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Old Grave
05:56
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I feel my body coalesce in the fade / The portents on my skin sing with vacuous pain / Entrails suffuse across the sunken flesh / Decay en masse signaling the coming of death
Comprised by torture and dictating the means of necrophilic consummation, a death with the seed / Return the sacred, return the hatred / My earthbound home spits me forth and bids me farewell
Cursed by necromantic design / Haunted by my unrest / A cold flame burns over me / Pulling at the chains of death
Carve me out / They set my bones beneath the ground to rot / Wake the undead
Disturb the soil, tear the remnants of bone / Claw through blood and shit, defy the pit, reclaim the soul / Maggots flooding an oozing maw / Crawling neath a flesh broken only by time
My hands clutch the face of god.
My mouth cries an unheard sound.
I speak with the tongue of Belial.
Resurrected, I am unbound.
Broken yet whole, I tear at my carcass / Dragging the weight of rebirth /
My tombstone lay shattered, a pile of ash / Disseminating into the earth with me
My hands clutch the face of god.
My eyes cry frozen tears.
I scream with the rule of Gehenna.
Exhumed for a thousand years.
Lost in incessant torture.
Walking death, servant to man.
Drawing pain from the wicked, I justify them all being hung from each crenellated wall / I drag each corpse to the center of the square to be stoned and left desecrated.
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Spitting Death
04:01
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Yearning for an end I’m at a loss for words / Drenched in filth and blood / Waiting for the sign from the burning eye / We cling to the symbols of god / Paralyzed in waste, all hope is gone / I say my last goodbye to my servant, my slave, my only friend / He knows the reason why.
SPITTING DEATH.
LAID TO REST.
SPITTING DEATH.
A FUCKING MESS.
A field of cold flesh surrounds me / The air a toxic flood / Cries from the ignorant too dumb to die / Evoke the mongrel son / Rotten mounds fill every inch of the god forsaken ground / A scream from above sets my soul alight / I accept the end somehow
SPITTING DEATH.
LAID TO REST.
SPITTING DEATH.
From the heavens comes the sound of a thousand wings / Gripped by claws forged by fear, I beseech the depths
SPITTING DEATH.
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Shepherding the Weak
02:53
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Blinded by deceit, the living moored to dead / A crimson sweep of vision excising remains / Pluralities of broken unitarian minds seek the jesuit apologists for nocturne signs
Pull your own carcass /
Masticate the bleeding tongue of lies /
Dismay and madness /
Culling the meek / Gorging the fleet / Carving through a fleshy sea
Bury your lame / Clean the slate / Remove the stain / Shepherd the weak
Reveal the masses for what they are / Decrepit hordes in need of a northern star / Dictate the scriptures to pleading ears / Defile the sermon.
Crawl, my servants / Closer to the end / Your life is worthless / Save your fucking tears
Tyrant of all who seek punishment / Maker of discarded dreams / Give me your weak, your fallen / Watch them break and fucking bleed
Flayed flesh is my desire / Blood pours in your dying screams / Torturing all who cower / Damned until the very end
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Mortius Nashville, Tennessee
Nashville TN death metal.
Vocals/Bass: Chris Austin
Guitar: Jeff Bender
Guitar/Vocals: Austin Strobel
Drums: Zeth Gaines
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