Malevolent and Malignant Soliloquies of Extreme Metal Bands

by MonsterMurderMalice

A bunch of dark lyrics by many different death metal and deathcore bands, representing the disastrous darkness and despicable disgust that unites a culture of vengeance and violence.

1. Monsters

Deathcore Lyrics for Infant Annihilator, Rings of Saturn, Oceano, Thy Art Is Murder, Job For A Cowboy, Flesh Consumed and Abiotic

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2. Infant Annihilator: You have been gathered here to kill every child under two; every pregnant mother too. We will stop the second coming of Christ. I the Pope bow to no one - yet alone bow to God. I will slaughter everyone before I risk the power vested in me. Assemble the legions of priests and vow to me that every infant will die. Promise to me that Christ will hang; nailed to a cross before he's three. Arise and become an ordained clergy of plague, all sweeping across the world to cleanse. Crucify the children in the streets for all the world to see. The prophecies cannot be fulfilled. If they are we will be exposed for what we have truly become: Perverts draped in robes claiming to be embodiments of God. Kill him before we are exposed. Erase him so no one knows what we have become. Now bring me the head of the infant Jesus Christ impaled on my sword, so that I may mount it on my wall. I will rule forever. Bring me the head of the infant Jesus Christ.

3. Devotion To The Child Rape Syndicate: Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest. Time to surrender your chastity. Bear me a child of lechery. Prostrate and tremble in fear. You will now pay for your sins. Pray and hope that God will hear as I am fucking you. Embryonic development: The new slaves begin to shape, swelling the wombs of the nuns. Illegitimate, yet with lies they are rationalized. Procreation of a generation that's doomed. When they're brought into this world they serve the purpose of the church. Rape the bastard children then return them to the earth. Born, then classed, then sent to the Nursery of rape. Newborn bodies bring glory to the church. A fruitful harvest means a happy hierarchy; they fuck the children, then leave disposal up to me. Within the crypt lies a rancid lime stone pit; a putrid haven for bloated, murdered children. As I pour the chemical catalyst to speed decay, the cries of the living ones cease. Now their melted skin lay draped on their scattered bones. The maggots fester, consuming bodies faster, and what remains is ground into the food for the new generation. Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest. Time to surrender your chastity. Bear me a child of lechery. Prostrate and tremble in fear.

4. Anal Prolapse Suffocation: Nails pin the hands and the feet of the infant children to the telephone poles. The crows feed upon their carrion. Their empty eyes stare through the swarms of malignant flies as their blood sweats through the soil. Mothers weep at their children's bloody feet; the cries of every mother blend in with each other creating a mass hum that reverberates around the world. The families that resisted were soaked in gasoline then burnt alive - all burnt inside their own homes. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I cast my eyes upon a mother weeping at the feet of her murdered family. I grab her by her hair then I drag her into an alley where I sodomize her. As I fuck her, I smash her face into the bricks. Choking, pounding, I fuck and strangle her until I cum onto her deconstructed face. Once my dick pulls out her intestines hit the floor. Her ass tears then her bowels began to pour. I watch her bleed out.

5. Whorespawn (Bloodline Defiled): Flowing through my veins is the key to my papal power: An ancient bloodline; well-maintained to avoid dilution. The Progenitor is the Father of Lies. The sovereign source for this power dwells within me - Inside my form. He lurks beneath my skin and stares through my eyes. Through me he has the power to instill the re-written doctrine to the church. Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak. I am the host of Satan. Parasites thriving in my blood harbor his soul in my surrogate subjugation. My fidelity lies with he who now grows inside of me. I, his vicar in the physical realm, feed him innocent blood as a sacrifice; the blood of infants and the blood of nuns. With great power comes great hypocrisy. With great power comes satanic adoration. With great power comes great hypocrisy. With great power comes the sacrificial blood of innocence. Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak. Wet with this blood I'm a demigod; a flesh incarnate vessel. In this world of flesh and blood I feel the urge to fuck. This endless hunger to fuck and smother is driving me to rape the nuns. I feel the urge to reproduce, but the bloodline must stay intact. With death I purify the whorespawn blood.

6. Embryonic Fetish [feat. Alex Teyen]: I make an incision in her skin from her ribs to her pussy lips. I peel her skin back to see her innards. Her eyes now roll back in her head - the bitch now wishes she was dead with her crucified family. As I look to see her womb I notice her beating heart pumping her blood onto the ground. One down - a billion to go; a list of women are dissected to know if they carry child and If they don't we fuck them all anyway. These are the final stages: A holy conquest; official orders of The Pope; a catholic plague of hatred ready to wage war upon God. With new omnipotence of our great Pope we will overthrow our maker. The architect will fall to his creation. Through the oculus of the Vatican we ascend. We will rise to witness God's demise. We now defy the prophecies of God.

7. Immeasurable Foetal Mutilation: Father, forgive me, for I have sinned; my flesh has tempted me and I gave in. My body craves lust, pleasure and a constant need to sever. I am a priest; a holy servant of the Lord. Now cleanse me of the sins that I have committed. I bow my head and whisper, silently, a prayer of penance. Now that I am forgiven I make my way to the Vatican – the place in which I'll act in sin again. Behind these closed doors I practice torture and sodomy. Wounds are made and then singed to keep the children alive while I dissect them. Anatomy: the structure of their flesh; disassembled then raped while being logged on tape. The records are then sent to the Pope where he masturbates to them and injects his dope. Hordes of countless archives reach the roof caked in holy semen. This temple of debauchery is veiled from the public eye. The enigmatic loom continuously weaves a religious swoon. Rape then murder; then find forgiveness. Kill in homage to Christ our fucking lord. Drain the sacrificial blood of children upon the altar of God. Rape then murder; then find forgiveness. Kill in homage to Christ our fucking lord. Blood canals irrigate in the shape of cruciform. Divide the fetal remnants into pieces.

8. Torn From The Womb: Drag the nuns from their rooms. It's finally time to extract the bastards from their wombs. Their hands are bound and then they're gagged for surgery. Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my fingers in the wound. I stretch it till the flesh has torn; with my filthy hands I rip it more. The mother's screams are muffled by the gag shoved down her throat. The tension builds as I unveil her uterus. Her anaesthesia is my cock. Convulsions overwhelm my patience – if these persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives birth. What a fucking shame. Death brings me joy, but I would rather see her suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb. I press the blade to her throat. Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw through her neck until I reach her spine. Now that she is dead her body lays still. Now her unborn child is ready for extraction. I slice open the uterus and the placenta rushes out. Mixed with blood it pools in her gaping wound. This carcass cocktail of placenta and blood is shared among assistants helping me birth the child. Once it's gone the severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins. I grab the child by his leg and rip him from the womb. His mother's entrails pull out and spread upon the bed. I rape her body till she turns into a putrid heap, then I remove the umbilical cord. I cart the child down the hall to be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape.

9. Cuntcrusher: The gears are set into place; the finals stages of purification are nudged into motion by our pious Pope. The prevention of the second coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion. Dissolution of component forces act together as one - a single congregation tied together with one purpose in mind: The prevention of Christ's birth. Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire. The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes. As they rise they bring us darkness, turning day to night. With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage. Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes where they're tagged, then stripped of their clothing, assigned numbers and then taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps. This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives. One by one the worms dry out in the sun at the mercy of their new master. Their existence exhausts itself without the ability to procreate. Seared onto their heads and their hands is the mark of The Beast. This holy number, sacred in its symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility. By the order of the Pope we condemn them to be neutered with a machine devised to sterilize. With a hundred tons of force, its name is The Cuntcrusher. Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down to be fed into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades. With their legs pried open, their cunts align. At the flick of a switch they are sterilized.

10. Pinned Down And Fisted: So it begins. The procession of the rituals will bring judgment upon man. As the congregation of the damned you will now renounce the blood of the lamb. Alter boys march single file down the aisle where they kneel before the crucifix. Their orders are to un-robe then bow before the cross. You shall witness the shame of human flesh as we reach in to the bowels of your innocent children. The perverted members of the church gather closer to see the event. The priests now proceed to fist the boys. Watch as my minions insert their fists. Soon they will join the dead then pave the road with their bodies. Their blood will pave the way for the future of our church. These roads unite my dominion. As their ass is gauged, the blade of impurity is sharpened for the end of the ceremony. Once my priests are done the robes, once white, now bear the blood of the boys who once wore them.

11. Flayed And Consumed [feat. Lucas Mann]: My convents are just a front. They are the breeding grounds of my disciples. Like turning water to wine, I re-wire their minds. I manufacture their evolution with trauma based torture and rape; therapeutic alterations achieved through excruciating pain. Once the pain overpowers the mind it tries to shut itself down. With pumping drugs in their veins it doesn't have this option once their mind is cornered. To escape the suffering their minds create an alternate personality. With this new creation I have control of their minds. Intracranial implants are surgically inserted into their brains. Haunting images of their family flayed and consumed replay in their dreams.

12. Bathed In Placenta: It is dawn and the rivers are red with blood - one small reminder of what's to come. Now, behold the future unfold the way it's never been told before. Fuck the prophecies of God. I will destroy him like the piece of shit he truly is. I will bathe in his mother's placenta after I have raped and bludgeoned her to death. His mother, the modern Virgin Mary, will become my dead harlot. My followers, a new beginning draws closer. Truth is becoming irrelevant as it's re-written by my scribes. We will rise to conquer all that stands in our way. Man won't remember the past, as he treads upon the dust of his forefathers. Lies solidify the system that I have built to enslave them all; a portrait of perfection designed to entice them with false hope. Fed by the hands of their master, my pets confide in me. Blind with Illusions that veil all their eyes, I claim their lives with the blood of all who died. I, the Omnipotence of this new world, unearth and reconstruct the fossils of evil.

