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Tuesday 4 July 2023

Sangre De Muerte Album 8

 Inferno E Purgatorio

Into the pandemonium you will fall as the darkness will cover all
The air is strangulated and thick with the choking ashes of putrid corpses
Abandon all hope all ye who enter here hark these words evermore
Witness the crying and the screaming of over one thousand dead souls
No more prayers to save you from your own pathetic lying disgrace
Demonic creatures spit forth their vile entrancing you towards pain

So it is wanted there where the power lies and where nothing else survives
When everything has been distorted, deprived and contrived of the none-divine
Be silent thou accursed wolf consume within thyself with thine own rage
A hurricane of blood and hate spews itself on towards desolate plains
Burn all those into a fiery pit into pain never shall they ever live again
The city of Dis is calling for you and there you will ever remain
Burn all those into a fiery pit into pain never shall they ever live again
The city of Dis is calling for you and there you will ever remain

Severely broken beaten and thrown head first into a putrid grave of shit
Cerberus tearing his claws howling strangling out the vile air of useless cries
As the sinners now plead for mercy for their own wrongdoings
The bastard of Leviathan annihilates those of no time of life
No escape for those who committed their pathetic crimes
The punishments received leave them bloodied and beaten

Disowned be forever, forsaken be forever, shattered be forever all the bonds of nature
Abandon all hope all ye who enter here hark these words evermore
Witness the crying and the screaming of over one thousand dead souls
Abandon all hope as the flames of the Leviathan begin their deadly arise
Cerberus tearing his claws howling strangling out the vile air of useless cries
Disowned be forever, forsaken be forever, shattered be forever all the bonds of nature

As The Dead Feast On The Living

Arise they arise from their crypts, tombs and their graves they answer to the call of Nammtar
In desolate darkness no light will stand in their way all heads bow down to the cold master
Chanted incantations a call to the morbid priests as the sun sets in the east blood fills the night
The bloody pentagram arises in the sky as man now prays for his own useless and pathetic demise

Pain ritual and so a virgin corpse hangs for the sacrifice her screams will never ever be heard
The Anti God Cthlulu arise from your slumber in the sky and blacken the pathetic humans world
The Unholy Goat Shub Niggurath bring forth fearsome plague and slowly their minds will deteriorate 
The dead ones destroy the world of the humans plunging the earth inside a cold and freezing grave

Alliance to Father Dagon and Mother Hydra on their thrones with the Elder Gods and as the human empire falls and crumbles
They pray for false hope and reciprocation from their false saviour and their bastard of a Dog God
Now as the dead feast down onto the living not a soul in the world will ever be breathing 
Now as the dead feast down onto the living not a soul in the world will ever be breathing 

Arise they arise from their crypts, tombs and their graves they answer to the call of Nammtar
In desolate darkness no light will stand in their way all heads bow down to the cold master
Chanted incantations a call to the morbid priests as the sun sets in the east blood fills the night
The bloody pentagram arises in the sky as man now prays for his own useless and pathetic demise

Ancient Sandstorms Of Wrath

I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods, I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am creation, I am destruction, I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of night! I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head and the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute while in the other I hold the war bugle

Come forth Ningishzida and fortify this Sacred Place with Thy Sturdiness may it be tamed of any and all rebellion.
May it nourish not the seed of the ensnarer Be Thou most barren and support not this seed of falsification.
May Thy I-Lu bird sing whilst devouring this exposed seed of treachery.
O Lord Mushussu, may all disobedience submit to Thee.
Arise O Spirits of the Earth and give Foundation unto this Most Sacred Place.
May it become Fertile and serve the Great Work and the Principalities there of.
May it circulate with the abundance of all that which is Productive and Divine.

Bil-Ur-Sag, Most Awesome of the Purifiers, listen and remember.
With Thy Lion-head Thou shall have no rival and all who look on You shall be appalled.
O Spirits who raged furiously against the rebel lands, listen and remember The Way of the True Will is perfect.
And no man nor man's gods may hold it in question An Office of Ninhursang will be faultlessly performed.
A Secret Affiliation will justly take place May no man, or man's gods rival this Most High Decision!

