1. SOULSELLER

All in fair warned
Bodies on display, empty shells of flesh
Dismembered to exhale smoking ice and keeping fresh

Fuck, i sold my soul to the death

Better left undead, screams call out to get attention
Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination

Born again, i detest my last remains

Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process
Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess
Better left undead, feast on death to get attention
Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination

Fuck i sold my soul to the Devil !

Breathe slowly and demolish your mind
Death builds slowly and consumes your time
Hatred re-arranged and reset for more
Annihilations of the quest you once hesitated killing for
As all is self-manipulation and lust for gore
Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process
Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess
Bets are on the m an in black
Replace he ad on severed neck
I am a dollar. 99, a fucking bargain

Bleed for determination, the will to rise to win at all cost
Re-possess my soul the Devil's eyes are left alone
Leave the rest to rot, bodies lack of self-control
Pray to God, pray for nothing
Nothing's all for everyone but me

Fuck, i sold my soul to the Devil !


2. IN HELL I ROAM

Flesh ripped from my bones
Survival of the weakest force
Bullets form the tongue of damnation
Brainwashed minds cut out the eyes
Of reason in a desperate stare
Hatred comes from nothing more
Where's your God now ?
Mercy does not exist
God's children slaying their brothers
Signing his name on their grave
No stones are left unturned

Bodies cover the floor
Grass turns red as the blood descends
God is not here anymore
Reflection in the knife as your life ends
Mercy does not exist
God's children slaying their brothers
Signing his name on their grave
No stones are left unturned

This is hell this is my home, my home is hell
In this fucking hell i roam

Need repent, decapitation forced on life
Feed torment, mother's raped with rusty knife
Hills of bodies, black smoke rises
Burning limbs and stench of death
Evil machine stands tall holding ground
Pure and clean
Lies dead and hellbound

This is hell this is home
Home is hell in this hell i roam
Flesh ripped from your bones
Where's your God now ?


3. HYMN OF THE ASYLUM

Execration's all i know
Staring at the blackend hole
Locked in this demonic force
Everyday i detest them more

Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should someone decide
Who gets to stay alive?

Screaming of hate to lure my enemies in
I want to see the bleeding begin
Solitary trapped inside
Forced insane with illusions of truth

Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should someone say who stays alive?

No sledge no bones can get through to them
You go insane as i rip out your hair
Schizophrenic doors are opened
Uncovers only walls of despair

Why is it wrong to be a serial killer?
Why should anyone ever stay alive?
Solitude they scream for mercy
Burning Gods warm the hollow mind
Screaming of hate to lure my enemies in
Let my bloody future begin


4. PRIMITIVE KILLING MACHINE

I have the mind of an animal
Hunger makes me plan my next kill
Lack of empathy destroys my path
I have a craving, i have my free will
No consequence of eating meat from the weak
No sense of guilt inviting flies for meat feast
My teeth are sinking into fresh opened wound
No interrogation follows my nature

Primitive killing machine

Living for the slay
Force-fed the apocalypse
I speak for no one now
I am the one to speak my mind

And lies i will decline

I am the primitive killing machine
Have it all demand no less
Settle for total domain
Leave only emptiness
I spit on the remains or death

I am the primitive killing machine

Empathy destroys my path
Ignoring humane remains
I have the mind of an animal
Hunger makes me plan my next kill
Buried alive in a death-cult sewage
There's a sickening stench that make you empty your bowels
Fascination builds the lust, my bloodlust, my need to kill
Beyond temptation the beast within rises
Self-cannibalization detached from emotion
Primal instinct wakes to eternal sleep
Your own intestines are caught in your teeth

Primitive killing machine


5. DEATHOLATION

Devastating greed, calling to the masses
Falling on your knees, inviting the deatholation
The rest of reason set aside
Hands are tide with rusted wire
Gasping sounds thickens the air
Acid melts your eyes

Blinded by the lights
As the flesh bleeds death by the hour

Smells of rotten meat, makes your veins cold
Pain exceeds the toleration point
Swallow pills to dwell all suffering

Blinded by the lights
Flesh bleeds by the hours
Mushroom detoxing your brain
Dead and devoured

Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Makes the unborn feel like it is good to be alive
Create an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God
Another priest will fall be killed or step aside

Be sure the deathchair is comfortable
She pays to see what's under your skin
Pleasure of the flesh gives a burning sensation
Devil lays his hand on your face and exhales

Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Makes the unborn feel like it is good to be alive
Create an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God
Another priest will fall be killed or step aside

Reason depraved, hands are tied with rusted wire
Gasping sounds thickens the air, acid melts the eyes

Blinded by the lights, flesh bleeds by the hour
Atomic eruption detoxing your brain

