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We Dig
02:31
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Beyond the cemetery gates
An evil slumbers still
We hear its voice deep from the ground
We march against our will
A look of madness in our eyes
And shovels in our hands
Possessed by ancient forces
We have reached our bitter end
All hail the putrid
All hail the sick
The master of torment
Is up to old tricks
All hail the putrid
All hail the sick
On this very night
We dig!
Deeper and deeper, there's no turning back
The thick cold ground is starting to crack
The creature is finally freed from its prison
Beware my children, the evil has risen
The evil has risen
The evil has risen
Bleeding and helpless, gutted like pigs
For all this time we were forced to dig
The beast is loose and now it shall feed
We unleashed the vile nocturnal breed
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2. |
Sometimes Dead is Better
02:10
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A small, quiet town
To start your life anew
Such a lovely place
Its secrets known by few
Be sure to warn your children
To take care of their pets
You see this winding road?
This road brings only death
Finding it is easy, trust me, you will see
In time you won't control your curiosity
A place of good memories and eternal rest
Devoted not for people, only for their pets
Oh, it's quite harmless, trust me, you will see
Unless you want to venture deep beyond the trees
There you'll find damnation, a passageway to hell
Hear my fair warning, protect your children well
Sometimes dead is better
Sometimes dead is better
Sometimes dead is better
(You must believe me)
Sometimes dead is better
Just take my hand
I'll guide you there
The soil of a man's heart is stonier
The old Indian burial ground
Haunted by ancient ghosts
You can hear its power calling you
It's what you should fear the most
A small, quiet town
To start you life anew
A dark and cursed place
That slowly feeds on you
Be sure to tell your children
Where to bury their pets
Because at the end of the day
There's no escape from death
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3. |
Mists of Doom
04:09
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Beyond the vast horizon
A battlefield of old
Where million bodies slumber
Lifeless and cold
In this place of dying
Unholy armies fell
A million screaming souls
Taken down to hell
Death was seen in these parts
Face under a black veil
There's no one left alive
To tell their gruesome tale
Behold
The tomb
The final resting place
The mists
Of doom
Where dead heroes wait
Behold
The tomb
The final resting place
The mists
Of doom
Miserable fate
Meadows drowned in silence
Not a single sound
Endless piles of corpses
Laying on the ground
Behold
The tomb
The final resting place
The mists
Of doom
Where dead heroes wait
Behold
The tomb
The final resting place
The mists
Of doom
Miserable fate
Darkness now approaches
The sun will vanish soon
Take my hand and follow me
Into the mists of doom
Mists of doom
Eternity is waiting
For your foolish soul
The demons want to take you
Take you down below
In this place of dying
No one will hear you cry
The dead tell no secrets
The dead tell no lies
The dead tell no lies
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Death Mask
02:48
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I'm the perfect monster
Hiding in plain sight
Can't tell by my smile
But murder's my delight
I'm the one who listens
When you are in need
Waiting for my chance
To see you bleed
I'm wearing this mask
To hide my murderous lust
Once it is revealed
I will make you squeal
I was born
To cause pain
To take lives
Over and over again
I was born
A deadly force
A bad apple
Worst of the worst
I'm the perfect stranger
You meet every night
Charming on the surface
An animal inside
I'm the one who ventures
Into your very soul
Yes, I want to taste it
Yes, I want it all
I'm wearing this mask
To hide my murderous lust
Once it is revealed
I will make you squeal
I was born
To cause pain
To take lives
Over and over again
I was born
A deadly force
A bad apple
Worst of the worst
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5. |
The Wax Nightmare
02:58
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Beyond the backwoods
A house painted red
A place of torture
A place for the dead
For the dead
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Mercy for few
Entrapment for all
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
With these hands
The nightmare unfolds
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Their very lives
In his control
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Funeral effigies
Stories never told
In this house of evil
There's no decay (There's no decay)
Trapped in their bodies
The silent pray
In this house of evil
The sculptures weep (The sculptures weep)
Bound for eternity
In permanent sleep x3
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Mercy for few
Entrapment for all
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
With these hands
The nightmare unfolds