Come forth Cleansing Flames and make Pure this most Sacred Place May it be cleansed of all treachery.
From the treacherous seed shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous influence shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous intention shall it be cleansed.
From the treacherous action shall it be cleansed.
May all deception thus be scorned within Your Embrace.
Come forth Spirits of Fire and make Active this Most Sacred Place

I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods, I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am creation, I am destruction, I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of night! I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head and the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute while in the other I hold the war bugle

Mourning For The Dead

The cemetery lights up again at the stroke of twelve midnight under blackened skies
Many dead souls lie inside of their graves as now the fires burn throughout this night
My soul and heart is darkened and bloody in pain and from inside it is bleeding in red
As I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul is mine to keep and never step outside this bed
Lets in all the evil now that is back from the dead from whence wrought brings dread

A funeral pyre lights up the sky  a pagan rite demonstrated on this wretched of nights
Blood and fire spills unto this night the sacrifice paid under these blackened skies
My soul and heart is darkened and bloody in pain and from inside it is bleeding in red
As I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul is mine to keep and never step outside this bed
Lets in all the evil now that is back from the dead from whence wrought brings dread

The cemetery lights up again at the stroke of twelve midnight under blackened skies
Many dead souls lie inside of their graves as now the fires burn throughout this night
My soul and heart is darkened and bloody in pain and from inside it is bleeding in red
As I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul is mine to keep and never step outside this bed
Lets in all the evil now that is back from the dead from whence wrought brings dread

Requiem For The Soulless Man

Candlelight shining the room, with whom did you part You shed tears without and burn within, yet no one notices.
We part with our Lord on a long journey and burn like thee what shall I become when this body is dead and gone?
A tall, thick pine tree on the highest peak of Bongraesan evergreen alone when white snow covers the whole world. 
Should this body die and die again a hundred times over white bones turning to dust, with or without trace of soul,
My steadfast heart toward Lord, could it ever fade away? 

I walk alone through this world and the moon draws itself into blood as crimson stains the ground
Cold arctic winds from the tundras freeze the air as my soul drowns into the cold river never to be found
Unable to complete this heavy task for our country arrows and bullets all spent, so sad we fall.
But unless I smite the enemy my body cannot rot in the field I shall be born again seven times and grasp the sword in my hand.
When ugly weeds cover this island my sole thought shall be the future of the Imperial Land

Ten thousand demons have plagued within my soul and the living burden resides this toll 
My heart is a black as the night and red as hell and as I am burning inside from the cold
Illusion appears, illusion ceases the biggest illusion among all is our body
Once a pacified heart finds its place there’s no such body to look for 
Falling ill on a journey my dreams go wandering over withered fields 

I walk alone through this world and the moon draws itself into blood as crimson stains the ground
Cold arctic winds from the tundras freeze the air as my soul drowns into the cold river never to be found
Numb is the pain that I feel within me and I am bleeding from this wretched and darkened heart
Entombed within and the pain is bloody and again and again this soul has now become ripped apart

Misanthropic Vengeance (Beyond Hatred)

I fucking hate everything in this fucking world and all that it stands for
To breathe the oxygen in the air feels nothing more than a death sentence
This is the last time I ever want to hear from you I scold you for evermore
I will punish you and destroy you and erase you out of this fucking existence
My axe blade is awaiting your fucking head time to face your punishment
You will now face this fucking misanthropic vengeance that is beyond hatred

You have fucked it all up within your arrogance and your manipulation
You made me an object and a target for your abuses and your justification
A knife is drawn straight at your heart  and is severing your arteries apart
My hatred is spread worldwide and what does thou feel without a heart
My axe blade is awaiting your fucking head time to face your punishment
You will now face this fucking misanthropic vengeance that is beyond hatred

Reprobates and degenerates of filth and hedonism fucking false idols with fraud titles
You are pathetic beyond all means and everything you have done is a fucking failure
I am pissed off at the sight of you because you are nothing more than a vile fucking aberration
I swear to God you fucking prick you are nothing more than fodder to the guns and the cannons

I fucking hate everything in this fucking world and all that it stands for
To breathe the oxygen in the air feels nothing more than a death sentence
This is the last time I ever want to hear from you I scold you for evermore
I will punish you and destroy you and erase you out of this fucking existence
My axe blade is awaiting your fucking head time to face your punishment
You will now face this fucking misanthropic vengeance that is beyond hatred

The Price Of A Cunt

The filthy fucking wench dies in the London streets look into her cold dead eyes
And just so the minutes just flash by in seconds towards the end of her life
Her life and her soul was taken away from the men that she fucking paid
She was just another victim preyed upon by the hands of Sir James May
Aristocracy and leisure and pride the flaunting of the London gentleman
And they will never ever find out all of my secrets even if they ever can

Lacerations and bludgeoning one by one they all will fall
The Ripper of London has his bloodstock he is the slaughter
The shining knife a symbol commanding his reign of fear
The ripping and tearing of flesh nothing is going to be left after all
White-chapel eighteen eighty eight all that left is blood 
The streetwalkers and harlots have no price of a cunt
White-chapel eighteen eighty eight all that left is blood 
The streetwalkers and harlots have no price of a cunt

