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The shame awaits you
Breeding humiliation
Rise and follow
Involuntary, abysmal
Admit your eventual downfall
Pale, soft, warm, your ball and chain

Feel it swell
A cluster of ruin
Sentenced to Hell
Your private undoing
Staking its claim
Bloated, persistent
Coated in sweat, twisting in fear

Twisting in fear
Witness the life that disappeared

Growing still
Tearing you to pieces
Corporeal override
Too weak to fight
Too beaten and tired
From digging your own grave

And with a blinding flash of light the doors of your mind are flung open to this place where the apathetic hands of savage morticians rake across your mangled body, a place where pain is God, torment is all, and there are NO SMILES.

The sick, the glisten
The bitter taste of bile
The soul dissected
The stench of pure denial
The mask, the needle
The light hits the knife
The surge exhuming
Festering back to life

Switches flicker, skewers jab
Hot the air and cold the slab
Scorch the flesh, abandon the mind
Strategies loathsome wear visages kind

Strategies loathsome wear visages kind
Witness the end that may be nigh

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from Old, Blackened Century, released January 19, 2010
Music: Don Blood
Lyrics: Stolas Trephinator

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