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Sharpen my spade
It’s how I get paid
I dig in the dirt
No one gets hurt
Covered in mud
Caked in dried blood
Though the work is grotesque
I don’t mind I confess
Six feet down
In the cold ground
My quarry I seek
Before it starts to reek
Under moonlight
I toil all night
Though the work is grotesque
I don’t mind I confess
I deal in the grotesque, collect my wage for a grisly job well done
The dirt beneath my nails a testament to my life’s work
I deal in death, my wage is paid by a mad man
The stench on my clothes, the badge I wear with pride
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My Dead Lover
04:50
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In the heart of winter
In the heart of the dead
Many fear to enter
Yet still we must tread
Deep in the woods where my lover lies
Covered in frost this love never dies
Buried in dirt our bodies entwined
Eternally one this love is divine
Told we were not to enter
Warned we would not return
Plagued by the ghosts of winter
In dark and cold we burn
Deep in the ground where my body lies
Blanket of frost this love never dies
Dirt worms and filth our bodies entwined
Two become one this love is divine
Oh my love, my love, oh my dead lover
An ancient field of battle
Now covered in trees
Hear our death rattle
On the twilight’s frigid breeze
A spirit army surrounds us
An overwhelming mass
In snow and ice they drown us
Our future now part of the past
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LV-426
07:34
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Acheron, the River Styx
Circle of Hell, LV-426
Dark in the day, pitch black at night
Constant gales, chest feeling tight
Nothing indigenous, just a barren rock
Beyond the Ilium Range, lies the Engineer’s ship
A derelict craft brought down by a single Xenomorph
A warning to stay away, mistaken as a cry for help
In 2122 no one heard them scream
The beacon disabled the horror melts away
2179 no hope for Hadley’s Hope
Lambs lead to the slaughter on LV-426
The Company wants what was lost before
The colonists are offered up as unknowing hosts
Aboard the Engineer’s ship, the egg brood is discovered
Impregnated by the facehugger, the nightmare’s only just begun
The chestburster now matured
It must build the hive
Cocooned bodies secured
Wishing for death but still alive
The queen now matured
She must sustain the hive
Cocooned bodies secured
Wishing for death but still alive
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Godcrow
04:08
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My guide is a vengeful god
Merciless
Pitiless
Devours everything in his path
Eater of life
Eater of death
Undead and alone
Corpse without a home
I left the grave
Eyes of a crow
What will they show
The way to go
This moonless night
Please put up a fight
You cannot escape
There’s nothing holy about my god
He simply is
And always was
A part of me and a part of you
Our flesh consumed
He lives on
Godcrow
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Field Of The Impaled
04:36
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A master torturer
Hones his craft on
20,000
Prisoners
Gates to the city left wide open
Daring the Sultan to cross the
Field of the impaled
On towards Targoviste
90,000 strong
Another torturer
Can’t believe
Gates to the city left wide open
But he won’t dare to the cross the
Field of the impaled
The victim is chosen, they tear off her clothes and four men hold her down
Rapid insertion with the skill of a surgeon they insert a ten foot sharpened spike
Pounded in skillfully the torturer does it willingly insuring all major organs are missed
Three agonizing days she’ll live ‘til there’s nothing left to give and infection shuts her organs down
(Tepes) Pounded in skillfully the torturer does it willingly ensuring major organs are missed
(Tepes) Three dreadful days she’ll live ‘til there’s nothing left to give and infection shuts her body down
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I Am In Hell Help Me
08:44
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I am in Hell (Feel me)
I am in Hell (Heal me)
I am in Hell (Hear me)
I am in Hell (Fear me)
Pleasure seeker flesh is reeking
Skinless hopeless crying pleading
Pain unending muscles bleeding
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me
Sick of this world, show me your sights
The deepest dark, the piercing lights
The frigid days the boiling nights
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me
Lord Leviathan, you are my new god
Lord Leviathan, sculpt me how you wish
Lord Leviathan, do not spare the rod
Lord Leviathan, rend me limb from limb
Corpses fucking ‘neath bloody sheets
Walking talking sub-human meat
Bludgeoned puppet existence bleak
I am in Hell… Help me, help me, help me, help me
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a shape that stands here / a pulseless mould
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