13. The Palpable Leprosy Of Pollution [feat. Bill Williams]: I will re-write history. They say the pen is mightier than the sword; and with a pen I'll restructure the formation of religion to re-wire their minds to a subservient system. With the scriptures revised to hypnotize I will unite the forsaken after civilization falls to its knees and begs for my mercy. I extend my bloody hands and I feed them promises of hope and change. With a fake smile I lie to their faces. This marks the new age of despair and desperation. I will make them worship me as the God I am. This world is mine for the taking. Within desperation the shattered pieces unite under me - their new God and master. My locusts feed from the inside out; I now go by 'Thy Devourer'. Within my chaos lies their obedience. Chaos turns to order. A conquered world awaits their conquered God. He is losing their prayers as their children slowly die away. Mutilated; perforated. The decimation of creation is the only way to destroy their creator: I will destroy their creator.

14. Decapitation Fornication: Face the cold reality. Slow and with formality I'm obsessively stabbing you. The blood is drowning you as you gargle and you spew. Bodily fluids fill your lungs. This is the end of you. Your consciousness slips away leaving your cunt to me. The lacerations hemorrhage on me. I will now disembowel every organ to see. My indulgence; the bloodlust in me: 'The Enslaver', 'The Engraver'. To the creek bed that marks your resting place. Bring my image to the void. Remember my face when you see God. The cinder block tied to your foot drags you straight down to the bottom. Gracefully your body dances; the murky water sways the flesh exposed. I exist to rid the world of throbbing cysts. I drain the pus embedded in society. With their disposal I silence them and have my taste. A balanced order: Extinction of the human waste. Decapitation fornication; this is the fate for abominations. Decapitation fornication. I am a servant of the earth.

15. An Exhalation Of Disease: All the blood from the bodies collects then irrigates through the soil. It flows through the cracks of the earth then drips to the demons below, just waiting to be unleashed by the blood of the chosen Christ. His blood shall set them free. Beneath this sacred ground lies the gate to their dimension, amidst the molten bowls of the earth. Once the chosen blood touches to their lips the gates open; our dimensions amalgamate, transporting them to earth to rule with me forever. Without the chains of their translucency my flesh burns away to reveal my true form as God. I am Belial; the serpent has shed his skin. I have deceived the world as a servant of God. With the church I have prepared my own thrown. It was easy to fool them all with my disguise. As they looked into my eyes they never saw the serpent beneath the surface, waiting for his moment to strike. I have brought forth hell to earth just to show God what it's worth. His kingdom shall rot forever. I have no sympathy for God.

1. Senseless Massacre: What do you hope to prove? Other than the fact your species deserves a permanent fucking extinction. Unlike other life forms, humans are worthless. Make way for my offspring of darkness. This onslaught was pure amusement, a senseless massacre. Not a single thing more, for the seekers of peace will only find it in death. I do not need assistance to rule this world, everything will grovel at my feet. The only thing I find valuable about your species, is the noises you make when you die. This onslaught was pure amusement, a senseless massacre. Not a single thing more, for the seekers of peace will only find it in death. Simple minded shit and piss filled sacks of meat and blood. Not designed for rebellion, but the perfect specimen to experience pain. What do you hope to prove? Other than the fact your species deserves a permanent fucking extinction. Unlike other life forms, humans are worthless. Make way for my offspring of darkness. I will create a kingdom in my image. But to rebuild, one must first destroy. Your destruction will be instantaneous. Mindless psyche, controlled and channeled through a series of religious tactics. Futile humans. Delicate, empty, vessels of emotion.

2. Desolate Paradise: The worship of a false deity has reached its end. Civilization has run amok. Completely devoid of all mercy. The harbinger. An insatiable urge to destroy the planet, even one as pathetic as earth. Vengeance is the most refreshing. Fingernails split as you try to pry my hand from your throat. With my ascension, my new dynasty will be devised. It has begun, awaken from your slumber. Awaken. Plant the weapon in the galactic nucleus. Disorganized, disordered planet. The energy increased with each final dying star. I am a creature of malice and affliction. History shall at last repeat itself once more. Through me you will enter your own desolate paradise. I am destruction in its most elegant form. Break from the core. Shatter the crust. Claimed these souls as my mindless drones.

3. Lalassu Xul: The ancient battalion birthed in the same universe surges through the extent of the cosmos. Harness the elementary particles, the power of a black hole is at our disposal. Take aim at this sphere. Gravitational waves surround the world, as we watch it decay into oblivion. Atoms turn to dust. The body cells rupture. An unsettling occurrence to lay sight to. Remnants of our existence, scattered through time and space. Consumed, ensnared, mute of all fucking light. . . Lalassu Xul. I am your king. The Evil Spectre. The ancient battalion birthed in the same universe surges through the extent of the cosmos. Harness the elementary particles, the power of a black hole is at our disposal. Take aim at this sphere. Gravitational waves surround the world, as we watch it decay into oblivion. Atoms turn to dust. The body cells rupture. The god of death has arrived to smash the larva that crawl on this land. Squirm, earthlings. This is all that you can do. For I have come here because of each one of you. I have planted my seed in your mother Earth, to to watch the roots of death finally flourish once again. Consumed, ensnared, mute of all fucking light.

4. Infused: Mankind has become nothing but a worthless, feeble creation. For centuries, I have awaited to begin my ultimate emancipation. Perfect specimen to infuse itself with the human's weak decrepit life force. Nourished by cretin's blood, now part of mortal genetic code. These foul earthlings shall feel what suffering truly means. A nefarious machine, not to feel remorse, not to feel fear, not to feel pity. These entities shall be condemned into the endless cosmic void. Mankind has become nothing but a worthless, feeble creation. For centuries, I have awaited to begin my ultimate emancipation. Intestines push forth and fall prey to my offspring. Autolysis has begun to set in. The skin decomposes while the insides purge out. My army is beginning to take its final shape. Take its final shape.

6. Natural Selection: The fabric of our mortal consciousness slowly deteriorates. The masses have returned to a state of primal action. Sit back, and watch as this material realm decays to a pile of bubbling flesh and bone. Microbial proliferation, from the frothy tissues, stings the nostrils of the humans thinking they have survived. An utterly terrifying demonstration of natural selection. They're dismantling delicate limbs at a molecular level. Their fleshy tissues begin to diffuse, as the maggots slowly eat the eyes. Their numbers have grown and humans are left alone to wait for the day that the king will claim this decayed throne, to take this crown of thorns as my own. The fabric of our mortal consciousness slowly deteriorates. The masses have returned to a state of primal action. Sit back, and watch as this material realm decays to a pile of bubbling flesh and bone.

7. Beckon: We have brought down the cracked, and pitted, holy gates. Etch these words into your skull, I am the king of kings and lay claim to this universe. Everything will die by the hands of your master. Call upon gods and beg them for your salvation. We have brought down the cracked, and pitted, holy gates. Etch these words into your skull, I am the king of kings and lay claim to this universe. Locked away in total darkness for the rest of eternity. Silence the screams that echo through the centuries. Speak of the devil and so he shall appear. I beckon that he may, so that I can slit him ear to ear. Conserve your last breath and let my blade do the talking. Embrace the horror of our everlasting presence. Such inferior species shall forever feel the clench of our ruthless, unrelenting grasp. And we shall put these fucking souls to rest. This insignificant dimension is doomed.

8. Godless Times: I have come to cast these unprofitable souls into a land of eternal darkness. They will join their angels and demons in a life of weeping and gnashing of teeth. Burn their flesh to a crisp, and let the flakes fall down for my children. The smoke will ascend to the divine one's realm, where I will meet him with his second fucking death. Bind him by his hand and foot, not even he can escape the stench of death. I have strung him up and bled him dry, to sip his life force from the Holy Grail. These are now godless times, and you are all fucked. For as he resurrects, I shall strike him down again. Purge the resources until the core crumbles. This is not holy war, just extermination. Make way for your godless engineer. Fertilize the land with the blood of the righteous ones.

9. Unsympathetic Intellect: The devil himself is stricken with fear. Make him my minion. The apex predator has arrived. Hell is empty, for these demons and dimension will fucking disintegrate in the glory of my preeminent power. The one that you all call God will find himself on the brink of my abysmal new realm. Reclaim our home. From his eyes will gush the birth of a new hierarchy. A new planet, stripped of all reason. Unsympathetic intellect gazes upon this swarm of mortals in revulsion. Blessed are the dead whose cadavers have perished by our hand. For you will join your fictitious deity. For you will join them all. The devil himself is stricken with fear. Make him my minion. The apex predator has arrived. Hell is empty, for these demons and dimension will fucking disintegrate in the glory of my preeminent power. The one that you all call God will find himself on the brink of my abysmal new realm. Reclaim our home. Fuck. Break their fucking limbs until their bones rip through the skin. Nobody escapes the sphere alive. No man, no god. Smother the mother's carcass in the blood of her infants. Earth, a malignant tumor on the face of the universe. Spectral beings will rise once again. From his eyes will gush the birth of a new hierarchy. A new planet, stripped of all reason. Unsympathetic intellect gazes upon this swarm of mortals in revulsion. Blessed are the dead whose cadavers have perished by our hand. For you will join your fictitious deity. For you will join them all.

