1. WHEN THE DEAD OBLITERATE THE LIVING

When the Dead Obliterate the Living
Awakened dead soul returning them to the earth...To the Earth
They lust for flesh and bone...

Awake to escape the dark, they are lurking to feast your human remains, they want to Kill you and eat your brains...
And disembowel you before your God...
They are infected and possessed with death for they crave to hate
your living flesh.
They come alive under the blood of the moon, scavenging creatures.
They are hunting for blood and want to mutilate every last one of you.
Thus beginning their holocaust to make the human species become undead...
When the sun sets their thirst for flesh awakens.
Completely obliterating a living existence.
City's filled with flowing blood in the grave's of sin.
Cannot control this hunger, when the dead obliterate the Living...

Awake to escape the dark, they are lurking to feast your human remains, they want to Kill you and eat your brains...
And disembowel you before your God...
They are infected and possessed with death for they crave to hate
your human flesh...
They come alive under the blood of the moon, scavenging creatures.
They are hunting for blood they want to mutilate every last one of you...
Obliterating children of captive fear dead to this world.
City of rotting skulls in the grave.


2. BAPHOMET MADE WITH BLOODY PARTS

Devil... God... Are the same within darkness, raping god...
Constructing art from limbs of serial killers.
A masterpiece of necromantic creativity...
To form a zombie with inherited traits of murder and cannibalism, a devil... God...
Collecting specimen of disgrace and atrocity, vile and unforgiving...
My art has a vision, canvas of demented morality...
Searching grave's and everywhere for the pieces of my creation, collecting parts for assembly to my man made sickness.
Mass murder is my plan for I must feed my undead human.
It must consume the prayers and faith of those it hunts, and return a unholiness to the world in which it exist...
My creation begins to open it's eyes, and searches for the enemies,
the awakening putrid form forever to rot from the core, a being of
merciless arrangement as I create my Baphomet...
Returning souls to their God.
Performing at my command, it begins to stalk like the devil and God...
Can a creature of death ever be blessed by God...
Constructing art from limbs of serial killers.
A masterpiece of necromantic creativity, to form a zombie with inherited traits of murder and cannibalism...
As I release my servant into the night, it has a appetite for blood and suffering.
It does the deeds of the devil...
Searching grave's and everywhere for pieces of my creation, collecting parts for assembly for my man made sickness,
mass murder is my plan for I must feed my undead human,
it must consume the prayers and faith of those it hunts, and return
unholiness to the world in which it exist.
Preying on humans as it stalks the night, so relentless is my specimen from the body parts.
A macabre deliverance, now walks the earth...
Feasting on the chunks of meat forever to lust for life not to exist. Visions of the devil, telling to kill God...


3. DESECRATE MY REMAINS

Desecrate my remains, they live in shallow graves, spineless creatures...
Ravage threw your skin...
Desecrate my Remains, suffering soul Unholy Rituals, decaying existence...
Spineless creatures ravage threw your skin, causing infamy from the depths of depravity an inflammation of my mortality, loss of faith deteriorates my will to continue living...
Desecrate my remains, I'm still waiting desecration of the living and disease ravages me...
Awaken from my slumber is this the hell I conjure...
Praying for the end of creation, I embrace this darkness...
Mortal rites performed on the bodies, and desecrated as I remove their heads, I ejaculate on the grave's of the dead...
Morbid reality of my body compelled to rot among the insects, delivered to the grave my remains of human atrocity.
Desecrate my remains, they lie in shallow grave's, from the earth. Spineless creatures ravage threw your tomb...
Desecrate my remains, I hate their souls, unholy ritual, from my light...
Unholy rituals...
The emptiness surrounds me, my essence is vile and blasphemous, my remains shall be defiled, never to rest in this kingdom, forever to be mangled in purgatory.
Darkened rituals feast the night...
For the mercy of the gods they pray...
My carcass eaten by maggots, to the earth I return...
To exist within the blindness and in winds of torment, we are born unto man...
Desecrate my remains for I have chosen to be killed...
My carcass eaten by maggots, to the earth I return...
Morbid reality of my body compelled to rot among the insects, delivered to the grave my remains of human atrocity...


