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vomit war chronicles - scatbutcher lyrics

i won’t follow mortal morals, i’m from the cult of destruction
chosen demon immortal cleansing all human corruption
extinction my future function causing existence to crumble
never finding the peace in this puzzle, scortch the earth surface
bring it ruthless like fires in the summer
terrorise the whack culture with the perverse and the vulgar
back from inter dimensional slaughter, russia to down under
displaying the corpses of enemies bludgeoned to soft c*ck new comers
the true underground anarchism like post apocalyptic
sewer drain troggledism ,referring to the old wisdom
conguring the power from demonic visions
up in the holy mountain spewing mantras of austere n pure sickness
imprisoned with the cannibals in a trance invoking with feral witches
bushpig pictures incorporated explicit
body horror scriptures ,death cult suicidal orgy with
no living witness, death by insanity comes slow
it isn’t instant ,harness alien technology
i learned from the so called devils ,i’m twisting ya gravity
crush you with an *rs*nal of intangible weapons
audible venom that k!lls the minds of enslaved peasants
inside the matrix of gore being drained of ya vital essence
i manifest this, in fact i got to improve collections
given birth to these corpses ,impregnating flesh by erection
the shaft strengthened by demonic nectars in phallic possession
pestilent imperfection reanimation by sperm injection
sink to the lower v*g*n*l death ,planes of the rotting abyss
sacred severed p*n*s in bliss ,holy s*m*n and blood we p*ss
unified in a orgy of sh*t deform transfixed
*n*l lips transform to the menstrual river of vomitous spit
poke the blade inside and stir it up ,give it a twist
penetrate the torn holes with their own two fists
fragile shattered minds drown grasping the darkness as it drips
conjoined in evil moisture ,eminationist dopplar shift
dial up triple 6 ,call the dealer
for the next death fix, addictive relationship
with the reapers , he sells me the sh*t
and i’m okay with my job as a demon against the risk
it’s how i keep existing inside as you fail to resist
weakened by the curse ,subject to human frailty
blood moon eclipse ,your demise is foretold
like fallen angels ,the truth is a myth
giallo slasher with psychedilic soundtracks and gore
splatters of blood on the walls
painting the hall in coloured light at the morgue
decaying dolls staring blankly at kaleidoscopes of p*rn
painted like porcelain clowns with sinister smiles restored
masking a cold emotionless gaze with juice from the coprophilic worm
these words are f*cking cured surreality metaphor
we’re in the real underground death cult since the genital wars
destroying all these leeches
hitting ya face with full force
leaving the fake suckers melted and burned
ashes scattered on the floor
get ya f*cking brain matter splattered onto the sandston walls
the only reason why ya made it cos ya watered down and played out
the only reason why we saying it is cos ya gettin slayed now
leavin em face down after vomiting goby
lobotomies in sacred rituals of snuff p*rn remove all traces of hypocrisy
the highest level of gore exist as a sacred oddity
get ya fake faces peeled off in finally and utilized properly
stitched onto s*x dolls for rituals of coprodemonology
accelerating depravity like a hundred and twenty days of snuff p*rn sodomy
the worm totem during s*xy snuff rituals
consecrate it with the scat p*rn fetish smeared in caviar finger food
we ain’t human or br**sts we from the lower plains abysmal
attacking with astral syllables plaguing ya mind with darkest surreal visuals
so morbid n technical you straining ya principles
divinition in dialect of the criminals
dreamscape nightmare author militant
travel through mortal wastelands
on a unholy mission to the worlds end
melting ya ridiculous reality you try to defend
undead lord of the underground, i’m h*llbent
an eternity of pure evil is time well spent, the purity transcends
speaking curses backwards anagrams and cryptic vomit text
putrid creation of darkness exuding a nauseating foul stench
crushing ya meaningless trends, raw sh*t rupturing heads
descriptive like works of de*sade intone the ancient dialects
pompous oldschool vulgarity at these inferiors expense
debuculating bleeding ass friggery deconstructing your anatomy
enslaving each cavity in holy matrimony
blessed by the bleeding sanguine ointment
dispensing from v*g*n*l atrophy
nicely
psychedelic catastrophe on a
necrophilic k!lling spree with the s*d*stic majesty
at one with insanity
burn out of a cursed tragedy
faecalibrium evolving in human manifestations of blasphemy
i’ll f*ck you up b*tch, your just a f*ckin slave to me
i taste true freedom in the consumption of essence of mortal from sheep
underlings and peasant feeding on there the blood randomly
then systematically butchered in this harem
this ain’t a fantasy, this ain’t a f*cking fantasy
or some depraved fetish it’s actually pure demonic necromancy
immortal gore pig chanting harsh noise of brutality
this isn’t what you think, it is just what it has to be
feeble minded f*ckwits shocked by the cinematography
pukin empty out my philosophy like an exploded colostomy
the vile aura of death revealing an inevitable prophecy
bring the warbringer psychology
goremagedon warping the sacred geometry
tortured souls act out a deformed comedy
expelling the raw honesty ,war chronicles of vomiting
karmic retribution audibly vicious
enslave vessels gestating a host for the second coming
busting each nut leaving the sl*ts innards gutted

- scatbutcher lyrics

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