Smell of rotten meat, makes your veins cold
Pain exceeds the toleration point
Swallow pills to dwell all suffering
Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Make an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God


6. TORTUREWHORE

Devastating greed, calling to the masses
Falling on your knees, inviting the deatholation
The rest of reason set aside
Hands are tide with rusted wire
Gasping sounds thickens the air
Acid melts your eyes

Blinded by the lights
As the flesh bleeds death by the hour

Smells of rotten meat, makes your veins cold
Pain exceeds the toleration point
Swallow pills to dwell all suffering

Blinded by the lights
Flesh bleeds by the hours
Mushroom detoxing your brain
Dead and devoured

Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Makes the unborn feel like it is good to be alive
Create an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God
Another priest will fall be killed or step aside

Be sure the deathchair is comfortable
She pays to see what's under your skin
Pleasure of the flesh gives a burning sensation
Devil lays his hand on your face and exhales

Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Makes the unborn feel like it is good to be alive
Create an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God
Another priest will fall be killed or step aside

Reason depraved, hands are tied with rusted wire
Gasping sounds thickens the air, acid melts the eyes

Blinded by the lights, flesh bleeds by the hour
Atomic eruption detoxing your brain

Smell of rotten meat, makes your veins cold
Pain exceeds the toleration point
Swallow pills to dwell all suffering
Deatholation calms the air
Extermination of silence
Make an army of the damaged
Call upon the sheep of God


7. EXONERATION MANIFESTO

I stand absorbing the pleading of life in front of me
As darkness rises my body fulfills
My natural needs my purest of deeds
Carving my way through her face
My beautiful victim, drained of emotion
Come to receive, dead eyes staring at me
Empirical destiny-again i succeed

Exoneration manifesto

I access her guts cover my self in blood
The sound of the knife, piercing flesh, piercing skin
Bow to receive lit the killing begin
Call, from the grave forever in damnation
Last victim's blood drips from the blade

Exoneration manifesto

The smell, the sight, the calmness of the kill
It drips from my chin, my creation makes you ill
Tears of agony, taste so good to me
The reaper i was called, finding ways to bury all
Manifesto written in blood, carved in eternity

Screaming for mercy
It all comes down to selfdestruction
Forever in damnation, calling from the grave

Exoneration manifesto


8. DØDENS MAKT

Det finnes ingen ende
Håpet renner fra ditt åpne sår
Kristendommens verger
Ingen konsekvenser får
Forstyrrende tanker vekker ingen spørsmål
Illusjonen av en redningsmann
Dreper sannhet, fordømmer ignorante
Svekkelsen av folket, ingen dom følger nå

Hatet makter alt som kommer
Godhet er en illusjon
Den som driver andres tanker
Skaper frykt i evig søvn

Mørket stiger era underjordiske kanaler
Lyser falskt og bringer fordømmelse
Med bukket mot lyset
Blender fornuften til maktesløst ondskap

Vi som vet, vi vet det godt
Den døde kropp, den råtner bort

Steinen viser hva du kaltes
Steinen viser ikke mer
Jordens blomstring vokser kraftig
Kjøtt er gjødsel, sjelen forsvinner
Mørket er kommet, svart som natten
Tomrom forsvinner, til den finner fler
Lysten skal følges, lysten skal høres
Det indre instinkt, alt annet skai dø


9. MARCH OF THE UNDYING

Heavy lust stands tall
And angel's blood's raining down
Heaven's black, and hell is blurry
I see clearly through my victims eyes

Gore infested tortured mind
Howling froth will gasp on time
Sodomize and self-endure
Rape the future, smite the injured

Hollow mind and endless rage
Tolerate no cure to plague
Ridicule the last salvation
Cut away from flesh
Forcefed on the skin and bones
The dead are once more rising
Calling from the tomb
I sit on my blood red throne

Taste so fresh, i cannot deny
Forthcoming of declaration
Burning skulls, self victimize
Settlement of faithless lives
Follow me into the abyss
Crush all that comes
To close to the sacrament
Savage tribute stands dement
March of the undying
Splits the ground
Calling from the graves

The end has now begun
No hope for the victim as the kill is done
Wrath is descending as i force my self to come

The dead are rising
Bury me bury me please
I bow in mercy and cover her face with dirt
No insanity will ever explain the things i do
I just listen to the voices
And all the shit they tell me to

All the tears my offerings share
I use to breed my garden of despair
I plant the seed in dirt of the dead
And i cut the leafs from the rotting heads

Hollow mind and endless rage
Tolerate no cure to plague
Ridicule the last salvation
For the last interpretation
Cutting through the flesh
Forcefed on the skin of bones
The dead are once more rising
I sit on my blood red throne

Flesh so fresh, i deny,
Forthcoming of reckless lies
Skulls burn, victimize
March of the undead