Perish, in the hands of god.
Relinquish all motivation.
Hell hath spoken I am the chosen one.
The bringer of your execution.
Covered in the blood of the men I lay to rest,
The prophets I slaughter guide me on my way.
As I walk upon their chests,
Their last breath escapes them.
As I walk upon their chests,
I find I am at peace again.
One by one men of god challenge me,
And I strike them down with no remorse,
For I fear the darkness that follows death,
But they do not fear death at all.
So I pound their skulls against the ground,
And ask them if they've felt their gods touch.
They simply plead for his mercy,
So their fucking skulls I crush.
I don't want to die,
And I do not wish to live again.
I just want to set the score straight,
And prove that death is the end.
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Good clean Slam! Something about this album is a little juvenile. Some nice screeching, some twisted grooves, it checks out. Throw some more lows and gutturals in the next album for me, will ya? ClasSixxS