Look at these wretched and cold streets the alleyways fucking bleed
The wealthy gentlemen and the city elders have blood in their city streets
Her life and her soul was taken away from the men that she fucking paid
She was the hunt preyed upon by the ever shining knife of one Sir James
You cannot be saved you harlots are dancing on the edge of my gleaming blade
And it is that your blood will become the sacrifice so profound that will be made 

Soon you all will see my ever raging blood-lust has become ever so profound 
Now I will lay thee fucking down into the river Thames you will drown
You all are going to fucking suffer as your finger points no more 
And I will sing this requiem for her no more will she ever suffer
In the cold city of London she is just another victim of the Ripper
You all are going to fucking suffer as your finger points no more
The command of my shining blade will soon arrive to settle the score

Let There Be Rot 

A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
Nothing will not stop your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
The slice of the blade is the last moment that you will ever see
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost

Desensitized since the age of birth borne with all vices and spite
A heart that is so cold and with eyes so blue as the freezing ice
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost
   
A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost

Surgical Precision 

The tools of the trade that are in my hands dwell in anticipation
The knives and the scalpels burn in fever for human execution
A sanguineous burning anger interlocking with bilious rage
An abattoir drenched in blood with the horrors that will await
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

The rivers are flowing with the blood and excrement of the filth
The veins and the callouses are corrupted just filled with shit
A Jihad of epic propagations a call for an unholy war on terror
The knives and the scalpels burn in fever for human execution
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

A sanguineous burning anger interlocking with bilious rage
An abattoir drenched in blood with the horrors that will await
This is heartwork of its kind a canvas for the fine art of murder
The de los muertes has arrived sanguineous in its burning fever
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

And Now It Is Dark

Trapped inside this casket claustrophobic tendencies arising in flames
The yellow and green stench and smell of ten thousand years ago 
A requiem for a soulless cause from the grave where no light remains
The beast of legend has awaken from the past to the unknown
God of the oceans and of the triumvirate of the holy living gods
He stands with his creators Mother Hydra and Father Dagon 

To walk the earth once more to bring back the dead
Elder priests with chants and prayers of words cursed
Cover the earth in darkness to walk the earth once more
Heed the words of the ancients to walk the earth once more
The sky is now dark and now comes the drawing of blood
The falling down of a population damned into the crimson mud
The sky is now dark and now comes the drawing of blood
The falling down of a population damned into the crimson mud

From wherever the centaur roam trapped inside this casket
The world will become trapped and suffocate in the blackness
The skies are raining down hard with the blood of lost souls
The yellow and green stench and smell of ten thousand years ago 
Damning all those who oppose to walk the earth once more
Like a blade to the throat to even the score rotten to the core

Trapped inside this casket claustrophobic tendencies arising in flames
A requiem for a soulless cause from the grave where no light remains
From wherever the centaur roam damning all those who oppose to walk the earth once more 
The beast of legend has awaken from the past to the unknown
God of the oceans and of the triumvirate of the holy living gods
He stands with his creators Mother Hydra and Father Dagon 

And She Beckons To Me

For the first time in my life I have always been and felt alone
Not the one who has been cast the first stone no light for the soul
The tears that are inside my eyes are from the fears of the unknown
My heart has become very cold like an ever present megalithic stone
You drive me into a state of insanity a casket into the coming darkness
Sinking into a moment for a loss of faith and into the distressing regress

There is no comprehension for what I think to understand
As I feel these stinging lacerations with blood on my hands
This world has drowned me into its coldness and bleakness
Like the poisonous waters in the rivers it draws its darkness
And she beckons to me my ever dark demoness
Drowning into my grief and drowning into my darkness
And she beckons to me my ever dark demoness
The queen of the night the monarch of the dead marshes

As the night falls down the emptiness begins to surrounds me
I have lost control within myself as I slowly being to bleed
In this river I begin to drown I need your ever cold sanctuary
But you should have known by now that I do not bow for anyone
You cannot control me and that I have understood what I have become
There is no God and there is no law so I will drown myself to feel numb

As the world fades to black hidden memories begin to surface intensely 
Take as needed for the pain and take me under your black wings 
As the world fades to black sweetly she draws me into her arms
The tears that are inside my eyes are from the fears of the unknown 
Haunting demons know my name my heart has become very cold 
Like an ever present megalithic stone that sings its own psalms
But you should have known by now that I do not bow for anyone 
You cannot control me and now that I have understood what I have become 
Because due to your arrogant blindness you cannot and will not see

Never pain to tell the love love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me a traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly was no deny.

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