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X(in)tro
01:24
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Something Alive
06:28
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Reeking corporeal shell.
An ancient evil smell.
The stench gets even stronger.
Something draws you ever yonder.
The stench gets even stronger.
Yet something draws you ever yonder
Something draws you ever yonder.
Pieces of those left before you.
Are littering the chamber.
The miasma of the corpses.
Shake you from your waking slumber.
From the pile something grabs you.
Pulling you into the carcasses.
Something alive.
Yet something dead.
Nostrils flaring at this stench your bearing.
As your insides start to retch and reel.
From within the darkness eyes are glaring.
Why are you here this can't be real.
From the pile something grabs you.
Pulling you into the carcasses.
Something alive.
Yet something dead.
Pulls you.
Screaming to your death bed.
Pulls you screaming to your death.
Something alive, yet something dead.
Pulls you screaming to your death.
Something alive, yet something dead.
Something alive, yet something...
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Fed To The Dead
04:52
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Fed to the dead.
Fed to the dead.
I have returned.
Now I am free.
I know what I must do.
I must devour you.
But with a gag and reach.
You have returned.
Glistening in the fading light.
Regurgitated back to life.
Once my friend.
Your life will end.
Your body to my bowls
A gruesome death so foul.
But with a gag and reach.
You have returned.
Glistening in the fading light.
Regurgitated back to life.
Stop screaming now you're free.
Better, stronger, slower, grosser.
Glistening in the fading light.
Regurgitated back to life.
Fed to the dead.
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Your Skull On The Altar
07:37
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Dragged up the ziggurat.
Bleeding from the neck.
Your life resolves for naught.
A worthless bleeding wreck.
With muscle bone and teeth.
Bursting through the gate.
Atomised before you.
Filling the air with screaming fear.
Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.
Cannibal attack.
Murdering enslaving cro-magnon from beyond.
You cannot run, you can only bleed.
Grey matter is the sweetest of meat.
Ripped from a nether world.
Radiating hate.
An appetite for dead flesh.
Rotten and cold, dripping with mold.
Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.
With muscle bone and teeth.
Bursting through the gate.
Atomised before you.
Filling the air with screaming fear.
You're not getting out of here.
Alive.
Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.
Murdering enslaving cro-magnon from beyond.
You cannot run you can only bleed.
Grey matter is the sweetest of meat.
Dragged up the ziggurat.
Bleeding from the neck.
Your life resolves for less then naught.
A worthless bleeding wreck.
Bleeding from the neck.
A worthless bleeding wreck.
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