1. |
Feeding Frenzy
03:19
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Celebration in gore
Orgy of savage bites
Grinning soaked in blood
Whirlwind of teeth and guts
Eyes rolled back inside
Starvation and violence
Life reduced piece by piece
Body stripped to the bone
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Gang raped by reapers
Hungry mouths filled with scythes
Insides ripped apart
Final violation
Competing for every bite
Growling while chewing
Entirely covered in blood
Terrible table manners
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
Feeding frenzy
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2. |
Tooth and Claw Abortion
03:24
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There is a time to be born and a time to die
That time is both here and now
From cradle to the grave within seconds
To the mother I'll return for seconds
I make the first incision
Complete fetal excision
With brutal precision
Dead before gaining vision
Can't stand, but the instinct to run is there
Just feebly kicks the air
Tender meat with a side of placenta
Still fresh magenta
Got the scalpel in mouth
Scalpel my fork and knife
You only had one strife
Your gruesomely short life
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3. |
Filial Cannibalism
03:47
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There's not enough food
For all the mouths to feed
Must sort out the brood
And consume the weak
To strengthen my line
To spare the chosen
Bite this flesh of mine
Mother's devotion
Bite my own flesh
Drink my own blood
Crush my own bones
Eat my own kind
Motherly instincts
Murderous hunger
Unfit offsrping
Will be consumed
Helpless children whine
Won't be back by dinner
Together we'll dine
Sweet but so bitter
Baby cries no more
Guts become cradle
Family in gore
Keep bloodline stable
Bite my own flesh
Drink my own blood
Crush my own bones
Eat my own kind
Motherly instincts
Murderous hunger
Unfit offsrping
Will be consumed
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4. |
The Vultures Know
04:52
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The sun scorching my skin
My legs can't bear my weight
This wound inside me
Draining my energy
I feel death is near
Black halo above me
I guess it's time for my funeral
They're gathering, waiting my last breath
I guess it's time for my funeral
They're screaming my eulogies
I guess it's time for my funeral
They're gathering, for the last heartbeat
I guess it's time for my funeral
The feast will soon be on
To my eyes they bring the night
Death's wings hide the sun
Burning wind but cold inside
No grief in my demise
I feel death is near
Black halo above me
I guess it's time for my funeral
They're gathering, waiting my last breath
I guess it's time for my funeral
Death comes with feathered wings
I guess it's time for my funeral
They're gathering, for the last heartbeat
I guess it's time for my funeral
The vultures always know
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Death metal inspired by the dark side of nature.
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