1. UNDER A BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE

Hung, drawn, and bled on a sacrifice bed
Star charts, sanguine doctrine, the paths of the dead
Fools map the stars towards a brighter tomorrow
But where will they turn to when they've nothing to live for
I rise above and I challenge your ways
To perpetually mock you the rest of your days
I've chosen my own path, it's mapped out in scars
With no faith in your prophets, your tarot, your stars

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I tortured myself towards this insight catharsis
Self mutilations and driven to madness
A blood moon eclipse is the omen I wait for
Decimate the human race, make it like it was before
Hung, drawn, and bled, better off dead
No mourners at gravesides, no tears to be shed
I see the future in gashes and murder
Your last days upon this earth, i'll make sure they go no further
If you could see you the way that I see you
You'd vomit in anguish, you'd know why I hate you
You follow false signs to prepare for what's next
Yet your incompetance can never forsee your own death

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I never believed in it
You mock me with curses
Yet still it does shit
You lie to yourself
To exhault your importance
You're foolish and worthless
Your breath has been wasted
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2. PROCLIMATIONS OF RITUAL INFANTICIDE

I know that I'm not insane
But the voices they won't go away
I've murdered to ease the pain
But by nightfall they're back again
The ritual drives back the demons in my head
Their voices can't haunt me, not once they're dead
This dagger in my hand the key to the silence
Left not alone, tiny dead taint the ground

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Never- never to feel joy
Silence- i'll not be their toy
Killing- it's always the same
Tell me- have I gone insane
I think that you think that I am to blame
But you won't think at all once i've smashed in your face
Their skulls make the alter and you're the centerpiece
And like all of them, your breathing will cease

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3. TEMPLES OF PRAISE

To await the day when you're removed from your place
Is that your lot? Is that your reward?
My mind is clearer than it ever was before
For I reject that which can not be ignored
I await the day when you're showing your true place
You will beg and cry on the day that you die
No amount of tears can stop what must be done
Any amount of fear forces you to come undone

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Nothing has changed
Genocide spawns rebirth
In temples of praise
Only death is your escape
From age to age generations waste their breath
Only from within can you truly face your death
Like a machine that harvests over the land
Like a perfect being following a master plan
In lifes winter when your years are so called gold
Would you look back would you want to change your path
Bow down and receive your death
To await the day when you're removed from your place
Is that your lot? Is that your reward?
No amount of tears can stop what must be done
Any amount of fear forces you to come undone

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