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Death Portal
01:46
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Yellowish beam of light grabs my eyes
Something I should be remembering
When my clotted gears start to turn
Summoning all my thoughts into one
Death and dread is the only way
For me
Stole the words from my lips
Cooks me dead
And still the terror thrives
Burning under a thousand eyes
Stage fright
No night light
No night light
No night light
No night light
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Butcher's Rake
06:05
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You are forbidden to enter
My sanctum of carving flesh
Where I grind up swine placenta
With liver and cattle heart
The tortured spirits of my meals
Look at me with disdain
As entrails and intestines
Creep slowly toward the drain
It makes me sick
Waiting for my damnation
I could be quite useful in hell
Hacking off their limbs one by one
Mix them in the pot
We’re having pork loaf with thumbs
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Take out the rake
Rake
Take out the Rake
Take the rake and rake the leaves
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Evil Looming Presence
03:15
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I can’t see
But I feel a presence
Smothering me while I sleep
I cannot move
I am made of stone
I would feel better if I were awake
But I am stuck in between
I would make a deal with the
Angel of Death to be free
Or to have my soul ripped out by skeletons
Am I dying?
Is this my grave?
Is my demon
Keeping me safe?
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Necromantis
04:01
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He wants to show you the Necromantis truth
He wants to prove he can send you far away
In between hell and the grave is purgatory
That’s where he’s gonna make you stay
He shoots round the maze
Since they rewired his brain
Brought back from the dead place
Now he does the same
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
What did I miss?
High priest of death
Let’s his mana rest
Can you smell his breath?
The sickness becomes the health
The sentinel of the tomb
Puppets at his fingertips
He says get the fuck out
You’re going to get that shut eye now
He’s reanimated
Stuck in death’s frustration
Brought back from the underworld
Now he deals the pain
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
I want you to know it’s not my fault
I should I have died in piece
Raised in the middle of the grief
Necromantis prays for your death
Even though he knows there is no god
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Graveship
02:09
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Cloaca
Grim Rower
Crawl into the deep end
Search for those who did not make it
Collect the souls that cannot pass through
(The trench is darkness)
Darkness is the home of the. . .
(Submortuous vessel)
Dead
Bloated staring eyes
Wade through filthy brine streaming from cloaca
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The Moose Kansas City, Missouri
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