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Dead Soil

by CROPMENT

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Intro 00:43
- Instrumental -
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Rude and rough, bestial, horrible Disgusting invidious movements gone By a mentally retarded fucker driven by insidious minds Turn to a beast suddenly, effective Blooddrained eyes pulse runs fast foam at the mouth Everytime an impendence in front of this insanity Death comes fucking hard Just a walk he is take, what he do just a mistake As he feels the symptomes come, it's too late Death comes fucking hard People come to try to help, he punches around with immense strenghth Squirtting blood out from the mouth, slap to the ground Penetrate the fist in this poor man throat Rip out the tongue and devouring it greedy Tear off the face and press out the eyes Slurping out the brain through the eyeholes Painfull moments driven by INSIDIOUS INSANITY Lurid movements driven by INSIDIOUS INSANITY Heirnous actions driven by INSIDIOUS INSANITY He's grabbing up a stake ramming down the chest Breaking the ribs and crack the epistenum Open the corpse to set heart and lungs free Eviscerate and lacerate Gore and blood laying everywhere And when he wakes up he sees what he did Bestial actions driven by INSIDIOUS INSANITY rep. Rude and rough rep. He's grabbing...
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Bobby Loser 04:22
I will be the one, the only one who sees Suffering souls and pain and grief and then I feel so free Evil thoughts take over me, it's the greatest joy To fuck the people close to me, search em and destroy I will be a human enemy, I feel good when you lay in shit rep. I will be the one... rep. I will be a... I need no fucking friends, with humanity I'm quit, to be together a stupid shit I need no fucking girl, I love to play with myself, don't require a smelly slit But I don't know that I'm the obtuse loser here Bobby loser, I'm the bobby loser Think I need no fucking friends, but nobody needs me When somebody comes to me, I will show em what anony is Beat all these damned cunts I will defeat em all When somebody comes to me, I will show em agony rep. I will be the one... rep. I will be a... rep. I need no... rep. Think I need no...
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Dead Soil 04:23
Darkening, sickening, on infertile land we stay Starkly solitude dominates all the way Emptiness, lifeless, welcome to the rotton -ground of no hope, all is burned down Corpses show my way everywhere Water turned to acid, there now are cankerous lakes Burning winds whip around, merciless you'll feel the heat There's no chance to survive, ass flesh corrodes only bones are left Sings of mutilation still around Deformed bodies are on display Ghastly creatures feed the dead and procreate More and more of this breed, an era of incestous blood All that's need to live, is gone away Daylight is no more to see in this time There's only a pale disc where the sun should be Nothing can grow here and show us the joy of life In this fucking darkness, beasts feed on the cadavers Rotten stench in the air, a putrid fleshfeast With blooddrained eyes, devouring maggot infested flesh Vommiting that shit out and then eating it again Suppurated wounds of the corpses are licked out like a juicy cream Lacerated and eviscerated, they lay out into the mud Fleshfeeding worms dig out from the ground, chewing the meat till the bones are left The mortal remains thurn into dust, incinerated by this burning winds On this dead soil, there's no survive, On this dead soil, only death is real Poisoned, contaminated, useless, devastened, decomposed and emaciated ground of putrid dirt Deadly gloominess, burning agony, execrated creatures rule this fucking place ON INFERTILE LAND WE STAY Starkly solitude, emptiness, lifeless scene On this dead soil, there's no survive, just death
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The undead walk once again Fresh meat is on their aim Driven by murderous instinct to satisfy Their Endless hunger The instinct to hunt The instinct to gorge The instinct to kill Is their only will No chance to escape No help from god No one hears the screams No more sense of life Need a location, what's a better place Than a church full of praying victims The door is locked now all these innocent sheeps Are damned to be devoured and end in a rotten stomach Tear the skin off, canivoreous neckbites Shred out the bowels, rip chunks of flesh The fleshfeast has started, what a perfect meal Swallowing raw masses blood flows down the drain Miserly voracious, venomous snarls Greedily nagging for the best part of the corpse Gore lay all over spread on the floor Severed extrememeties, arms legs, heads, fucking heads Exsanguinated torsos, food for the beasts Devourin' it like it is last piece ever rep. The undead walk...
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Seeking a victim for my perverted deeds, my longing to lacerate grows Need the smell of sweat and fear that turns me so fucking on Hide behind the corner of a dark street a lil' nice lady crossed my way Beat her down with a nightstick and see her slump down Put her in, a bodybag, throw her, on the back, of my car, I accelerate, I guffaw, can't wait for Now I'm back at my location get her in my basement to begin My abnormal racketeering, my sick ass vile doings I'll show you never ending pain, you fucking cunt I'll give you the rest PINNED AND SKINNED Bound her on a slab and gag Getting my tools of exruciation PINNED AND SKINNED Do my ruthless things an laugh I'll show you never ending pain Starting now my invidious accupuncture Get my pins, stick em into the skin Hit the neutral system and set it lame See her spastic twitches and turned off eyes Slice her, carve her, part by part Tearing off bits of skin piece by piece Rubbing salt in the wounds, more and more Strangling her, fucking her hard and harder As I spit on her pain distorted face Now I give her the final fucking bash And once again...rep. Seeking... rep. Put her in... rep. PINNED AND SKINNED...
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Originally released via Fastbeast Entertainment. Rising Nemesis Records owes the rights for digital distribution of this release.

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released February 27, 2009

Recorded At – Hedgehog Studio
Mastered At – Departement Of Noise

Artwork By – Pär Olofsson
Layout – René Barthoulot
Mastered By – Philipp Schweidler
Mixed By – Gregor Indergand
Recorded By – Gregor Indergand

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