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Impious Misanthropic Forces EP

by Putrid Collector

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Funeral bells calling for souls Daily human portion Point of no return Hell admits its turn Strange skies are tightened with gloom This is our ways to the hades through entombed Soil soaked with blood of the martyrs My hands are cold the face is numb The darkness breeding its charms The frozen look The easy prey The armageddon here we're here to slay Panic everywhere Ominous glare Spears of inferno impale everyone Inferno craves me Spreads insanity Nightmares become reality The plague feeds the sanity Bastards crawling everywhere These lands are damned forever Chalice of the black blood will feed the living dead Soul cruel evisceration When the pain is racking me Voices calling slowly It became a paranoia You have to kill if you able to survive The air is saturated with the stench of pus Graveways, we all become a naught Kill, the last ability to feel this life Blood, i wait for blood to fill the earth Massive death expansion Everything will start to rot Their blares come from the same direction The masters destroyed No rules, just carnage Frictions of flesh Misanthropic essence
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Scorn all the divine Blood will boil in veins Crushing holy spirits And mock the face of god Godless infidels rise upon the throne That the reptiles took Burn the sacred book There is no salvation for the human kind The existence is annihilation The light will turn to ash We feasting on their lies The doom is here to reign Let the bastards howl Ill tread on what you call a tender spot Remove the flesh from bone You sworn but now you coming undone The hopeless sheeps Suicidal plague The scum will kill each other Laughter out of hand Darkness now eviscerates Offal of the human race If i kill you first i will take you with me Terminate the religion of rats Parasite at its best always revels Getting to elite and to show them who's the master of their fates The era of revenge God's chosen people are no higher than the drain They become a waste Priceless human souls Antichrist was born Longing for your gore Glorify the new cult Hate now is the law Decimate the abject weak Blowing up the head of every freak When the god is dead New one was born So now you will obey Watch me turn your flesh into ashe Now theres reason for a pray
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I breathe the death around me The rotting worthless souls I step inside the circle To find your fucking vile flesh When sun goes down Hell takes me I will avenge not once Every winter that has past The bodies were dragged there After years of this despair The seeds of sick creation The soil that above Will keep the darkest secrets My hate is recreating From ashes and this dust The limbs of wretched victims My will, will be your death Ill bring not only nightmares So be prepared for hell These walls are representing This horror you will dwell Years pass this slumber endless But time has come tonight This terror everlasting My mind is boiling hell When you will see my dreams Inside your bleeding soul The flesh the blood the organs Its all my sickest brain Infested visions fill this Abhorrent haunting well The eyes are filled with anger I wander through the dead I dig a pit, where you will spend your time alone I share my suffering with you You wont be found...
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Killing, power, increase, perverse Soaking all the putrid parts Hatred awakening Your soul i'll be taking Never regretting Instinct wont frustrating begging for mercy tied under coil Slithering preassure Filling the pleasure The smell of corrosion the poison in fusion beyond the conclusion your head under scythe Infections severe Pestilent plague the perfect position they caugh underneath You follow the treasure My faster deceit Digging up the bones Infecting through insides Drainning them Through fright Repulsive sanity I know the enemy Condition of a soul they suffer in the fall I cut to desecrate Deliver in their fate Im moving righter plate I start to realize Hes moving near the hearse I slowly slide the knife Blood drips with tinny stream cut limbs... Falling on the Ground I hear every sound Bounded, and so weak pipes will start to leak with rotting rusty creek My only wish was you Im stalking for an years And feasting on your fears So now its time to die Killing, power, increase, perverse Soaking all the putrid parts Hatred awakening Your soul i'll be taking Never regretting Instinct wont frustrating begging for mercy tied under coil Slithering preassure Filling the pleasure The smell of corrosion the poison in fusion beyond the conclusion your head under scythe Infections severe Pestilent plague the perfect position they caugh underneath You follow the treasure My faster deceit I began to realize That your life will soon be mine Carvings on the bloody wall Defloration blackened fkow Cutted pieces slither gore Now its time to slit you throat Chloroform, Crippled torn A face to throw Poisoned veins A cease of dwell The gray visions I got my decisions I step on the wound You Scream But you'lle never be found The silent rotting sound Digging in the face Infecting through insides Drainning them Through fright Repulsive sanity I know the enemy Condition of a soul they suffer in the fall I cut to desecrate Deliver in their fate Im moving righter plate I start to realize Hes moving near the hearse I slowly slide the knife Blood drips with tinny stream cut limbs...
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Skulls are filled with cold concrete Now your bodies will be walled Monuments from human shell Death has come to state again Plague of rottenness is here to stay Empty icons bleed to death Tears of gods now filled these cups He will die for all your sins Watch the world turns to disease Your existence makes no sense Skulls are filled with cold concrete Now your bodies will be walled Monuments from human shell Death has come to state again Plague of rottenness is here to stay Empty icons bleed to death Tears of gods now filled these cups He will die for all your sins Watch the world turns to disease Your existence makes no sense Annihilate your gods... Watch the world turns to disease.. Burn.

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The EP made to bring some new songs from 2015-2016 and re-worked old shitty tunes that sucked before. This is the new sound and band, this is death metal.

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released January 30, 2016

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