4. APOCALYPSE BEGUN

In a world controlled by tyrants, the end is always in sight.
Destined to ruin all that is great and send humanity to the depths of confusion.
The fear of Apocalypse is before us, a hollow eruption in time for the cleansing of impurity.
Watching our leaders burn our flesh away.
They are not afraid to end all, to gain their dreams of corruption.
We all lie dead in endless fear of the Ancient Reich.
Pray to your God, he is dead...
The Apocalypse has begun...
The Apocalypse has taken our souls, the war machine has grown stronger, children suffer at the hand of greed.
Terror of napalm raining down from the heavens, existence melted from history.
In a race for wealth they devour, in a race for power they are destroyed.
Nothing will be left but a scorn earth.
Nothing left for our world but death.
The dark clouds surround us, they rip out your fucking heart, bound in torture...
As they invade and spare no one, beheadings of those who oppose. The rivers now flow blood, infected oceans over flow with the sin of creation...
The chains of God now forgotten.
Bodies decompose from radiation.
Mutated form of a blasphemy, beating purity to end creation...
In a world controlled by tyrants the end is always in sight.
Destined to ruin all that is great, they fear the apocalypse, and send humanity to the depths of creation...
Their dead creation...
The age of mockery, a way to devour flesh was inspired long ago, and now here them pray.
Their condemned to life of faith.
Nothing to procreate, hear their screams, I prepare to butcher them all...
Desire in rage, opens a passage in time population's die in my wake...

Angels fallen to die in vein...
Annihilate the viruses...
And pray for the destruction of the world..
The apocalypse has begun...
Terror of napalm raining from the heavens, existence melted from history in a race for wealth they devour, in a race for power they are destroyed.
Nothing will be left but a scorn earth...
Nothing left for our world but death...
Creation is killed in such sin...
As they invade and spare no one.
Beheadings of those who oppose.
The rivers now flow blood, infected oceans overflow with the sins of creation...
Devouring uncreation...
Uncompromisable banishment is what we become, when power and evil collide. conquering of our enemies, into the abyss, they will perish in ruin...


5. INDULGING IN THE NOCTURNAL FEAST

Killing your soul, creator of will, the apocalypse.
Indulging in the Nocturnal Feast.
Awakening to hatred...
Ripping, slaying, fucking humans everywhere...
Hunger growing in side my veins, time to unleash this morbid desire. On the unsuspecting living world.
I behead their mortality, and feast on their innards, dissecting their anatomy.
Cutting apart the flesh and draining it of life.
Saving the fresh meat for consumption, drinking the everlasting blood flow from the torn neck.
Raping the innards as if it were my soul mate.
Devouring flesh as I feast, indulging in the nocturnal feast.
The fragile body falls apart, blood constantly flowing from my prey, as I await the apocalypse...
Anointed by desecration.
By my hands eternity dies...
I devour their Gods, feasting on what I kill...
Stripping tissue from the bones, nothing can kill me...
And pale psychotic eyes, stare at me in the darkness.
Ripping, slaying, fucking humans everywhere, hungers growing inside my veins, time to unleash this morbid desire, on the unsuspecting human world...
Nothing is safe from my hunger, as I dig my fingers threw the open cavities of my victim, bones crushed and shards pierce my soul.
My mind is craving for the taste of flesh, and at all cost I will dine, on the cadavers of the unsuspecting.
Indulging in the nocturnal feast...


6. DEMONSTRATE SUPREMACY

In a world of ignorant fucks, I begin to stab them with my knife, my patience has depleted, slowly murdering...
My personal space will not be invaded, I despise the disgrace of humanity, slowly slicing apart your flesh from your bone...
From your bones...
Declaring war on the ignorance that surrounds me, no tolerance for he scum that exist, my only option is to Demonstrate Supremacy, for the leeches are here and living, draining the life from the innocent and leaving them to ruin.
Obliterate in my supremacy, I cut apart the weak, like wolves among sheep gathering in the slaughter.
Once they are captured, Demonstrate Supremacy, torture and despair will be applied, praying for your life, begging to breath your life slips away in my supremacy.
Declaring war on the ignorance that surrounds me, no tolerance for the scum that exist, my only option is to end this turmoil...
Like wolves among sheep gathering in the slaughter, oppressed by the lords of hatred slowly, suffocating rotting in their tomb...
Infected by greed praying for your life, struggling to breath, your life slips away...
Slips away...


7. KILL YOURSELF

Emptiness compels you, like your God has failed you, and all the angels have died, the darkness compels you to die...
And kill yourself...
When the world has forgotten the purpose to exist, what was created has now reached a depressed state of being, and all is left lurking in the shadows, I kill myself for the dead offerings, in a filth of deliverance, I die...
To be gone and forgotten...
Pushing in the knife to my spine listening to fractured bone.
Breaking as I stab deeper into my carcass, for my will to has ceased to continue.
The zombies are at my door, I'd rather die than be eaten alive...

Emptiness compels you, like your God has failed you, and all the angels have died, the darkness compels you to die, and kill yourself.
Failure to commit suicide, would be a tragedy, for the flesh eaters are near and smell my stench.
Lurking in the shadows, a dead offering, as I scrum to the unholiness.
Death.
Pushing in the knife to my spine listening to fractured bone, breaking as I stab deeper into my carcass, for my will has ceased to continue.
The zombies are at my door, I'd rather die than be eaten alive.
Kill...
Kill...
Kill...
Kill yourself...