1. INTRO / THE CELL OF SICKNESS

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2. INSTINCT OF INHUMAN DEVOURMENT

Permanent feeling of primal hunger engulfs me into the slough of sick appetite
The smell of human body awakes my predatory instincts, no matter how it is dead or alive
Blind, disembodied environment denies me while I am consuming them by degrees
I am nervous clam, inhabiting the debris of diseased society.
My atrocious existence is a result of mental deformity and spirit misformation surrounding me
The feeling of primal hunger engulfs into the retarded depression and now there is no hope to dwell
And no one can dwell me
I am becoming stronger, and my hunger is endless and unappeasable
My execration is boundless and I devour sheaf of pungent human material
I am ready to devour all this defected generation.


3. PETRIFIED IN ANCIENTS MEGALITHS

Voices...I hear the voices...
Voices are in my brain
They are ancients, older than Earth
They are more ancient that Sun
Arrived from beyond of outer space
They appeal to me

Cataleptic forms of life
Petrified in Ancients Megaliths
They are waiting for awake
Their whisper hypnotize me
Visions of deep space erase the
Valley of the life and death

My blood flows on the stones
The veins are disclosed
The gates are opened
We becomes the part of one whole
The cold of thousand years penetrates into my body
My brain files with darkness. My mind becomes clear.
Cromlech begin to hinge
My own becomes a stone


4. HIDING UNDER DISFIGURED SURFACE

Vital harmony and intellectual basics where destroyed and lost in the chaos of centuries.
Infinite greed of power and enrichment obscured human mind
Long wars ended with the shattering nuclear holocaust,
Which erased all the signs of life from the surface of the Earth
Black ruins, mountains of wreckage and ashes are the heroic heritage of infinite human stupidity
Only a group of ugly mutated people survived deep underground, in the mines and caves
They have forgotten what is oxygen and sunlight, lost the ability to think, wild and bloodthirsty;
After many years of wandering in dungeons they have lost all the signs of humanity
Under the influence of virulent radiation, they used to interbreed with animals and turned into ugly mutants
Now they continue their disgusting existence and survival, devouring and furiously killing each other
They hide under the disfigured surface of the planet
No one will ever know, how long will it fight for existence last
Henceforward there is no human population anymore


5. WHEN EARTH WILL BE TIRED OF US

Endless process of economical autophagy
Pretended progress and utopian route of human bins
Sick activity against common sense
Step by step our planet becomes empty debris
Defected ambitious mutants are sure that recourses of our planet are endless
Precautions of scientists are empty against fucking technical progress
Countdown begins... and demolition machines function exact and debugged
When existence will become impossible all the words of improvements will be useless
Mass hysteria will begin, and human bins will begin to kill each other.
All will be useless
Humanity can't change it own destiny, pathological overpopulation
You have opportunity to dream of happy end, but it is necessity
When earth will be tired of us, we will be thrown like peace of garbage into abyss


6. THE WAY TO INTERMINABLE HORROR

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7. REJOICE IN MORIBUND

Unholy delirium, hallucinations controlling.
Dismal shades of reality fade away.
Twisted obsessions of bizarre inhumanities, involuntarily torturing.
Watch in fascination, agony feeding the insanity.
Sadistic, macabre lust, pleasure and misery now become one...
Shackled bodies cauterized, departing from existence.
Quivering, suffering oh so slowly.
Deranged acts of cruelty, celebration of disembowelment.
Witnessing these blank expressions as they wonder hopelessly. Eulogies of heinous laughter as I revel in sacrificial corpulence.
Rejoice in mortal blood, rejoice in moribund.
I feel no emotions as you slowly pass away.
Dying lives now perish, I writhe in ecstasy.


8. PARASITIC VIVISECTION

Evil imbecile-parasite invaders rape our grey routine
Anticipating the purposeful vivisection of clones on the planet of rascals.
Perverted form of influence leads to the creation of destroying mass,
Burdened by the extensive stupidity, decadence and total degradation of society.
The deeds of rotten cocksuckers bring us back to the encephalic experiment of the year 1917,
Justifying and extolling their nasty achievements in scientific and philosophical works on the socio-political being of individuals
Caustic clots of inhumanity and defectiveness hypnotize the exhausted intellectual masses,
Purposefully converting their activity into interminable psychological enslavement
We are born again in the dungeon cradle arousing the seats and sources of mass madness
Wait for the moment, when vivisectionist starts his noble mission! Nasty parasites!
Our rage fucks you in your coffins!


9. OUTRO / THE SOURCES OF FURIOUS MASS MADNESS

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