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Splitdog's & Medical School Cadavers
We are running from, brain hungry zombies
They are rising from the grave
Contamination, Reanimation
The return of the living DEAD
We are running from , brain hungry zombies
Bio-warfare experimentation
Reanimated corpse's, Oh my God
An apocalyptic horror
The smell of death is everywhere
All hell is breaking loose
Zombies with Mohawk's and chain's
In the resurrection cemetery
Cadaver's banging on , the cooler door
Corpse's can get freezer burn, Oh Yeah
Contamination , Contaminate the whole fucking world
The Army Corp. of Engineers
Contain the bodies, in a cryonic state
Airtight in biohazerd drums
I can feel my body rot
And it hurts to be dead
Because that's what she said
I can feel my body rotting
They get up and kill
The people that they kill
come back to life and kill
And the end will come
with a rising sun
In a nuclear holocaust
Send more cops, send more paramedics
Brains, brains, brains
We want your
Brains, brains, brains
So we don't feel pain
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The Lament Configuration
03:39
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The Lament Configuration
Chain's wrapped around your wrist
As your tortured cries give him life
Your suffering will be absolute
Your pain will be legendary
We have eternity
The blood on the floor
Brought me back, It gave me life
The remnants of a most unsatisfying victim
Unsatisfying victim
Chain's wrapped around your wrist
As your tortured cries
Complete the pattern
Solve the puzzle
Turn the key
There is a song
at the center of the universe
It plays a tune, razors through your flesh
Oh the suffering of strangers
Agony of friends
Save your tears
I'll tear your fucking soul apart
Welcome to oblivion
Exploring the themes of pain
Regeneration
Your suffering will be legendary
Regeneration
It's your flesh we want to experience
Regeneration
The beauty of suffering
Regeneration
There is a song
at the center of the universe
It plays a tune, razors through your flesh alright come on
We have eternity to know your flesh
Save your tears, I'll reap your sorrow
from your eyes
The suffering of strangers
The agony of friends
The door to dreams and black miracles
To our hell bound hearts
We'll tear your soul apart
We have eternity to know your flesh
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Naturon Demonto
03:09
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“Let's head down into that cellar, and carve ourselves a witch,
I know now that my wife has become host to a candarin demon,
I fear the only way to stop those possessed,
by the demons of the book, Body dismemberment”
The fastest way to a women's heart
is through her ribcage
And if she dances in the dark
Cut off her head
Chainsaw ripping through her spinal cord
Shotgun blasting through her skull
Scatter her brains
In the hills of Tennessee
A demon waits for me
In the book of the dead
Inked in blood and bound in human flesh
The book of the Dead
Awakens our fear's
When the scripture's played
On the reel to reel
Under the floorboards, evil dwells
Inside these pages, lies the doorway to hell
Candarian demon
I know I'll probably die tonight
Bridge is out till sunlight
Henrietta beneath the floor
Rotting in the root celler
Friends returning from the dead
My girlfriend's dancing without a head
The bridge is out till sunlight
Ex-Mortis , the Necronomicon
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Atmospheric Nuclear Testing
Cannibal mutants in the California desert
Mutilate to the point of exhaustion
Deformed victims of atomic testing
Of atomic testing
You set off your bombs
And turned everything to ash
We're not alone, we're being watched
But there's nothing we can do about it
A night of horror, A day of revenge
The lucky one's die first
You made us what we become
And now you will pay with your life
They didn't want to kill
But they didn't want to die
They lost everything
Except the will to survive
Killed with a pick axe and chained to a truck
Dragged away to be slaughtered
The lucky one's die first
Survivor's face the worst
A night of horror, and a day of revenge
We have one gun
But that's not enough
To save us from these mutant fucks
Cannibalistic, refusing to die
Radioactive fallout
Caused genetic effects
That were bred for generations
Down deep in the mines
Your bombs have made us what we are
Ravenous insane killers
Bloodthirsty mutants that will eat you alive
A nice American family
Mutilated to the point of exhaustion
We are being watched, the hills have eyes
The lucky one's will die first
A night of horror, A day of revenge
None of us are going to survive
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Wanderer In The Darkness
04:12
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A Wanderer in the Darkness
She has taken her own life
She is damned, for committing suicide
I denounce my God
In this cursed land were the devil
and his children walk
Master of all , Life is at hand gather around
(gather around) I am dead to all the world
A Wanderer in the Darkness
Do you believe in destiny
Dancing shadows on the wall
I can still taste the blood
on your lips tonight
See me Now,
I have crossed ocean's of time to find you
There is much to be learned from beast's
Blood is life and it shall be mine
Listen to them the children of the night
She is river
Filled with the tears of sadness
A voice in a dream, that I cannot escape
I am a creature, Wanderer in the darkness
I am lifeless, soulless hated, I am dead
Blood pours from crosses
And eye's of the statues and from candle flames
Eternal damnation from this curse
Blood running through my veins
Love never dies
I am dead, dead to the world
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Blood Eyed Priest
03:53
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Blood Eyed Priest
Animal testing
Primate research laboratory
Exposure
London where has your city gone
The collapse of society
Making a way threw a decaying world
Raging lunatics with blood red eye's
Post apocalyptic, London where has your city gone
Making a way through a decaying world
That was longer, than a heartbeat
The collapse of all society
Post apocalyptic, psychotic blood eyed priest
The infected are thrashing now
Automated military radio signal
Rip the liberators to shreds
Post apocalyptic, now your dead
Blood eyed priest
London where has your city gone
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Burn The Replica
03:57
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Burn the Replica
A thousand miles from nowhere
An organism that imitates life
Nobody trust anybody
We're gonna draw a little bit of blood
We're gonna find out who the thing is
Burn the Replica
A shape shifting alien
Buried within the frozen ground
I know I am human
I don't know if I can say the same for you
There's still activity in these burned remains
Crawl away from a hot needle
There's a storm that's heading for us
Over the horizon
Quarantine the burnt remains
Every part of him a whole
Every piece an individual animal
with a burning desire
to protect it's own life
We're not getting out of here alive
Begin the autopsy
Quarantine all personnel
Nobody trust anybody
We're gonna find out where it's hiding
Test the blood and see who's lying
Flush it out and kill it now or
Burn the station to the ground
Burn the Replica
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Grieving Process
02:19
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The Grieving Process
Burial ground, death is all pervading
The power of resurrection
The grieving process begins
A place that children built with broken dreams
Victims of the road, He knew it was an abomination
Sometimes dead is better
The border wasn't meant to be crossed
The land is SOUR
Let the dead stay buried
So they don't walk among me
Death is all pervading
Let the dead stay buried
I'm gonna twist your back
leave you for dead, like you did to me
Burial ground, death is all pervading
The power of resurrection is now
The ground is sour, don't cross the line
The power of resurrection is ours
It's along way from heaven
Way to evil for hell
Best not go down that road
It's along way from heaven
Way to evil for hell
The border wasn't meant to be crossed
Let the dead stay buried
Remember them as they were
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Oh the tortures of this house
They haunt me, for a lifetime
A door way to your memories
And nightmares
Mr. Cobb, we have waited for so long
This house resents my presence
Desperate to escape the passages within
Another Vietnam novel
This place resents my presence
When the clock strikes midnight
When your tucked in your bed
Don't forget that there's something here
Fiction in your head, your head
Haunt me for a lifetime
Haunt me
Mr. Cobb, we have waited for so long
And your time has come to die
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