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Arboreal Strangulation
02:49
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Treading a storming current
Drifting toward the enemy
Choking on murky water
Gasping for a breath
Eyes of the jungle fixed to you
Waiting for their catch
By bullet or by claw
You will be shred to death
Festering infection
A scent trail to follow
A taste for the piranhas
Slug wound to the neck
Bound at the ankles
Dragged from the river’s edge
Hoisted and strangled
Windpipe compressed
Whites of your eyes
Lungs no longer reaching
What remains to be devoured
Carrion for the flora
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Necrommando
02:45
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A war long forgotten
Undead campaign
Rise
Necrommando
Eradicate and consume
Necrommando
Forced to endure
Peppering flesh with lead
Seasoned to death’s perfection
Kill
Necrommando
Eradicate and consume
Necrommando
Forced to tread on
Operation ingest all life
Bolt straight through the head
Sadistic
Inhuman
Immortal rot
Tortured soul
Deathless
Undying
Butchering the enemy
Gnawed bones to the heap
Prisoners of war engulfed
A ripe and noxious feast
Insatiable need to feed
A lust to kill
Swamp logged executioner
A trooper of death
There is no place to hide
There is nowhere to run
Die!
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A Thin Veil
03:13
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An endless sea of corpses
A stench of foul decay
Thin veil of civilization
Dissipating with each body torched
Inherited war of attrition
Glutton for hell and bloodshed
No longer who they once were
Becoming a pig for the slaughter
A lesson in fear
Shattering the veil
With each new kill
One with the primal self
Mass
Grave
Vault
Contains the severed mask
Humanity’s nature enfolded
Behind the facade
We are the killer
We are the machine
We are what we distrust
And what we hate
A corpse of humanity
Infested by worms
The enemy decimated
A look of mortification
Staring back with a throat slit wide
Placing the head upon the altar
A sacrifice to violence
Perpetuate the compulsion
To end all life
A lesson in fear
Shattering the veil
With each new kill
One with the primal self
Mass
Grave
Vault
Contains the severed mask
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Bamboo Tomb
04:37
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Obsessed with torture
Writhing stabbing pain
Forcing them in a cage
To eat their own kind
This will become the only thing you know
You will not remember the life you once had
You must consume those who suffer with you
To soothe the cranking of your gut
Confined in darkness
Warm split laceration
Days of forced famine
Persecution for the crime
Begging for euthanasia
No hope for escape
No semblance of self
Beyond the flesh inherited
Jabbing with bayonets
Puncturing wounds
This is where you will die
In a bamboo tomb
Spreading the disease
Lying face down in feces
Dig under and crawl away
Toward the jungle line
Doesn’t matter much anymore
No one will come to save you
A rabid fire swelling
Napalm
Terror
Igniting flesh
Become death
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