fucking ghosts

Victory with no resistance is no victory at all

So we're cold in temperament
And to suffering indifferent?
Did you ever look in the fucking mirror?
You fucking robot cunt

You couldn't save her
And that's why I crown you King Kunt

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Disaster
No free time for suicide
What'd you see when you closed your eyes?
Too many dirty secrets

What shit stained carrot are you hiding
In your desperately mute past?
A filthy little bundle and a trip to a bridge
Did the child sink or swim?

What'd you want, a love song?
This is for those who've lost their will
Tears on your cheeks and shit on your lips
Come on, come on, come on go through with it!

So kill yourself
But don't think that it has meaning
Just kill yourself
Get it over and done

So many disorders, so little time
A shopping list for the self obsessed
But to get results, it takes guts

So kill yourself
But don't act like it has meaning
Just kill yourself
Get it over and done

Why wait anymore?
The world's all gone wrong
Fucking show us your guts

So kill yourself
But don't act like it has meaning
Just kill yourself
Get it over and done

It's just so damn easy
Think of all the attention your corpse will get
People will only notice you once you're gone

Just lay your head down

It's here
You've been asking for it for long enough
I made this picture for you
It's made up of photographs I took
You're so pretty, just look at your eyes
I was sent to watch over
Look at these pictures
These are the ones I took
While you were sleeping

The times I've seen you smile across the room
We always knew they were really for us
We just couldn't admit it in front of everyone
I understand
But now we can stop pretending

I know it must come as a big relief
You knew it was me who sent you those presents
It was difficult the way I am and all
But I hope you liked them
Some of them were so very hard to catch
Stop fucking crying!

The times I've seen you smile across the room
We always knew they were really for us
We just couldn't admit it in front of everyone
I understand
But now we can stop pretending

Wipe fresh curds of love from your cunt
Lick the spit out of your bowl of sick
Fucking drugged up whore

Rim the stink hole with scaled tongue
Cancer cunt wet, gaping wide for stupid little meat

Smashed glass broken bottle cunt tabber
Theirs is not to question why
Theirs is butt to fuck and lie

Take your heel out of my asshole
And smash me in the fucking face

Stabbed so full of needles and hate
I'll vomit the words 'I love you'

Mistress show us, filthy broken whore
You might be a cheap slut
But I'd still love to fuck you

Give strong drink to the one who is perishing
And wine to those in bitter distress

Let them drink and forget their poverty
And remember their misery ever more

Such big dreams, you could almost feel them dying
The look on your face said the sky was crashing down

Drown it

Your day will never come
All that is left is the tears of an old man