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God's Favorite Fuck Pig
03:00
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Immaculate conception filled with holy spirits. Whores for the Lord. The divine fetishist stripped bare and prostrated, legs spread wide. Primal lust, communion of holy flesh. Sweating and disheveled, squealing in ecstasy, cunt grinding on the cross, unhinged and lecherous. Grunting upon command, eating shit to please Him, held down and bred with pride, tag teamed and spit roasted. The divine fetishist, legs spread wide, primal lust, stripped bare and prostrated. Whored out like God's favorite fuck pig. Lusting for angelic cock.
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Grim Decline
02:18
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Stiffened colossus, rusted in place. Look how bankrupt. Look how grim. Forever haunted from within. No use in screaming; you won't escape. The sleep of reason creates monsters. No one has seen us break composure. Look how solemn. Look how weak. You've got no bite left, not even teeth.
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Glory
02:33
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Flesh ripped from bone, mortal screams, tears to salt the meat. Fetch more nails for this cross; can't have the body sliding off. Blood splashes across smiling mouths, lips licked in victory. A mangled trophy up on display, disfigured, broken, put in its place. Bones broken and splintered, a body crushed beneath the weight of arrogance.
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Gringos on Pikes
03:47
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Mutilation - patchwork of skins and eyeless faces stitched together in hand-crafted care. Tapestries of triumph and pain, all unique prizes yet all the same. They're all alike: gnats in the eyes, just bloody stumps, gringos on pikes. Clear them out. Make room for more. Don't forget to sharpen both ends. Mutilation - the rare art form of carving up your enemies. They're all alike: gnats in the eyes, just bloody stumps, gringos on pikes.
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Guillotine Blues
02:48
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A crown most vile, bejeweled in shit and thorns, pulled tight across the hustler's brow. Blood in the eyes - nourishment for the gnats. Dragged through the streets, the mob attacks. Your bloodline ends here and now. Your only worth comes in this moment. Your last breath: a whimper. Down comes the blade, the sound lost in a sea of cheers. Glasses raised in jubilation, cries of joy and celebration.
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Gulag Etiquette
03:45
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Mistrust and fear among brothers. All pressed beneath the same big boot. A nebulous incantation - imperial blood of cursed kingdoms. Spiritual resuscitation, inviting death into their lives. Respect and love between sisters replaced by pain, total defeat. A fabulous display of grief, heartbreaking loss beyond belief. Mistrust and fear among us all. Running like rats on a wheel. Our homes have crumbled. Our hope is gone. Our lives have ended or gone all wrong. A last ditch effort, a worthless prayer into the sky, lost in the air.
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Gethsemane
02:32
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Pray for ascension. Pray for death. Pray for destruction. Pray for fire. To spend eternity under the watchful eye of an almighty tyrant. Submit to paradise, raping autonomy, or burn forever in agony. Burn. Pray for ascension. Pray for death. Let it all burn.
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Greater Tribulations
02:07
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The end can't come soon enough for the children of the world's most renowned absentee father... lukewarm pussy... cocksucking cunt. Painting over this disgrace with empty promises. Trying to polish a piece of shit. The end can't come soon enough.
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Glass Cathedrals
04:45
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A frail existence fortified with lies. Choked out, used up, and cast aside. Bruised knees, hogtied, degraded, baptised in raw sewage. Glass cathedrals for all to see all that sin can truly be. Glass cathedrals where stones are cast until they've all shattered, at last, into a million tiny pieces. Apotheosis for submissive minds. The brain dead win once truth has died. Punished for lesser crimes. Will it be different next time? Glass cathedrals for all to see all that sin can truly be. Glass cathedrals where stones are cast until they've all shattered at last. The walls will crack. The roof will fall. The foundation turned to rubble, turned to dust once and for all. Glass cathedrals for all to see all that sin can truly be. Glass cathedrals where stones are cast until they've all shattered at last.
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