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Morbid Funeral Ritual
04:20
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Tortured for a rite of death
Make you scream with your last breath
Amputated, gruesome pain
Cauldron filled with boiled brains
Morbid Funeral Ritual
Crushing bones and eating flesh
Gorge the dead while they are fresh
Snort the ash of newly dead
Morbid paths of death they tread
Horror and gore is their way of life
See now that your end is nigh
Now it's too late avoiding the knife
It's your turn to die
See their wicked rites take place
Blood leaks down your weary face
Cut the skin across your back
Soon your spine will break and crack
Morbid Funeral Ritual
They begin to gouge your eyes
So you can't see your demise
Splatter entrails for a feast
Man's true image is a beast
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Horror Spawn
05:55
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Walking in the cemetery,
Got a feeling something's not right.
Shivers down my spine,
Something's lurking in the night.
Bound in skin, book of the dead,
Inked in blood, the ancient scriptures read:
Walls will mend and bend in shapes of horror,
Trees of flesh with evertwisting
Branches point to the one entombed,
Where he resides lifeless, stiff and cold,
Maggot ridden to the core.
Evil eyes that glare at you so bright,
Frightened of the face so pale and white.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
the dead shall rise tonight.
Vapour creeping, Eerie howling.
Lunar eclipse, Zombies growling.
All hope is gone,
Nowhere to carry on.
From the horror spawn,
You're dead by dawn.
Evil eyes that glare at you so bright,
Frightened of the face so pale and white.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
The Evil dead shall rise.
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Mortuary
06:10
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As you enter the mortuary, I will enter you.
Embalming fluid drips down your legs
Rid your body of all clothes, on a cold bench sex ensues.
I'm the necrophile who's craving you.
Slimy pussy filled with maggots, tits are full of pus,
when I press your bloated stomach, rancid fluids gush.
Sexy is your still cadaver, fucking gorgeous dead.
I will make you fellate me with your bloated, festered head.
Carnal longings for the stiff and cold,
blood that's old spews from your mouth.
Make new fuckholes with a scalpel blade.
It is not considered rape, you can't say no,
not like you will mind.
Because you're fucking dead.
Slimy pussy filled with maggots, tits are full of pus,
when I press your bloated stomach, rancid fluids gush.
Sexy is your still cadaver, fucking gorgeous dead.
I will make you fellate me with your bloated, festered head.
As you enter the mortuary, I will enter you.
Embalming fluid drips down your legs.
Even after the funeral my seed is in your grave.
You will remain used up remains.
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Urðun Akureyri, Iceland
Urðun is an Icelandic Death Metal band from Akureyri.
Dis-
Members:
Screaming and axegrinding murderer:
Skaðvaldur
Subsonic infrasound destruction:
Putrifier
Razor blade katana assault:
Yakuza Dethfukkk
Unholy dethammers:
Coffin Crusher
For further information and contact:
Email: skadvaldur.art@gmail.com
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