10. Eviscerate: What a perverse colony you all have become. Insolent scum, ungrateful of the life we have given you. We are the Alpha, we are the Omega, we are here to eviscerate all. A fucking disgrace to your maker. A celestial presence, not seen by imperfect scum. Bear witness to the incomprehensible, skies are stained black with the ashes of billions. Landscapes are covered with the remains of charred hominids. The latest extinct precursor of man. We have wiped the globe clean of every civilization since the dawn of time. We are virtually unstoppable. What a perverse colony you all have become. Insolent scum, ungrateful of the life we have given you. We are the Alpha, we are the Omega, we are here to eviscerate all. A fucking disgrace to your maker. A celestial presence, not seen by imperfect scum. Bear witness to the incomprehensible, skies are stained black with the ashes of billions. Landscapes are covered with the remains of charred hominids. The latest extinct precursor of man. Save the world, kill yourself, or die by our hand. Delusional minds believe that you have a privileged position in the universe.

1. Objective To Harvest: Accept the serum, let it take effect. Close your eyes, this will all end soon. We're here to instigate the cataclysm, with the soul objective to harvest. Defiling Earth with catastrophe, initiating our lethal foray. Purging the existence of all species encountered. Our tactics, elaborate. Our mindset, relentless. Spawned in this realm to demand it as our new dynasty. We will not leave until the deed is done. Our true form finally revealed. Panic ensues, accept us as your new overlords. Anxiously awaiting, we ingest human life forces and imitate their form. Loved ones transformed by bacterium. Faces mutating, flesh diffusing. We will suck this planet fucking dry, devastation at its finest. Exhausting Earth's resources, watching it disintegrate behind us. Exhausting Earth's resources, watching is disintegrate behind us.

2. Galactic Cleansing: Kill every human on this Earth. We have been complacent for far too long, time is up. Ancient man considered us their masters. Refuse to comply, you will meet your end. Humans can't fathom our animosity. Jaw clasp to delicate limbs, blood fills the mouth. The entrails of those harvested marks the dawn of a new galactic cleansing. We are the end of the organism, the embodiment of all torment. We are what a black whole fears, an ancient adversary that's awoken. Warp the mind, deranged thoughts, erratic massacre begins. An army genetically engineered with one goal in mind. Lay waste to the filth that resides here, a genocidal epidemic. Introduced, families fragmented before their very eyes. Colonize this barren surface, begin anew. Warp the mind, deranged thoughts, erratic massacre begins. An army genetically engineered with one goal in mind. Lay waste to the filth that resides here, a genocidal epidemic. Introduced, families fragmented before their very eyes. Colonize this barren surface, begin anew.

3. Shards Of Scorched Flesh: Shards of scorched flesh descend from the skies. Those who attempt to flee are instantly vaporized. We will breed with your kind, constantly creating a new form of killer. Our minions impose the submission of less significant souls, they must pay their dues with the proper sacrifice. Isolate the populace, begin total obliteration of this atrocity of nature. Behold Earth, the epitome of life. Once flourishing, now a nuisance in our eyes. Carelessly slaughtering all, dismembered bodies free floating. Helpless screams to stop, music to our fucking ears. Pray to god as we strip your flesh, you'll see that we are your creators. Pray to god as we strip your flesh, you'll see that we are your creators. You dug for the answers, uncovered a nightmare. This land now a bloodbath, we feast upon the frail. The horrific truth revealed, we fucking exist. Thought as a conspiracy, we make our presence known. Behold Earth, the epitome of life. Once flourishing, now a nuisance in our eyes. Carelessly slaughtering all, dismembered bodies free floating. Helpless screams to stop, music to our fucking ears. Shards of scorched flesh descend from the skies. Those who attempt to flee are instantly vaporized. We will breed with your kind, constantly creating a new form of killer. Useless attempts made to bring your salvation. Strapped to the table, there is no escape now. Demonic grasp, free to do what it will. The blood of man, spilled to find out the answers. Pray to god as we strip your flesh, you'll see that we are your creators. Pray to god as we strip your flesh, you'll see that we are your creators. You dug for the answers, uncovered a nightmare. This land now a bloodbath, we feast upon the frail. The horrific truth revealed, we fucking exist. Thought as a conspiracy, we make our presence known.

4. Dingir: Inducing fear into prosaic minds that do now believe in me. Spewing forth acidic fluids, gruesome blisters rupture. Beneath the epidermis lies labyrinths of organs ripping apart. Returned to the proper home as their corpses putrefy. Crumbling human forms, we extract, and feast upon their bowels. Inducing fear into prosaic minds that do now believe in me. Spewing forth acidic fluids, gruesome blisters rupture. Beneath the epidermis lies labyrinths of organs ripping apart. Returned to the proper home as their corpses putrefy. Crumbling human forms, we extract, and feast upon their bowels. We extract, and feast upon their fucking bowels. Repulsed by the stench of ignorance, we will stain your planet bright red. Fuck your world, home of vermin. Thrive on uncertainty of your existence, no soul will escape our grasp. Appendages removed, we look and smile, you are so easily deconstructed. Thrive on uncertainty of your existence, no soul will escape our grasp. Abandon all your fucking hope, for there is no one watching over you.

5. Faces Imploding: This is the path you will be subject to follow. Burrowing into the mind, I ever approach to eviscerate such filth. Manifesting beneath skin to dwell within luscious organs, rewriting the human code. Recreate the era of an ancient civilization. All of life, these merciless forms consume your world. Recreate the era of an ancient civilization. All of life, these merciless forms consume your...Darkness surrounds your privileged Earth, you are helpless in the eyes of the unknown. Devastation will hail down from the stars as our crafts descend upon your terrain. Upon your terrain. Abducting everything in sight. Failure to succumb to my being, we will infest your soul, extract the life. Reanimate these corpses to wage war on those who disobey. Faces are imploding, blood vessels are exploding. All you can see is death in their eyes. Enigmatic forms consume their hearts. Craving, anxiously awaiting the next chance there is to feast. We have claimed this race, the abomination of evil has arrived. And thus, they perish. Winds carry what has transpired to the ears of those enslaved. Let this storm of apocalyptic chaos rain over your insignificant home. Publicly executed for the people who are left to observe. Dispersed throughout the plain, creating mountains of corpses. An experiment your lives have become. The extinction of the human scum is now. Run.

6. Peeling Arteries: Communication disrupted, scramble to the streets, now fleeing like cowards. Mortals encased by an unworldly bacterium. Abruptly the heavens divide, and a portal appears. Families abducted, anatomy examined from the core. Strategically peeling all the arteries, observing the effects deliberately. Strategically peeling all the arteries, observing the effects deliberately. The instruments used, now brandished in blood. Demons of this alien race now rise and conquer. Those who lie above the waste are scattered and ensnared. Bones will now be liquefied as saliva dissolves. To quench the thirst that provoked this deadly encounter. A horrific display of carnage. Those who survive, transported to our realm. Communication disrupted, scramble to the streets, now fleeing like cowards. Mortals encased by an unworldly bacterium. Abruptly the heavens divide, and a portal appears. Families abducted, anatomy examined from the core.

7. Hyperforms: Civilization now staring at the face of calamity. We will etch our presence into your bones. Ultra terrestrials flooding the sky, inferior minds can no longer comprehend. The reality, the vision of the Hyperforms has been revealed. Perspective will never be the same. All left of life now in the presence of the Gods. This species is doomed, there is no hope for the future. This species is doomed, there is no hope for the...Mankind has failed for the last time, years of negligence accountable for it's demise. The chance to wake up, now is lost forever. Forever. Undeserving creatures scramble to protect their lives from us now. No way to fight all the pain, teeth grinding away. We've made our efforts to condone, the blueprint of the human body manipulated to suffer. Staring at the heavens for hope, only to see their final fate. Hysterical cries are heard as the hole of eternal darkness draws near. Ultra terrestrials flooding the sky, inferior minds can no longer comprehend. The reality, the vision of the Hyperforms has been revealed. Perspective will never be the same. There is no escape from extinction, our universe now a cosmic tundra. A cold wasteland remains, void of all fucking life. Void of all life.

8. Fruitless Existence: Erasure of degenerates by the celestial. Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet. An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance. Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension. The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill. Bow to your true fucking creators, bow to your true fucking creators. The odious, suffering the doom they have reaped, a fruitless existence. Ungrateful species of filth and corruption, we cast you into the void. Heavenly wrath upon the nefarious, created to satisfy our growing hunger. They fade away, their extinction predestined. In place are celestial avengers who now gaze upon us humans. Erasure of degenerates by the celestial. Divine otherworldly beings prepare for a detrimental invasion of another planet. An empire reborn, fabricated from the inhabitants neglecting it's utter importance. Hollow eyes pierce the soul with no remorse, an emptiness not of the mortal comprehension. The atmosphere, thick with the stench of decomposing bodies, entice my minion to kill.

9. Immaculate Order: Overwhelm pointless defenses, survivors exposed to terrorizing unknowns. Entities from whom you won't be saved, introduced by widespread devastation. Their origin now a living memory. An immaculate order, Earth rests within their hands. Approached by the Hyperforms, formless creatures not bound by reality. A ferocious encounter, not one of us is safe. Gorging themselves of putrid, rotting meat, witness to a ruthless onslaught. Swarmed by those who have been transformed. Revelation, we are in the presence of celestial gods. Overwhelm pointless defenses, survivors exposed to terrorizing unknowns. Entities from whom you won't be saved, introduced by widespread devastation. Approached by the Hyperforms, formless creatures not bound by reality. A ferocious encounter, not one of us is safe. Gorging themselves of putrid, rotting meat, witness to a ruthless onslaught. Swarmed by those who have been transformed. Revelation, we are in the presence of celestial gods. Walking the ruins of a once corrupt dystopia, I now find peace in the aftermath. Walking the ruins of a once corrupt dystopia, I now find peace in the aftermath. Earth is reborn, a breeding ground for those left to consume.

