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1422
03:58
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Cast a shroud over the blind, deaf, and muted,
So that they will never know the things you've done.
These bullets have flown in the wrong direction.
Within this empire, inland was your greatest lie.
The glass has shattered unto the unsuspecting victims,
That they would see themselves in you.
But without hesitation, you fired away,
And quickly shifted your fucking blame.
I know what you did.
So spread these lies to the kids.
They eat it up like you want,
Until your final days have come.
Then they'll know,
who the real monster is.
It wasn't them.
It was you.
The way the blood fell,
It shows your God was never fucking here for you.
Beyond!
Your special place in hell awaits.
I know you'll burn ever so slowly.
We rejoice in the flesh
Melted from your bones.
Eat shit, choke on your spit!
Now i have discovered,
The plot that has been schemed,
For your injustices,
Won't wash your souls clean.
Of the people, for the people!
Renegade, fast asleep,
Is the country you claim to love.
(Country you claim to love).
And now they turn on you,
To hang you high above the streets!
There are 14 people who are gone,
All because you refuse to tell us the truth.
Fuck your red white and blue!
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Whispers
03:30
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End my life and send me straight to hell.
I can still feel her fingers along my neck.
Her gaze incites a sense of fear within me.
Beyond the grave, she still walks.
Haunting my home, for my deeds.
She has not forgotten how she died.
My hatred manifests.
And now that I am alone,
She can begin to send my soul to hell.
Where I belong, where she is now,
For I have placed her in the fire,
So that her accursed face could melt before my eyes.
I was so happy she died.
(I was so happy she died.)
(But now I know she was never fucking gone.)
She won't let me commit myself to ending my life.
And as I'm begging for her to let me end this nightmare,
She whispered something into my ear:
"But my darling, if you die now, how on earth would I make you yearn for hell?"
Kill me.
Please kill me now.
Kill me.
Please me now.
But now I know she was never fucking gone.
She can begin to send my soul to hell.
She was never fucking gone.
She was never fucking gone.
End my life and send me straight to hell.
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Nazareth
03:56
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Deliver him to the altar!
Where I will remove his heart,
From his chest!
And feel it pulse,
Within my hands!
As I watch his gaze,
Fade away into nothingness
This priest has flown,
From this world.
Into the fire he falls,
And to the demons he crawls,
Condemned to hell,
Now his body is open for possession.
Cerberus, Curator Of Silenti,
Sino phasmatis venire contra mihi.
Phantasmis radix quod causa of vita,
Commodo adeo suffragium mihi Meus,
Negotium.
As the corpse begins to suspend above me,
I can't help but feel ecstasy.
Encompass myself,
I call forth this spirit to do my bidding,
In silencing the false prophet of Nazareth,
And name me the king of kings.
Gratias ago vos Cerberus.
Pro tabellae silenti etceter a transeo,
Gratias ago vos phasmatis,
Pro iunctio mihi in meus nisus.
And now the prayers of helpless people,
Go unheeded and unanswered,
For my crown is now upon me,
As is judgement for the steeple,
For the people try appeasal,
But my rule is ever lethal,
There will never be a merciful decision,
Be that man has had his chances,
To correct his flawed existence.
The end days have come and gone,
For I am the one true god.
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The Swarm
03:58
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Deadly machines we utilize.
And in the end we twisted time.
The very fabric of the skies.
Forever twisted for our crimes.
Death, comes for us all.
What, will the ancients say,
When we make our descent
Into the void.
(Into the void!)
What will we do when
The strings of time unravel to nothing?
The origins of the human race,
Have been forgotten under the fibers of machines.
The way of flesh,
Has been struck from the book of life,
And all that remains are
The tendrils of wires and constructs.
I'm the wake of man's creation,
comes new masters of the world.
Reaching the confines of our very institution.
Assume our ending.
Assume our ending.
The void is closing.
Our lives mean nothing.
Kill yourself,
Before the torture!
Kill yourself.
The terms of agreement have been defaced,
And viral disembowelment achieved.
What is loved will forever be lost,
In this timeless chamber,
Technologically enslaved.
Critical failure is imminent.
Catastrophic causality indifference.
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Wineville Jurupa Valley, California
Wineville is a 4 piece Metal band from Mira Loma, California. Comprised of vocalist Henry Kroese, lead guitarist Sid Petak, rhythm guitarist/bassist Brandon Beaulieu , and drummer Anthony Lyonns, Wineville sets out to deliver the heaviest music Southern California has to offer. ... more
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