1. HORDES OF FLIES

And it is the end
Pale skin to caress
Drained and left for dead
Nothing more to expect

Surreal existence am I dead
Or am I alive
In crimson fluid hell is what I found
Feel the larva crawling
Eating constant breeding
Beneath the skin born again
To be reborn is this life after death
Transformed man dethroned

Inner mobement the body unvail secrets
Life after this surreal existence
Birth/death/birth fed up with life as the eggs hatch
In rotten flesh I first meet life to live a second then
Die again already searching for another dead prey

Innate insects part of me
Parasite inside eating me
Host of flies born inside
Abscence of life I am the lord of flies

Surreal existence am I dead or am I alive
In crimson fluid hell is what I found
Feel the larva crawling eating constant breeding
Host of lfies beneath the skin reborn
Again

Reicarnated in hell
An army ready to conquer
Fed by the lord of flies
Hordes of flies


2. CONDAMNED TO DIE

Days are outnumbered a crumbling sky blackens the sun
Slow deformation decay from day one
With the first breath the final follows
With life death will follow

Born in blood and pain from our mother's womb
We crawl the way straight to the tomb from
The first day cursed you are doomed
Earth to ashes dissolved into dust
To live to die is life just a lie?

Born in a casket condemned at arrival
Safe only when you're dead

Rejected in vomit and pus from your
Mother's cunt in slime you crawl the path for
The time will come the time when everyone
Die suffer through the short but extracted atrocity
To live to die life was just a lie!

Condemned to die

Disease sickness mutilation
Destiny will come for us all
Murder suicide war
Awaiting death to claim my soul

When you die - you soul dissolve
Pathological examination will show
Disturbing images of the true life

Awaiting as life passes by
No chance to avoid this time
Hopelessness the end in sight
Finally death embraces life

Days are outnumbered a crumbling sky blackens the sun
Slow deformation decay from day one
The final question when life will be put to an end
By a fragile thread you're holding on
You will soon be gone

The final solution your options to choose is laid t your feet
Take control of your fate and make a mess of yourself
For the curious mass the pathological dissection will reveal
What life is all about what you already knew to die

Condemned to die