2. Inhuman Affliction: A new plan has been devised. As a society conducts in shadows within confines reeking of rotting flesh, overflowing with human filth and defecation. Fecal stench nauseates the senses. You're oblivious to their dark deception. Of the hundreds they've held captive, you've been selected above the rest. You've been selected above the rest of your kind. So be prepared, this is your end. So prepare to experience these methods first hand. Five repetitious blows fracture the back of your skull, you are restrained and rendered motionless. Vomit spews from your mouth and nose as you convulse, your insides exposed for further excavation. Spread and dissected, fading from consciousness, your blood soaked body skinned from head to toe. Gaping wide open, the intent of this gruesome affliction begins to show. Butchers of man have set their sights upon your flesh, for profit and nourishment. You are dismembered. Every entrail is consumed, none of your limbs shall go to waste.

3. A Mandatory Sacrifice: Your kind has been aborted. This world abandoned, left desolate, depleted of all its resources. There's no recovery from this. Yet there are survivors scarce who hide amongst the ruins where a crucial decision must be made; to die of starvation or take one's life and feed upon their flesh. The sky won't expose any answers, so stop searching there. You cannot escape reality's trials with a simple prayer. For such a complicated sin, fear not of punishment. Find enjoyment in their pain and incisions made. You're not a heathen for thinking this if God can allow these situations. With no response or a single sign sent from the heavens, is God deaf, or maybe dead? Is God deaf? God is not deaf, just non-existent. Allow your last ounce of faith to diminish. Let the hunger consume your thoughts. For all the years spent on your knees, finally stand to think without looking above. Finally you stand to think without looking above. Desperate times call for desperate actions. So murder, consume, and repeat for survival in a devastated world of exile. This is a mandatory sacrifice.

4. Samael The Destroyer: He waits upon a throne of eternal flames. A monolithic beast bearing many names has been awaken. Off in the distance, cries of anguish resonate beneath the surface. Beyond thousands of agonizing screams echoes laughter of a dominant being. The devourer of souls, the accuser. Who find satisfaction in their pain, this monumental destroyer awaits. Aroused in anticipation for these black gates to open and unleash, implications of horror and bloodshed for our sins. Trading bloodshed for our sins, there is no salvation. There is no salvation. For he has risen to conquer us. He has risen to conquer us all. He shall destroy you, there is no saving you.

5. Fractured Frames, Scattered Flesh: As the atmos... atmosphere gradually continues to dissipate, an invisible pressure increases in irregular strength. Soon this world shall crumble beneath its own foundation. A neglected stronghold of protection has been penetrated. Who shall we place the blame? You're held responsible for your own end. Implemented by ignorance, provoked by your arrogance. Do not attempt to kneel or repent. You've earned this punishment. Slowly oxygen escapes from your diaphragm. You had your chance and you did not listen. Upon the population, gravity unleashes its overbearing weight. Your fragile spines instantaneously crushed. Crowds reduced to fractured frames, scattered flesh.

6. Disgust For Your Kind: I want to listen as you suffer, witness your lips beg for death. My desire is to revel in this torment, let your misfortune quench my thirst. Restrained as I spit in your face, it disgusts me more than your insides. I'm pleased to see you in pain. You'll find it hard to speak with a broken jaw. Whose name did you scream? Scream as you are battered repeatedly, tortured beyond capability. Plea to a God whom exists at your own convenience. He won't respond. No one shall heed your call. You are subjected to my morbid imagery. I envision every incision made. Your open wounds shall remind you of me. Whose name did you scream? Beckon to me, you are defeated. The irony is you've provoked these events. Beg for death.

8. District Of Misery: We are the antidote and also the disease. We're the oppressors who possess marks of the beast. Mankind deserves this, a catalyst for deconstruction. A scapegoat to hold humanity on its knees. A self-inflicted social anarchy to frighten the population into submission. Intricate color schemes on TV hypnotize them while they sleep, And from behind the scenes inject a fatal dose of misery. So let these structures fall. As buildings crumble, watch this metropolis transform to ruins. We have no sympathy. Victims' lungs overflown with debris, their fractured bones exposed, lacerated is their skin. This is a demonstration in the clout of government: Failure to conform equals destruction. At the end of this world we hold all the answers. At the end of this world you'll possess only misery.

9. With Legions: You know my name. Recognize my number. Cower in the presence of my wake. My forehead foretells of the chaos to come, and as I said there shall be no salvation at the end. No more world, no countries, or continents. Only a bloodstained wasteland created from the aftermath of my Armageddon. And with my legions, I rid the earth of all traces of your existence. This is a global extermination. Mutilated corpses litter the ground on which I stand. I am the epicenter for these events. After your execution I want to taste the blood of Christ. Does he hear you cry out with arms to the sky? So continue to pray and endure this unrelenting onslaught of pain. So continue to pray, find refuge in your faith. So continue to pray. On judgement day, God is no longer listening.

10. Slaughtered Like Swine: Centuries wasted, wallowing in our defecation. An entity overwatches, silent yet in disgust, evoking a thirst for destruction! Destruction. A divine intervention is underway, to cleanse our burden of mistakes. Clouds transform into a mammoth storm as the skies blacken with ash. Downpours of sulfur nauseate and fill your chest. Overwhelming showers of flames eat through the flesh. Screaming like suffocated swine this is our punishment. Only few remain, for he's unsympathetic within his campaign. Screaming like suffocated swine this is our punishment. Remnants of scalded skin permeate an unpleasant stench serving, as reminder his hands are only temporarily cleansed. Casualties are taken to stimulate change!

11. Empathy For Leviathan: I am disgusted at the sight of your breed. I am the ocean, stained of your existence. I am leviathan. The great demolisher, the reincarnate, conducting from beneath. I shall submit your futile species through infinite tortures of the deep, abandoning you, emaciated, amongst darkness. It pleases me to witness your macerated corpse endure torment at these depths. Until this moment did you not expect any repercussion? You're just as guilty as all the rest. There is no god to pray to for deliverance, at these depths he does not exist. So believe in me. Believe in me.

12. Plague Campaign: The ancients, they forewarned of such plight. Infinite blackness shrouds the sky. This is only the first sign. The ancients, they were forewarned of such a plight. Years passed on, nobody listened, nobody survived. Nobody survives. Mankind's demise is reoccurring. Every succeeding generation is predestined to suffer. Until these voluminous hordes are satisfied or nothing is left to devour. The most insignificant of beings have rendered mankind helpless. This impending swarm harbors a catastrophic epidemic sweeping the coasts, invading your homes. Transmitting necrotizing fasciitis, the aroma of fecal particulates infiltrate the senses, and from the altitudes they descend. Overwhelming multitudes of incessant arthropods fulminate from the sky, engulfing everything in their path. Still they have an appetite. They're not satisfied. Still they are not satisfied. The plague campaign takes flight, and so this plague continues on.

15. Orificial Execution: I never had the urge to fornicate and exploit a woman, only to defile her corpse in my own sick punishment, until there was you...You reek of disease. Your veins pulse of the most pungent indecency. Judging from your habits you're surrounded in shit. No sympathy, no more excuses, just accept and admit, you're porcine filth, a repulsive pig. Merely given life to be abused and executed. Your execution: you shall be gutted. Mutilated at my hands. Replace pleasure for pain, embrace this blade between your legs. Savoring each grotesque moment, I watch you bleed from every orifice to appease my vengeance. I'm ripping you open from mouth to rear. I'm ripping you open, disgorging vital organs as I create another hole in you to fill. No longer screaming, no more movement. Orificialy executed. No one will shed a tear. No one will shed a tear at your death. You're remembered as just another worthless whore. Fucked, killed, and easily disposed.

1. Precursor To Enslavement: Replacing God, human hands conceive and contort a vile creation. A fatal form is about to be born, a curse that's birthed with a purpose. Fear is an infallible distraction when populations confirm. Propaganda blinds them all while before their eyes, the blueprint to a deceptive design unfolds. An infectious catalyst has been utilized and deployed, to initiate and spread the installment of new order. The encroaching wave invades your home. Silence with no trace of its presence, this was created to destroy. Silent, with no trace of its presence and created to destroy. This is pain, this is real bloodshed, and you're surrounded by suffering. No precaution can spare you from infection, this was created to destroy. This is pain, this is real bloodshed, and you're surrounded by suffering. Sharing in these repulsive transformations, your family watches in horror as the symptoms take hold. Vomit spews and internal acids burn your throat. Blood flows from every orifice, your body's virulently overtaken. Conditions worsen as skin cracks and begins to peel. The fissures spread exposing flesh. Skin cracks and begins to peel, the fissures spread exposing flesh. You are the first to fall victim to instant contagiousness, skin cracks and begins to peel. You are the first of many to suffer from this epidemic, the precursor to enslavement.

2. Viral Re-animation [feat. Alexandre Erian and Steve Marois of "Despised Icon"]: The streets are overflown with the presence of stagnant corpses, the first victims of infection. Their stricken bodies omit a formidable stench of dermal decomposition. The vile scent of death has crept unto your doorstep, intruded your sensory glands, stimulating a thirst for further investigation. An urge you should never have acted upon. Oblivious to the perils you've entered. Presumed to be dead, the infected are resurrected. Like a swarm they approach with malicious intent and amongst them all you're surrounded. The starving horde overtakes you, teeth and nails desperately serrate through delicate flesh. Their abuse rips open fresh wounds, exposing your blood to their hazardous pathogens. You're now one with the infected, soon to be revitalized by an unholy resurrection. Let it spread. With each person infected, the contagion grows stronger. Virally re-animated, through a continuous cycle, you have risen as a vessel of contaminants by which the contagion shall spread.

