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Crystal Throne
03:34
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Rise, all mighty one your crystal throne awaits Survival is credible but watch as I create Death, and slaughter prepare for what I've done Impressing modern massacres for millenniums to come.
Hold back your armies
your Walls are painted red
Tie down your horses
Your colonies are dead
Stand, my brothers victory's at hand
Decimate this planet and kill on my command line up the witches, the martyrs and the damned Burn this world take it's resources identically as planned
Fortify my presence believe in my design I'll gift you with immortality and power so divine
Fortify my presence believe in my design I'll gift you with immortality and power so divine
Raise up my legions devour what is left
Betray our species and this is what you get
Now we revel in the flesh, ripping blood from bone Bathing in panic and terror Destructions in our grasp Hide behind the flames Shadowed in nefarious horror.
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Usurper (J.I.A.C)
04:49
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Your creation is deceased
This consummation
The anthem of the dead
Whispers from killers fall silent
With a withered finger
We'll Mark the victims
Of an unheard chorus
Your words are tainted
Your reputation show your fate
We are the usurper
We're here for the crown
You're morose, disgusting
These verses are notorious
for devouring soul and skin
So fabricate your rumours
We're thirsting for your throat
These verses are notorious
for devouring soul and skin
So fabricate your rumours
We're thirsting for your throat
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Necromantic
03:58
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A bitter ticket to the monster I've become.
Sheer off your eyelids
Preserve them in these jars
Constantly reminding you of the shattered whore you are
Powerless to the misery inside
You'll never see daylight again
Brackets and braces holding the subject tight Theyll be no party no violins when you die Eternal suffering I do this for the thrills You're my creation my most alluring of kills
Butcher the pieces with nothing to prove
If the masses ever saw you
they would rip you to shreds
And this is why your decorated with straps to the bed
If the masses ever saw you
they would rip you to shreds
And this is why your decorated with straps to the bed
Walk strong my dearest
Necromantic paramour
Covered in cuts, bruises
Pestilential sores
Walk strong my dearest
Necromantic paramour
Covered in cuts, bruises
Pestilential sores
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