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Their very lives
In his control
Stirring the beeswax
Preparing the molds
Funeral effigies
Stories never told
Behold the wax nightmare
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6. |
Tub of Toxic Waste
01:19
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Sitting alone inside the house
Ideas flow through my rotten brain
Some would call me a visionary
Other would say that I'm insane
Got a big ol' tub that needs to be filled
And I got the perfect stuff
Been stealing hazardous substances
Oh, I just hope I have enough
The plan is really simple
I just need a volunteer
I think he'll thank me for what I've done
Once he sees himself in the mirror
You might think I'm psychotic
But I'll be laughing in your face
Cause the one thing I know that you don't have
Is a tub... full of toxic waste
I'll build my mutant army
Slowly, one by one
Infinite number of limbs
To crush enemy skulls
But you gotta start somewhere
To create a master race
Here's to new beginnings
A tub of toxic waste
Tub of toxic, tub of toxic waste
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7. |
Churchburner Girl
02:47
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I met her at the cemetary
She was dressed like a horror queen
A leather jacket and a pierced lip
With a serial killer grin
I knew right there she was the one
A mistress straight from hell
It took me a while until I noticed
The faint, familiar smell
Gasoline, the girl of my dreams
A lighter in her hand
She said it's to make those damn Chistians
Fucking understand
She lights up my world
My churchburner girl
She lights up my world (lights up my world)
My churchburner girl
A little girl with matches
The devil's bastard child
The way she burns those churches, man
It makes my heart go wild
Gasoline, the girl of my dreams
A lighter in her hand
She said it's to make those damn Chistians
Fucking understand
Satan's spawn, my very own
Piromaniac beast
She's got those firestarter eyes
That I just can't resist
She lights up my world
My churchburner girl
She burns them so good!
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Gut Bucket
02:46
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Gut bucket, that's what you are
The reason why they lower the bar
Gut bucket is all you can be
A worthless pile of misery
Gut bucket, all of your life
Why not end it with my knife?
Gut bucket, what's the use?
Just use a hangman's noose
I know your every sin
Your every flaw
There's no redemption left
For you at all
You may have fooled the others
But you won't fool me
I've seen the petty, mindless, pointless
Piece of shit that you can be
And I'll always despise you
You are nothing to me
You're like a wounded animal
That should be put down
So slit your wrists with a rusted blade
And just fall lifeless to the ground
And I'll always despise you
You are nothing to me
I'll always despise you
You are nothing to me
Gut bucket, that's what you are
The reason why they lower the bar
Gut bucket is all you can be
A worthless pile of misery
Gut bucket, all of your life
Why not end it with my knife?
Gut bucket, what's the use?
You'd look better in a hangman's noose
Gut bucket, a sight for sore eyes
Destination: suicide
Gut bucket, a waste of sperm
You belong in the ground with the worms
Gut bucket, get out of my face
You're nothing but a fucking disgrace
Gut bucket, bottom of the shelf
Gut bucket, just kill yourself
Worthless, useless, no reason to live
Mild amusement is all that you give
But play time is over and soon you will learn
What I means to burn
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9. |
Up in the Bell Tower
03:13
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A foul stench
Within these walls
A foul heart
Poisoned and cold
The lights are shining brightly
To keep it at bay
It roams among the shadows
And slumbers by day
A foul thing
More beast than man
A foul secret
Too grim to understand
A foul beauty
Forever entombed
A foul future
The prophecy of doom
The lights are shining brightly
To keep it at bay
It roams among the shadows
And slumbers by day
Up in the bell tower
The creature with a bat's face
Up in the bell tower
Always hungry for your flesh
Up in the bell tower
Imprisoned for so many years
Up in the bell tower
The embodiment of your fears
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10. |
Gather by the Grave
03:52
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Darkness upon us
The hour comes
When all the spirits
Appear as one
The clouds have vanished
The moon is red
On this unholy night
We'll wake the dead
No sins to cleanse
No souls to save
Tonight we gather
By the grave
It's how we thank Him
For what he gave
Tonight we gather
By the grave
Gather by the grave
Gather by the grave
Gather by the grave
Gather by the grave
Raise the ceremonial knife
And spill the holy blood
We offer you this sacrifice
To raise flesh from mud
We're the chosen minions
Apostoles of the damned
Worshippers of Satan
In league with Him we stand
This world
Enslaved
We gather by the grave
This world
Enslaved
… by the grave
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