3. Regulated Disposal Of Life: Increasingly civilians contract the infection at an alarming rate, flooding nearest cities in a rampage to satisfy their now instinctive thirst, depopulating the human race. A manhunt is upon us by a selective few appointed under governmental regulation, to track and exterminate the infected in an effort to resolve their disastrous situation. Possessing endless amounts of weaponry, authorities unleash their personal army of hired mercenaries, paid to wage war against an ongoing adversary. Upon first sight of the infected, they fall victimized to gunfire. In an emotionless disposal of life, this has become another inhumane display of execution. Remnants of exploded skulls and floating grey matter, hundreds of bullet-filled bodies litter the streets. The pavement's soaked red as a result of bloodshed, another town's left in ruin by the war against infection.

4. Quarantine: You awake to the putrid stench of decomposing flesh, welcome to oblivion. Do not pray, for salvation won't come, your savior does not dwell in this place. So turn your back on your faith, it only further holds you captive. You are the bastard dying children of this race, turn your back on all faith. A desensitized state of consciousness disables every attempt to recall your origin. The sight and pungence of scorched human remnants foreshadow the purpose of containment. Showing symptoms of the afflicted ones, you're forcibly secluded from the general populous. Restrained, sedated, and internally tested. Archaic instruments have penetrated flesh. Painfully extracting blood in search of virulent, crimson spray stains the walls. Their draining torture device induces seizure. Vital signs are weakened, sickness flows from every artery, and there is no hope of survival for the diseased. You are the bastard dying children of this race, condemned and left in quarantine. There is no hope for survival, sickness flows from every artery. Embrace oblivion, you are the bastard dying children of this race.

5. The Contaminated: As migraines become overwhelming, perception is rendered contorted. Mentally you've grown unstable, devoid of human emotion. Something has burrowed into your psyche, forcing you to lose touch with your own self. A transformation is apparent, you're becoming what was once unimaginable. Alive but deceased, revived so long as life is drained completely. Alive but deceased. What remains is a symbiotic co-existence interdependent upon the blood and the flesh. Recognizing the illness which threatens your body, you attempt to repress a horrid envisionment; that of your ill-fate, and the torment you'll face. For sustenance of what dwells within, you are beckoned to satisfy its internal urge to feed, coerced to murder if necessary, possessed to consume decaying organisms that lie beneath. Instantly vomiting upon devourment. This appalling display of demoralization brings forth insight to your disease, damned forever to scavenge this land. Further transforming into a monster that's alive but deceased, revived so long as life is drained completely. As one of the infected, accept the fact that you're damned.

6. Exist In Confinements [Spoken:] The apprehensive conditions of our nation is now expunged within human nature. Surrender severely subliminal, upon the mercy of apparitions whom expressed little incentive deliberation. In exchange for their beliefs do merely exist. Below their pedestal of deceit, provided a mental solitude for extract from their design. The outside is truly like a fine minute of this life. Do you decide to fight in resistance? Do you dare defy what subsequent exist in confinement?

7. Persuasive Oppression [feat. Nick Arthur of "Molotov Solution"]: Infiltrating defenses and evolving with every strand, the contagion shall continue to spread. Stranded in a devastated wasteland of contaminants, the population is slowly depleting in distress. What remains of a helpless civilization is depleted by an invisible threat. So government drastically exerts its power, through the provision of new laws and enforcement of home invasions to search and extract those infected. Containment camps are erected for protection under the "Anti-contagion act", a document that holds no truth within its pages and provides no real solutions. This is a persuasive attempt to further oppress you, this is corruptive. Witness a greater vision. To purify the nation of its ailments, human rights are compromised, marshal law is put in effect to suppress public action and freedom of speech. Politics swiftly evolve into a fascist tyranny. Witness a greater vision. Infiltrating defenses and evolving with every strand, the contagion shall continue to spread. This is a greater vision, a long awaited master plan, which will begin and end in your oppression.

8. Weaponized: With retinas exposed towards an empty sky, the majority relies on religion, citing God as a scapegoat for this unrelenting plight. Such devastation is not divine, the corruptive hands of our leaders orchestrated their own nations decline. Deceivers, transposing fear into a mechanism to delude their fraud. Such devastation is not divine, don't believe their lies, this plague was weaponized. Such devastation is not divine, these are lies. You have been betrayed, overruled by an isolated state of secrecy that shall stimulate new birth into an age of suffering. The population has contracted a viral infliction of life, and now questions arise. What shall be done with the damned? So what shall be done with the damned? This plague was weaponized with no source of antidote, the only cure is genocide. This plague was weaponized, extermination is the only cure. So fall to your knees, they have you defeated. Fall to your knees, they have you defeated. Fall to your knees and die.

9. Sadistic Experiments: Government has influenced and orchestrated abduction of civilians for use as subject in secretive experiments, forcibly exposing them to deadly pathogens. Survival was never the outcome expected. Survival was never expected. Tests are conducted to observe a fatality of their infection, created with only harmful intent of slowly killing its host and increasing the potential to spread. You are chosen, the first casualty to demonstrate its bodily affliction. Suspended from appendages, your spinal cord is punctured. The virulent's injected in an agonizing procedure. Monitored at distance, initial ailments run its course. Veins protrude and begin to rupture. Flesh separates, hanging from weakened limbs. Boils inflate with plasma, spontaneously bursting through the skin. Your body is disfigured. This experience continues to worsen as infection fully takes over. Subjective to their sadistic experiments, you are transformed into a sight of abomination.

10. Remnants Aflame: Every contagious strand must be wiped away, located and declared completely absent. A national vaccination is underway, to eliminate the presence of infestation. The presence of infestation must be eliminated at any price. Purging a curse which they created to coercively transform the populous into slaves, the final goal is to depopulate, and a murderous cleansation process begins. Immersed in filth, single file and blind-folded, the infected are imprisoned in awaitance of death. Instantaneous as contamination, they are viciously slain by a barrage of ammunition. Casualties quickly accumulate, casualties quickly accumulating. Each blood-soaked corpse is gutted. Innards disgorged, scraped barren for experimentation. Empty and left for a massive stockpile to form, the rotted corpses are torched. Bodies carefully cast aflame until the soil is littered with the steaming white ash of their remains.

11. Ending Intellect: Were your plans to overthrow? I'll let you experience struggle. Ignoring suggestive influence, your intellect has merely lead you to martyrdom. Which shall serve as a deterrent for those who chose to follow. Corrupting public thought, influencing paranoia, breeding a new infectious plight based off mental terrorism. For such defection, find punishment in execution. (Your execution) For such defection, find punishment in execution. Now face the repercussions of these acts. Tortured, nearly beaten to death, your tongue is severed from your mouth, a reminder that there's no freedom of speech anymore. As your soul bleeds out, your body shall be left to rot, and the rodents to feed upon your corpse. Silence is simply that easy. You have failed to deconstruct a flawless design, bow to a real oppressor. Your voice and mind are the true contagion, so you must be exterminated.

1. Nephilim: Nephilim. Descendant of the stars, a spawn of hybrid conception. I am alive!

2. Transient Gateways: Behold luminescent spirals overhead, the hidden element of travel unveiled. A mythos of science few can comprehend nor possess. Connectivity of every outer realm. The axis where timelines intersect. A transient gateway manipulating time and space. To harness its powers, one must ascend. Transported through the cosmos, projected to the furthest distance, crossing dimensions, who would you save? Transported through the cosmos. Crossing dimensions, who would you save? Would you even care to help? Or throw such a gift away, to withhold for selfish embellishments? Who would you save? Would you remain light years away if you could warn an alien race of a shortened existence? Burdened or does benevolence beckon? Watch them die or open the portals. Open the portals!

3. The World Engine: Our mother earth is in peril. Our mother earth, they've come to rape her 'til it bleeds. Our dead planet's resources are useless. Descending with malicious purpose, beating all species into submission to drive this planet to its knees. To wipe the slate clean, demolish and redevelop the biosphere in the image of their own. Cower! Cower before their death machine! An imposing display of power, destructive forms of technology, plowing a path of debris and lifelessness. Tremors resonate through the earth. Every person, every home, trampled in its wrath. Terraformed and changed forever! The world is terrified! This is no longer your home, but a host to forces unimaginable.

4. Dead Planet: Malevolent are the architects who have changed their ways. Glaring down on us, overwhelmed with disgust. They now anticipate the end. Human DNA deemed a tainted creation. We were forewarned, signs were ignored. Now we must submit to extermination. A predestined termination, a chance to redesign their failing offspring. You were forewarned, and now you must meet your end. Aborted, so then we can begin again. Channeling power, drained from within the Earth to construct superior specimen. But before the end, you're forced to watch this world burn and transform into a dead planet. Watch this world burn and transform into a dead planet. This is a dead planet, a wasteland, it's fucking worthless. [2x]

5. The Taken: Awakened, blinded by lights, an untraceable vessel illuminates the night. Mesmerized as it levitates. An unworldly presence invades the mindscape to communicate. Entranced, your body slips into psychic restraints. Now you elevate to relive relapsed recollections of an abductee. Dissecting flesh, no scars of entry left. Relive relapsed recollections of an abductee. Dissecting flesh, no scars of entry left. From your insides, you are tracked, there's nowhere to hide! A foreign device resides embedded. Or is it all in your head? This is your life, a slave to experiments. This is your life and now your captors beckon, tracing locations. It is time to elevate again! You are one of the taken! A mutilated possession. Internally violated, mentally numbed. This encounter won't return you. The true Gods have new purpose for you.

