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Summoning Sickness
04:35
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Summoning Sickness
(Music and Lyrics: P. Robinson)
Tortured and now left for dead
Inside the fields of eternal decay
The bounty hunters of The Old Ones
Have come to claim what is theirs
Giving your soul for immortality
Domination and absolute power
Has come with a price
That price is your very existence
Dissension into another plane of existence
Painful entry, the feeling of being born again
Only to be brought into this world in suffering
Look into the deviant eyes of the followers of the demon gods
Hungry for a taste of blood
Undeniable need for flesh
Drug by your face, ripping of the skin
Time to meet your new lord!
Eternal servitude to me for a second life above
Immortality is the prize but i require allegiance
I require malice and pain
Bring the mortals above to their knees
I want their rivers to run red with the blood of their prophets
I want the the streets paved with flesh of their leaders
Reign down terror the likes of which they have never seen!
Do this and its yours!
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Annexation of Humanity
04:17
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Annexation of Humanity
(Music and Lyrics: P. Robinson)
The stench of decay
Lingers in the air
This essence, so foul
It stays in place
With the rotting flesh
That lays at my feet
These are rewards of conquest
Glorious battle, with bitter decadence
Pleasantries replaced by
Machines of human genocide
Mankind is now laid to waste
The gods of war seek out
Vengeance upon all man
The oils of human kind
Shall be our eternal demise
Man defiled its kingdom
This empire constructed of shit
Tension boils over
Let the eradication begin
Lunacy controls the majority
Mindless automatons lined in a row
Take up arms for the cause of dollars
The gods now watch their dominos fall to the Earth
Easy targets for complete annihilation
The gods damned us all
Eliminate the weak
No inheritance of the Earth
All you see is the green of wealth
But now its time to see the red
Rivers of blood block your escape
Brothers and sisters in death filled this
Time for begging over
There is no end in sight
Pathetic are our attempts to flee and hide
Into the pits where death stares us in the face
The putrid stench to cloud the senses
Self execution is the only way to escape this inexplicable horror!
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