What are you listening to right now?

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Disfiguring The Goddess - Void Leacher

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Disfiguring The Goddess - Uprising

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Disfiguring The Goddess - Breaching The Clone

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Disfiguring The Goddess - Time Spanned

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Near Death Condition - In the name of destructive storm god, Guido Wyss Drum cam

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Impending Doom - Hell Breaks Loose & There Will Be Violence



Hell Breaks Loose -
No Lyrics

There Will Be Violence -
This is violence in its purest form, what it is truly made for, love and hatred flow through my throat, with this microphone in my hand.
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy.
We are continents wide and oceans deep, the blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins like a holy holocaust.
We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls.
There will be violence!
Perverse works are in vain, though the light may now seem dim, the whole world chases after Him, this is a movement abandoning hate and preaching war.
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy.
We are continents wide and oceans deep, the blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins like a holy holocaust.
We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls.
For the unbelievers who repeatedly try to retain their faith in humanity I promise there will be violence.
There will be violence!

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Spawn Of Possession - The Evangelist



Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing
Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now entered
the hospital at last

Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had kept him drunk for all
those years
A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second then turned the knob
and stepped inside

In front of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair
So fragile and so helpless, he took her hand and held it and whispered in her
ear

Edward
“My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil
How could you leave me there in that old church, why

My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees
He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests
While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed

Baptized my young face with soggy semen every evening while tears ran
Alternated with violent whipping in God’s name, I was a child of shame.

Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body
The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open
Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams

Caged from daylight inside a cellar, he kept me locked up ‘til pleasure he
craved
I know God’s light is shining but this molested soul will never see a heaven
that I am certain of

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil
How could you leave me there in that old church, why

Then one night I noticed he’d forgotten to lock the doors and I saw my chance
I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the grass was wet
I’d been there for so long, not sure of my age, the wicked Father D. may he
burn in hell
You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there.”

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first
Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag

Ms. Sinclair
“My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past
Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me

I was born where you grew up, daughter of Father Dorian
His line of blood runs deep, deeper than you can possibly imagine

Night after night he robbed me of pride
Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile
Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him
In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed
Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate
My father, my lover had now made me a mother
As he delivered my baby I wept to God

I left the church right after my baby boy was born
I was replaced by my infant to be my father’s toy
That toy was you dear Edward and I’m glad I left you there
Our Father’s love for his children can never be compared.”

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Psycroptic - The Throne Of Kings



Thrones waged upon blood
The march is never-ending
Victor unknown
Endless power struggle

Who comes with me
Marching forward to the unknown depths
Who stakes a claim
The legions' word shall live forever
Destination unknown
Like an epidemic, take these lands by storm
Breaking their wills
Convert them to the word of the kings

Thrones waged upon fear
Follow the words from before us
Who knows right from wrong
Further we fall down this hole

Led on this path
Bodies broken
Cause yet unknown
Fighting for what reason
Slipping into
Grip from beyond
This tyrant needs blood
Stripped of moral dignity

Questions can't be answered
This life is not for me
Why can't they see what we see
Greed is all they need
Conflict hides the real needs
Fame and fortune he seeks
Unacceptable losses of life

Thrones waged upon fear
Follow the words from before us
Who knows right from wrong
Further we fall down this hole

Who comes with me
Marching forward to the unknown depths
Who stakes a claim
The legions' word shall live forever
Destination unknown
Like an epidemic, take these lands by storm
Breaking their wills
Convert them to the word of the kings

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Damn, this Decapitated 'Carnival is Forever' album is awesome!!

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I fucking love this song!

Homo sum and hate humanity
Despise the culture, spit on law
Mongrels, scorpions, snakes and men
Only species that bite their tails
Ever since Nero burnt Rome
All the good roads lead to hell
So learn how to live in the cage
Or die trying to avoid the fate

I'd sell my soul to the devil
Or anyone who would buy
If I had one

I've been a burden since day one
Stranger in the strange land
Blind to what you wanted me to see
Numb to what you wanted me to be
rather philophobic than philosopher
But one thing I know for sure
If I'd free myself from the world
The world wouldn't mind at all

If you want to make god laugh
Tell him about your plans
Erase empathy, abandon hope
Stand up

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Decapitated - Carnival Is Forever DVD

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good videos Tron, thx!!

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Meshuggah - Marrow



Lasciviously they move
Two powers bound for unity
Like magnets, they align, under immunity
The product of their congress, their libidinous deed
Insatiable mouth of conflict and greed

Beware the soon to be born bringer of pain

One evil by another inseminated
Pure hatred conceived
The pairing of blood and power
A spawn of harm produced
Death and profit begotten, fused

A ghost-producing offspring. Immorality's embodiment
Spite and disgust incarnate. A progeny insane

Tar-black ejaculate
The seminal bile of conspiracy
The blood of those who died
Their innocence, their marrow

The pursuit of ruin. Murderous ambition
Bloodshed, the careless taking of lives
A conduct symbolic of its condition

Behold the newborn monstrosity
Descendant of avarice
Indifferent war machine in all its violent glory
A callous iron god born to reign

Tar-black ejaculate
The seminal bile of conspiracy
The blood of those who died
Their innocence, their marrow

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Mike Smith In The Studio



A little info on Mr. Smith
Mike Smith (born July 16, 1970 in Bronx, New York) is an African American multi-instrumentalist, best known as the drummer of the prominent New York-based death metal band Suffocation. He performed on their 1990 demo Reincremated, the 1991 EP, Human Waste, their 1991 debut album Effigy of the Forgotten, and their 1993 album Breeding the Spawn. He then departed from the band and was subsequently replaced by drummer Doug Bohn. He returned when Suffocation reformed in 2002 after a four-year hiatus and performed on their 2004 release, Souls to Deny, and their 2006 self-titled album, along with 2009's Blood Oath. Smith left Suffocation for a second time in February of 2012.

Mike also lent his drumming to the song "Dawn of a Golden Age" on Roadrunner United: The All Star Sessions, underground rapper Necro for his album Death Rap and experimental metal act Psychometry. Smith has his own horrorcore-influenced rap project called Grimm Real.

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Hour Of Penance - Deprave To Redeem