6. Dawn Of Descent: This is not the second coming of lore, don't pray revoke, dismiss your dissipating God and cherish one last night until humanity's lost. War! The streets are dying for war. Cherish one last night until humanity's lost forever. Violence, an insatiable threat in the wake of imposing events. Shattered faith manifests, the truth has led to social unrest. We are the cause of their presence, now bear witness. Every mind is inundated, every eye captive as monolithic transports draw closer, transmitting telepathic information. Human origin and creation are finally exposed. Dispelling organized religion as a fraud, society loses direction once it's lost its hold. Witness the blood of riots flood the streets, triggered by desperation disbelief. The pile of bodies increase, the backfire of a collapsed monarchy. All that they've taught you is a lie. A lie. Cherish one last night until humanity's lost. War, the streets are dying for war. Cherish one last night until humanity's lost, the streets are dying for war! Panic, disbelief, and desperation, the streets are filled with war and stained red with death.

7. The Dulce Incident: The penetration of barren land through rock and soil. An objective must be fulfilled. Construction under the surface with an undisclosed purpose. Digging down, digging down as signs of pressure build. The threshold weakens and begins to fail. A nauseating stench omits from the bowels of the earth as gaseous fumes erupt! Beneath the structure implodes, an ancient underworld exposed, but something dwells at these depths. Sensing a presence inside the dismal confines, beyond the darkness and dust. Elusive figures arise revealing the face of humanoid life forms. A kind colonized and hidden below. A massive horde, they approach. Shots fire in panic! A massacre ensues. Unfazed by gunfire a sacred power is exhumed, every target subjected to amputations and gaping burn wounds. Casualties outweigh the rescued, a conflict buried with time and each body in its tomb.

8. Arc Of Creation: Taken and lead, entering strange corridors. Housing a mixture of unfamiliar lifeforms and native creatures of Earth. Segregated and on display, sedated for transport. A course is left unknown, the hope of return at its furthest distance. Impulsed to explore the spacious constraints. Oblivious to their constant surveillance, accessing rooms of voluminous proportions. Within these walls hold a brilliant display. The regeneration of extinct life. Re-creation! Worldly limits sustained, holding every known species captive. You are enslaved! Within astonishing scale of confinement, your final purpose is revealed. Preserved and displayed, imprisoned light years away on their home planet!

9. External Existence: The external remains in stasis. Sedative, a constant cycle. Delving deeper through landscapes, once thought to be reveries. A body at rest, as lines intersect. Traversing exterior realities, beyond sight and out of reach. Re-occurring states of subconscious being forcibly released. Subconscious abilities are now unleashed! Brainwaves shift, elevate to a higher dimension. Reality transcends illusion. As this body decays, I am sustained, immortal within the flesh. An entity without an ending, only exit from this celestial plane. As this body decays, I'm sustained as an entity without an ending, only exit from this plane! Just know there is something beyond the grave, in R.E.M I'm more alive than awake. A heightened sense of existence, submerge in the infinite! Brainwaves shift, elevate to a higher dimension. Reality transcends illusion. Submerge inside the infinite, death is not the end!

2. Soldiers Of Immortality: Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era. Buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes. The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay. Their lives eradicated by the blade, the dead are cursed. Slayed, their lives raped from them, they swarm like locust. In the form of spectral hate, ghosts in the fog, reapers of the night. They remain trapped between dimensions. Disembodied souls, tormented in the afterlife. Haunting the living, possessing the weak. The spirits hunt to avenge their death. Haunting the living, possessing the weak. Controlled by the army of torment. Seizing their mind, infiltration of insanity. Turning the prey on each other, tearing organs from their allies. A mist that plagues this world, the poison fumes of these burning souls. Now spread this flame, tearing themselves apart from the inside. Ripping sanity to pieces, sanity to pieces. Unsuspected slaughter from an icon of trust. Once a protector, now an executioner. The dead will rise, soldiers of immortality. The dead will rise; the depths of hell await thee.

3. Laceration Penetration: Darkness will soon cover this once righteous life. Nothing but an effigy daunting the annihilation. What was immaculate, now stained with impurity, watching this torso turn corpse. Blood dripping from intestines as they are ripped from inside out. Now lay a carcass, what's left will be devoured. The struggle for exhalation, a need to fulfill my obsession as pale turns blue. Let the insertion begin, lifeless twitching. The desire to penetrate the dead become overwhelming. Now a trophy to remember my first, a sense of completion. As this moist cavity is filled, the lust for the deceased, here to stay. The stench of her rotting organs now linger for eternity. My seed is growing slowly in this lifeless carcass. Life as a dirty fucking whore has brought you here to decay. This is what I have become, the abomination. Now, take this blade, thrust it deep inside the torso. Relentless stabbing, mutilating her remains. Sifting through entrails, the feast will soon begin. The time has come I must consume the mess I've made. Devour her insides cold, the taste of dead empowers me. Limb by limb, feasting till there is no more. This feeling uncontrolling, darkness building deep within. Once a lady of the night rots inside of me. I now control the victim, I've tasted the meat of the dead. Torn flesh ripped from the carcass now becomes a part of me. One with the dead, become one with the dead.

4. Furnace Of Hate: Fuck what you've built, my hate is stronger than your faith. No gates, no walls will stop my dying thirst for blood, for rape. A plague of weakness created by slaves. Infection spreads, these peasants must be slain. I've chosen not to follow your ways, your disciples will burn and fucking rot. Fear not my thoughts but my actions. I plan to spill their blood; their worthless lives will not be spared. I feel the beast inside me, a darkness has consumed me. The helpless look into the sky, praying for salvation. Screams of agony are proof of a god that's failed them. I will not let them live, they stand against me. It's time they face defeat, eternal sin into damnation. My unrelenting urge to kill begins to take control of me. A victim in my hands, a fate worse than death. Skin them alive, torch their insides. They can't escape, their life I must take. Their soul is mine to torture, to rape. They are the plague, they are the slaves. Prepare to bleed.

5. Flesh Oracle: Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs. Strung up to bleed, gravity showers you in your own filth. Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece. These gaping wounds tell a story. Your life is worth nothing, you're a worthless cunt, believing if you have a choice to live or die. As I nail your torso to the floor, they pierce vital organs. What do you have left to offer? Eyes rolling back, bloodshot eyes, bleeding from all orifices. Blood marking time like an hour glass. You cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut. Violently hacking into your throat, I finish decapitation. Another lifeless carcass left to rot. I've conquered man. I am the birth, I am death. Upon the table lies a corpse a chunk of rotting flesh. A work of art, a perfect kill, I'm basking in the stench. I'll keep your ears as fucking trophies, hanging round my neck. To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end. I am the death creator, I am the fucking end.

6. The Adversary: Among the masses crawl the weak, watch them cluster together like maggots feeding on the dead. They stand against something far superior, attempting to create fear and chaos. Infect you with false ideals but they are designed to fail. No matter the consequences, we will not fall to these pitiful fucks. They alone are insects sucking life from the world. United they stand, divided they shall be slaughtered. Strike them down with unrelenting hatred. Let bloodlust fuel your aggression, inflicting brutality. They will embrace death to escape from merciless torture. Crushing skulls to make an example to all those that oppose me. The time has come for you to defend your existence. We must deface and mutilate the enemy, the false obsession, the isolation of their fate. They fall to their fucking knees. We must show them that their attempts to conquer us will lead to their own demise. We march to the sound of slaughter, death, destruction, chaos and rape.

7. Decrepit Purification: There is no hope, you are helpless to the chaos that has raped your world. Genocide to all that is innocent. We have waited for this day and now it is time to feast. We must find them and end their existence. The wise will end their own lives to spare themselves from unimaginable torture. Execution of their own families, now the dead slaves of god. It has started, tearing limbs from torsos to disable our prey. Feasting on their flesh to satisfy our hunger. The blood of the innocent deep within my veins, my strength growing with every drop. Separate the heads from the bodies. These pests are not worthy of a name. The bodies pile up, headless cadavers. Limbs intertwining, each appendage lifeless as the last. This kingdom of decomposing peasants, the putrid stench of dead cunts boils my blood. The thought of victims that are yet to be devoured is what motivates this holocaust. I need to stop the birth of the deceased. We kill in packs, a force of evil they could never conquer. Surrendering will not bring them mercy, only divide the cowards from the brave. They will be butchered, erased from this land, humanity is obsolete. Carving in the faces of women and children, their fathers forced to watch as they are bludgeoned. Ten thousand victim's blood, flowing inside of me. Tenacious murdering, extorting breath from the naïve. The death squad hunts you.

8. The False Prophet: Behold the beast arises from the depths of hell, sent forth to harvest the Christians. And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god. Before you stands a man, but beneath the flesh stands a worthless creation. Mortal slaves, forced to serve. They pray to god, hoping he will forgive their sins, and save them from damnation. The art of deception serves the prophet well. Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter. Turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator. Fuck your god; I stand before you calling out your god. Before you stands a figure, but beneath its shell stands a false prophet disguised by shadows. A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity. Driven by hate and vengeance betraying their messiah. They follow Satan's chariot to Babylon. The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one. Satan's army's on the other horizon, waiting for the horn. Unholy crusade against their creator, leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own.

9. Engineering The Anti-Christ: Darkened clouds approach the grounds where the innocent victims await the outcome that could never be foreseen. They come from beneath earth, they come to block out the sun. There will be no redemption, their blood spilled for Satan. A trail of corpses lay behind them. Stench of rotting flesh, they slay all women/children, leaving them without their heads. I share the same addiction to the beast that I can taste, cannibals they've become. Infect the population with a plague that will last for a thousand years. Apocalyptic massacre, piles of burning bodies lie at the side of the your bowels give way, your final breath will beg for forgiveness. I see the end is near, the streets awash with blood. They're all dead in the end, no one to be spared, evil and faith will be your weakness. Slit their throats, drain their blood, nothings left, Look what I've done. The gates have opened, my reigns begun, this is my church, my kingdom.

