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The tongues of a thousand tiny blue-red flames
Coughing our souls to heaven
In the heat the dead stir one last time
A foul, filthy death is mine.
You donât have to die to walk in hell,
For here is hell,
You donât have to die to walk in hell,
And hell is now,
You donât have to die to walk in hell
no time to grieve, no time to weep,
You donât have to die to walk in hell
Just time to die, just time to die.
You donât have to die to walk in hell
Drag the dead, abomination, Rake the ash, my remains
Pull the teeth, a golden calf, Cut the hair, humiliation
Frail and wasted human forms, Wishing you were never born
Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom
Burn the flesh, cremation, Find the gold, stolen lives
Chains of clay, shrines of sod, we are dead, where was god?
Skin is cold, godless, young and old, forgotten
No more tears, suffering, wasted years, entombed.
Frail and wasted human forms, wishing you were never born
Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom
Ten strokes of filth from the slaughterhouse whip
Death bound we fall in pits of shit
Sacrifice, walking dead, infanticide, abandoned
Open greave, waste away, human plague, abomination.
The smoke rises up into the clouds, Looming above the funeral shrouds
Veiled from the icy moonless night, Are glowing embers of flesh so bright
The stars bedimmed in darkly woe, Enshrining all in hell below.
- Album:
- Sonderkommando
- The Excommunication of Christ
- Terrorized, Volume 15
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 01
- Exhuming the Grave of Yeshua
- The Mill Hill Sessions
- Damascus Steel
- Metal Hammer: April 2004 (Razor, Volume 3)
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 23
- In the Name of God, Welcome to Planet Genocide
- Metal Hammer #164
- Metal Hammer #148: Battle Metal III: Winter Assault
- The Early Years
- The Watchers of Catal Huyuk
- The Bemoaning of Metatron
- Metatron and the Red Gleaming Serpent
- Split Promo
- The Middle Ages
- Hammer Smashed Faith II