1. RISEN TO BLUDGEON

Rites of invocation.
Not knowing the horrors that lurk from beyond.
Innocent child's play.
Premature funeral awaiting you all.

Shack of the mangled.
Portal of the unspeakable.
Fruit cellar burial.
Unholy and rotten.


2. SAVAGE BUTCHERY

Shackled down,
Severing limbs from
Their blood-splattered torsos.
Chained to the floor,
Praise the saw through savage butchery.

Blunt object mutilation.
Smashing their heads like fucking grapes.
Still they come crawling.
No one will live, none shall survive.


3. THE EVIL DEAD

Wretched souls of disease and violence.
Deformed beings invading human flesh.
Splattered forms of the ancient.
Barbaric motives, malignant intentions.

Tombs of the defiled,
Gateways of bones and rancid flesh.
A walking disease of rabid death.
Possession of body, mind and soul.

Spawned to erase mankind.
Vortex of teeth. Vomit and acid.
Devour all in their path.
Wipe out and cleanse, crush and obliterate.


4. CURSE OF DUNWICH

No faith in God, curse of the deranged priest.
Graveyard hanging, opens the gates of Hell.
Dangle from the trees as the dead walk the earth.
Visions of madness through spiritual séance
Tombs reveal, awakening terror.
Caskets abandoned, to resurface once more.


5. DEADSTARE

No rest for the damned, forced to walk the earth.
Once a man of God, now a slave in Hell.
Leading the sheep to the slaughter.
To pray or prey on life?

His bleak piercing eyes.
Hypnotic presence, halo of flies.
Oozing eyes-sockets, coughing up guts.

Suicide ritual, Insane and deceased.
Slobbering on human ribs, nibbling on spleens.
The noose is his crucifix, unholy martyr.
Heads torn off, suck on their spine.


6. CANNIBAL FRENZY

Race against time, the gates must be found.
Sealed up and closed, return to the ground.
Cannibal frenzy, the un-dead devour.
All that is living, erased by the hour.
Gates of Hell - Unleashing the putrid jaws of death.
Gates of Hell - The last thing you'll smell is the stench of their breath.


7. TUSKS OF GORE

Don't look now, the shadows are moving closer.
Filthy stench, breathing down your neck.
No way to run, no use to hide or flea.
Prowling and stalking, terror in the night.

Counting the minutes, paranoia is setting in.
Gnawing teeth, distant belches can be heard.

Blunt machetes, sparkling in the light of the moon.
Squealing and grunting as they close in upon you.
Blood-dripping black teeth grinning with glee.
Disciples of hog, armies of boar-men.