11. Cowards Throne: We are the plague of rotting flesh, the dead that roam this earth. Servants to the shadows left to feed on carcasses. Soul tormentors, leaching life from the clean. Diseases spreading, chaos, fear, hate for all to feel. Together we rise, to take down this god of yours, and darkness will reign overall. Stand forth, where is this one you call god? An adversary in a coward's throne. A message from my master, the time is now. Feel the fire from within, the blood is boiling. Watch their soul destruct; I tear it from their fucking corpses. We are the demons, hunting, killing, slaying. Raping god's slaves, their blood will fill the rivers. An epic tide of Satan's rage. Stand forth you coward, a so called savior, save your world or watch it burn. Through the darkness, arise the servants of Christ. Pray, this is the end of their days, their lives bound by a book of lies. How can you judge what does not die? The fires of holocaust fueled by the souls of the Christians. The fires of holocaust will burn for eternity, upon them is the hour of slaughter. Hear the screams, the sound of triumph. A message from my master, life must not go on. A message from your master, save yourself. A message from my master, obliterate mankind. A message from your master, I've failed you all. This is the end of days, now watch it burn.

2. Vermosapien: With the premeditated inception of a forbidden junction, I'll thoroughly dissect man's aesthetic capacity to cultivate destruction. Corporeal makers have condoned all ramifications and doomed our dimensions. Reviled are those who choose to metamorphose. Fixed frames are imperiled by the amalgamation of the inferior arthropod with the superior human being. Witness sapience wane as we clinch the fashion of chitinous exoskeletons. If the author of perfection is responsible for the conception of multifarious vermins, does that make such divine Creator a monster? Whether wrought by higher grace or shaped by nameless energy, only humanity can be held liable for its calloused achievements. We are the vile chief denizens and catalysts of our own consumption; the ones proliferating in ruin. The eradication of subsistence will be realized by our own hands.

3. A Universal Plague: Vindictive hands have embraced the oceans before, but the shores had never recoiled so desperately. Entrenched in several principles of the ancients, but primarily twisted by a more cruel modern topography. The pure will enable the full embodiment of pestilences. Zephyrs avow the notion of widespread catastrophe. Clouds of tragedy and calamity extend throughout the lands. While some are weak and futile, others remain resolute within plateaus of extreme pessimism. Alarmed the cosmos pray amidst bleak auroras, in hope of crimson tomorrows for mankind. We're like an epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its terrestrial bounds. We will become a universal plague if we thrive afar from our margins. A mother will ingest the wine of her disemboweled sons, but their remains will not suffice to cleanse her filthy loams. We're like an epidemic that seeks to expand beyond its terrestrial bounds. We will become a universal plague if we thrive afar from our margins.

4. To Burgeon And Languish: Betwixt the furrows of senescent hands, blemishes remain etched to tell of myriad triumphs. Monoliths stand elevated to bear testament of grandeur, but, like flesh and all physical things, they will fade. At dawn the greatest splendor prevails but for a moment to emphasize that only change is everlasting. When the hourglass is inverted and the wretched have passed, will descendants peddle the burden of those before them? Time has witnessed copious hierarchies rise and fall; adaptations of previous thoughts will continue to thrive and perish. In immutable flux this is an endless cycle, it's how we are eternal.

6. Conquest Of Gliese: The burnished, metallic gears transmitted torques and the cerulean plasma infected the skylines as they departed. The mortars of the firmaments snarled as stewards ceased to sojourn over the orb of parched bitumen. Behold the majestic exodus of sacrosancts, the meek elites of amethyst garments. The crystal bodies no longer coalesced and chaos did not reign like in primordial wasteland. The ambivalent anima of a once substantial, but now decayed structure barely resonated through the black veils of the nearly desiccated rifts. Messenger coils had perished long before mountains plunged and glaciers thawed and evaporated. Her autonomy was never subservient, but her beauty was always vulnerable. Upon the scarlet moon, our bereavement was silent. In recollections her splendor will remain untouched. Through bitter voids, revered vagrants now wend in hunt for unsullied, verboten paradise to despoil. Boundless, extraterrestrial deserts are not of lands christened barren. Unfamiliar, desolate realms define places for the brave to flourish. The keepers of the testaments till a flawless design: future dwellings vehemently founded upon misleading wisdom. Cocooned the children will be in the faith of a disingenuous manger. The states of hell will be reincarnated. Oh Gliese, your heavens will be ephemeral, but also worth being cherished. Deflowered you'll be, swiftly and unrelentingly. Their hands will not be gentle when you are deflagrated. In recollections your spirit will remain untouched.

7. The Singe: Human beings are disgusting creatures. By the apex of alien hills, sacred abodes sought to emanate newly shaped paradigms. A relentless reign prematurely assisted the interruption of symbiosis amongst cohorts and foreigners. The guillotines were marshaled, disposed to decapitate virgins that desired to copulate unholingly. Their blades were whetted as if to sever all burgeoning thistles once known, much like the earliest of misguided attempts to hinder the spring indefinitely. In this kingdom, judgment was sheathed by the ignorance of a wicked people. The ones empowered by gods could not have been seen as the culprits. In this land, the fiends were not supernatural, but mortal architects knew well to manipulate and incriminate the abstract. There were no quarters for selflessness in this new world. Now watch as all the surfaces are scorched. This is not the apocalypse your prophets admonished you of. The branches wail as the flamboyant terebinths acquiesce to fiery torture. In this hellish realm, affliction is replicated through the cracked eyeballs of the soon to be deceased. The feet of man will no longer interpret the ground's arrays of simultaneous biotic emissions. The ashes will garnish the soil in innocuous synchronization.

9. Facades: Depict your gods and I will summarize your wretched ways. Through complex patterns I have quantified archetypes. Our fears have denounced the nature of emphasis on eternal punishments. The foundations of opulent, celestial utopias are not distant from our realms. In the traditions of mortals I have found the essence of selfish civilizations. I will not succumb to spherical egocentricity. Purge and oppress the lives of those, who like yourselves, possess the aptitude to concoct deductions. Your redeemers are advocates of humility: philanthropists for rape and debauchery. I will not partake in narcissistic idolatry. Slaughter and afflict the ones, who like yourselves, claim to have clasped the light of true belief. Your saviors are sponsors of virtue: protagonists of cataclysmic genocide and depravity. Regard the mirrors that elucidate the abomination your deities epitomize. Through visages of contradictions behold your christs disfigured. Craft not the defilement of certainty with foolish attempts to personify absolute divinity.

10. The Graze Of Locusts: When pastures are liberated from the graze of locusts, golden horizons will reveal vestiges of decaying monuments. In oceans of ephemerality we seek to become imperishable. In streams of eternity our immortality is fleeting. When this life fades I'll be at rest, for I'll have detached myself from my worthless legacies. I have cherished my possessions and I have forsaken simplicity: materialization of the spiritual and spiritualization of the material. I hope they sear the pillars and great walls of my Alexandria. We waste our days assembling vast shrines upon disbanding sands. Our greatest accomplishments consist of having conquered empires of stone. When this life fades I'll be at rest. "All the glory in the world can be gathered in a grain of corn." Within the illusion of reality and the reality of an illusion, constellations remain invisible but not nonexistent. Let's build a sphinx of meaning that never weathers.

1. Devoid Of Skin: A distant bell tolls, resonating through my frame. In an audiogenic trance, I follow the sound. The tolling pierces through a dimensional membrane. I cross over into another word...A dimension of complete suffering. Achromatic souls stream up the walls. Their glow illuminates the chamber. Blood-gilded languid bodies coat the floor like a living carpet. The bodies coil and recoil under a blanket of gelatinous gore. The miasma of decay seduces the corpses into frenetic animation. A cryptozoic being stands in the center of the chamber, staring at me. Devoid of skin, an intricate system of chains pass through his flesh. The flaps of muscle held open with hooks and chains held taut, Displaying his organs and revealing other intricacies His anatomy, a perfect disfigurement. The chains come from every direction, carving the stagnate air. He speaks with the confidence of a god, vocalizing his expectations of my arrival, sermonizing how he summoned me to this universe to suffer for eternity. My eyes glazed over in hypnosis to the sound of his voice. A transmundane presence intensifying the ambience. At the end of the monologue all movement recedes. The shapes fade to silhouette, and silhouettes fade to black. The sound warps and distorts, then ceases all together. One after another, the senses dull then expire. I am condemned to experience an eternity of complete nothingness.

2. Imprisoned Between Dimensions: Through suicide, my souls evaporates into an interstellar-travelling entity. Headed through space at subluminal speeds, I enter a black hole held open by a spherical shell of negative-mass cosmic strings. Reality as I know it melts into a whirlwind of psychedelics. Colors and shapes run together creating intricate geometric patterns. Space-time distorts as the warped patterns stretched farther down the flux tube. Crossing the event horizon, time dilutes and ceases to exit. Through the wormhole shadow, a parallel universe can be seen...A dimension I will never reach. A paradox of myself withers before my eyes. He cycles through the seasons of life. From birth to death, to birth again...each lifetime, a reciprocal of the former. Interstellar Condemnation. Imprisoned Between Dimensions. Every movement and every word predicted. Fading over the millenniums, crisp black and white images erode to a series of grays. Sharp figures bleed into one another. Infinite lifetimes, I have yet to experience. Trapped in the flux tube. Suspended in time for eternity. Imprisoned between dimensions. Interstellar condemnation. Trapped in the flux tube. Suspended in time for eternity. Imprisoned between dimensions. Confined within the wormhole.

3. Drug-Induced Psychosis: Methamphetamine-fueled psychosis. Performing worthless surgical procedures. I splay open the rib cage, hemoglobin sprays. The shadows lurk over me observing my work. Red Phosphorus coursing through my veins. Paranoia increases with my accelerating heart rate. Delusions of parasitosis, obsessive picking at the skin. Formication leads to self-mutilation. I torture the human for what seems like an eternity. The days and nights blend as one. While performing the vivisect I stare deep through the soul into the astral plane. Entranced in nebulas and stellar lights. My physical body continues to torture while I travel the universe.

4. Caverns Of The Disembodied: The voice summons me and I obey. Following it's command. I enter a subterranean realm of enigmas. Moonlight reflects off of the marble architecture of the cavern carved by epochs of dissolution. Stalactites and stalagmites frame the mouth of the chasm like teeth. Soon the blackness of the cavern encompasses me. Guided solely by the voice which calls me, I descend farther into the labyrinth of tunnels...As well as the depths of my mind. Spiraling into abysmal madness, psychosis imbedded in every fiber of my being. My identity erodes with my sanity, the voice enabled me to vaguely recall my name. All senses are overshadowed by the motion of my heart. The sound of its beating in my ears, crescendos to an insufferable intensity...then a pause in which all is blank. A star radiates in the distance. I begin to form galaxies and nebulosity around it, shaping planets from nothingness and creating ecosystems within those planets. Painting the ether with my mind, all powerful and iniquitous, I have become a god.

6. Chamber Of Torture: Dried blood encrusts adobe walls of the sanctuary. Light beams through desecrated windowpanes of dead saints. The lingering stench of tortured human and charred remains sift through the abandoned chapel. I descend into the concrete dungeon below with a new addition to my collection of medieval torture devices. I haul the head crusher into the death scented torture cell. I slowly pace through the chilled chamber observing my specimens. Steel cages hang, encapsulating humans left to rot. Grey matter slides off the decomposing bodies. Pillories beneath the dripping cages hold victims, pre-torture. Faint moaning is heard from an occupied iron maiden. The moaning is overcome by gut wrenching screams coming from a human, half-skinned and strapped to the breaking wheel. Still conscious and severely mutilated, I drag the human into her hollow brass tomb. The Brazen Bull smolders leaving black soot coating the cement wall. And now for the finale to this madness: I retrieve a fresh human for this kill. Strapping his head down I slowly crank the Head Crusher. Screams of agony echo as blood gushes from sever hemorrhaging. Teeth shatter and surrounding bone crushes. The cranium compacts in intervals as I crank the lever. Brain matter oozes out of fragmented skill as the eyes are forced from their sockets. I laugh to myself in this state of morbid dementia.

7. Beneath The Pendulum: Strapped to the chopping block, my victims gains consciousness. She screams in terror as the pendulum swings above her, five feet across and fifteen feet high, a contraption forged with meticulous perfection. Swaying back and forth in metronomic momentum, taunting the victim, steel shimmers under halogen lighting. Hypnotized by the blade in motion, I commence the torture. Convulsing rapidly, she struggles to escape her shackles to no prevail. Tears stream from the ducts of her vacant wide eyes. Epinephrine hits my bloodstream; thee high of taking a human life is euphoric. An increase of dopamine and serotonin creates complete ecstasy. The blade slices through layers of skin and flesh. It continues to excoriate the wound until I lower it farther. Her voice cracks as she frantically pleads for her life. The pendulum rips through her intestines and spine, slowly slicing the human in two. The lower extremities and pelvis are detached from the rest of the body. Blood drains from the segmented torso. The body twitches post-mortally in a pool of blood and entrails.

9. Immortality Through Infinite Consciousness: The truth told from an adjacent plane of existence. Mind creates matter, consciousness creates form. Mass mental projections create our physical universe. Beneath the "camouflage" lays a psychic web of consciousness, embedded throughout every fiber of every universe. Immortal beings exist through infinite systems of reality...Multidimensional reality. Multiple incarnations living simultaneously as a part of an individual soul. Each soul, a brick in the psychic pyramid of interrelated, ever-expanding conscious. All That Is...Consciousness Infinitum.

11. Interspecific Coalesce: Torpid sewers harboring hexagonal clusters of eggs, incubating in a cesspool of humid human excretions. Cylindrical eggs hatching in random bursts...Arilus Cristatus Gigantus. Breeding exponentially, swarms of massive predacious insects eclipse the sun, raining down from the sky. Arthropodic nomads flood the streets, misanthropic beings scavenging the land. Targeted, the predator envelops the prey, cocooning the human within its wings. The victim claws at the ground in attempt to escape. With sloth-like mechanical motions, the captor draws the human back into embrace. The insect's hypodermic beak extends into position, injecting enzyme-laden saliva into the bloodstream. The human frozen in paralysis, immobilized, paralyzed. Soft tissue and organs dissolve into emulsion. Future victims spectate the killing. The torture is seen through translucent membranous wings. The insect holding the victim in his final embrace, caressing him through his passing, then gorging on the human slosh within. The body withering to the decayedness of decades in mere seconds…The skin cycles through the color spectrum of rot. Shriveled, frail, and expunged of all nutrients. The dry husk of the human cadaver lay discarded in a sea of bodies.

12. Succumbed To Dementia: Under constant surveillance from above. Human cadavers suspended from chains come to life. Dictating my every move. This crimson hallucination molded by the compounding dementia. Isolated in the confine of the psyche. Imprisoned in the mind. Detached and emotionless. No past, no future, no identity, human carnage festers around me. Mathematical equations surround me. Enthralled by palindromes and logarithms. Illogical calculations written obsessively across brick. Overlapping formulas inked in blood. Intensity increasing with every numerical metamorphosis. New sequential patterns generate advanced cogitations, etching away at the ultimate theorem. Delusions of an oncoming apocalypse fuels my paranoia. I find comfort in a fresh homicide. Disemboweling the victim, I stare deep into the soul while taking her life. The compulsion to carve at the body increases. Scraping the inside, lost in time. Satisfaction in the work I've completed brings sweet slumber within the hollowed carcass cocooned in flesh. I awaken to the sensation of insects burrowing beneath my skin. With a blade, I mutilate. As the blood drains, my empty shell becomes wax. I reach a continuum of consciousness through death.

1. Eating The Visions Of God: I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing, for I want to eat the visions of God. Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead. As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread, I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays. For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing clichés. My eyes, my perception - They seem to smolder and whiten. For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself. I am the eater of the sun, I am the destroyer of worlds.

2. Sun Of Nihility: Sun of Nihility, I shamefully disturb you. My relentless knocking is constantly ignored. I can narrowly overhear your serene breathing anymore. Have you grown weary of spinning measureless circles across the sky? Are you drained of feeding and decalcifying my awakening third eye, a resting place to connect with the Earth's depths? I lay designating my dreams as masters under composed breath, enraptured by the sphere of damnation.

3. The Stone Cross: I sleep on a cross for my madness, I exist within a foundation of stone. Encircled and smothered within bars of rust, it all helps me rest within a confine of serenity. Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls. Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust. An existence within a casket to bear the living, my humble and delusional confine.

4. The Synthetic Sea: Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power. My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters. As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea. I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naïve. I beg for one's own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion. Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters. All creations encircling me are charades and impostors. So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naïve. All comprehension I've discovered was all concocted to deceive.

5. A Global Shift: I've come to an implausible conclusion that I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison. I'm indulging my thirstiness with an infectious substance. For the bane of my existence is solely outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless. Lather, rinse, repeat. Gather, convince, deceit. A global shift has commenced one gallon at a time, turning the masses into walking malignancies. Imbecilic livestock with their numbers on the decline. A world is carved from blameless blood, carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man.

6. The Celestial Antidote: I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again. It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion. For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form. Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency, a substance helping me string. And I must carefully weave my life in a destructive, spiraling transcendency. These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized. A celestial antidote to cure all, a heavenly impurity to alter what we know as God.

7. Encircled By Mirrors: We socialize in the moonless pit of my own intelligence. I'm suspended in space and encircled by mirrors. Through my reflection, things are becoming clearer. Apparently teeth are beginning to germinate from the roots of my eyes. I find myself wincing as they chew through my optic flesh. Layers of teeth dancing, waltzing their way out of my now punctured face. It's comical in retrospect, I used to enjoy this levitating notion of escape. It's opening the gates to a newborn philosophy. My deep seeded dementia embraced. Layers of teeth dancing, waltzing their way out of my now punctured face. My deep seeded dementia embraced. Hallucinogenic contemplations have become my finest friend. It's opening the gates to a newborn philosophy. My deep seeded dementia embraced.

8. Buried Monuments: I recognize a blueprint for madmen has been inked, inked within the skin of myself. They've planted seeds and have been sewn into buried monuments. They're entombed doomsday vaults resembling monstrous coffins. A mind bending experimentation to reshape my everyday consumption. They can see through the cracks to inject the soil in which I stand. It perverts that of which I bloom. Disease slumbers within the earth, blooming gardens of slaughter.

9. Worming Nightfall: A landscape of mountains and filth floods my perspective. Nightfall worms its way, mutating the air into a black mass of secrets. It's alluring as I stand on the summit of self-destruction in all of its brilliance. I have a panoramic view of my prodigal fate with a nose dive out of existence. My untouched eyelids unlock in a pineal gland trance of blasphemy. My cerebral matter synthesizes a sharpened warmth, forming a kaleidoscopic ecstasy. A fond farewell decent morphs to a stairwell of a hallucinogenic world, lost in a sea of illusions and alternate reality.