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New World Odor
01:41
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2. |
Seething is Believing
02:07
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Seething is Believing
The young woman is sleeping on the couch;
the poor girl sleeps because I drugged her;
so as to have my way with her flesh
for that is how I am . . .
for that is who I am . . .
I caress her small breasts and pinch her nipples;
I slaver upon her tits-
My hands glide along her flat torso-
and I remove her lower garments.
The smell from between her legs is unbelievable . . .
But I get past the onion-shit stench of her oily cleft-
for I’ve tasted the vagina of the dead-
and I finger her tight, nasty slit,
when something stings my finger . . .
Grandfather chimes the midnight hour
when from behind me I hear the cracking of glass;
and I turn and see tentacles and teeth pressed hard
to the glass sliding door- that is cracking!
Seething things of nightmare dread!
Too late! And I have no time to process what I had seen-
thin, writhing, black limbs emerging none too gentle
from the girl’s cunt . . .
The slut is dead on the couch;
that which was inside her, is out;
the odor of foul snatch and blood
will be the last smell I breathe-
the black things from without, are now in;
. . . pulling me apart . . .
. . . eating me . . .
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3. |
Nine Lives
03:12
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Nine Lives
I existed where Death is Life;
where the ghosts of children
were without fear-
where noise was the gentle, hollow
sound of wind;
Love knew nothing of Hate-
and violence had no place . . .
I existed where a cyclops was “god”
and the children weren’t ghosts-
until the Berzerker found me!
An enormous freak with a Mohawk of horns-
and at his side- the Baroness Slut!
They brought fear to this realm
as the demon roared above the wind-
Hate had found me and violence
was sure to follow . . .
Now in my ninth life,
I hide in a realm-
where the dead rot as they walk-
cannibalism is Love
and rape is procreation . . .
I went to pleasure a young woman with my tongue;
I found a severed penis in her vagina.
The shriveled green meat was ripe with maggots-
I watched in horror as the girl pulled it out
and ate it . . . !
This is my ninth and final life-
So you see, immortality does have an end.
As Death’s hound- the Berzerker-
twists my head off-
his dancing slut is the last thing I see
and I am done . . .
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4. |
Love, The Insane
02:28
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Love, the Insane
My dearest Cunt,
There are no colours;
the walls here are soft-
all eyes are sewn shut.
No blood flows to create warm flesh.
Our fluids are pus.
I was caught fondling the woman
who has six teats like a dog.
She told me my hands were clammy,
so I chewed one of her breasts off!
Now she hates me
more than I hate her.
Now I am being punished.
The room I’m in is a box-
and it is too cold
and always dark.
Things crawl on me and in me
and some let me eat them
For all eternity, the Vampire screams that blood is delectable.
I chew my arm and disagree- the dull metallic fluid burns my throat . . .
Read this and know that I know:
Nothing is as it seems.
I’ve been deceived.
I can be locked away and forgotten,
but I will always remember,
and I will always hurt.
Love,
the Insane
ps- After they let me out of the box,
I began chewing on the others-
and now it seems I’ve bloodied them all-
including the staff.
My throat is really burning-
I’ll see you soon, slut
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Something Rotten
This Way Comes
I
Father sat me down one Night
and told me all of life’s a lie.
Mother left us long ago-
in Morphine’s dream she died a whore.
And soon we’d both be sick-
Then the air began to hum:
something rotten this way comes
II
Black jackals ooze up from the ground;
I see red pigs mating in garbage
while maggot-lemmings crawl out.
Insect pariah crawls on its teeth-
and fat rats with black, blistered flesh
lie beneath the old wings of a gargoyle hulk
which makes this vision quite unique . . .
III
The digital retards see the darkness too late
as black limbs catch the children at a playground-
cutting and eating the waifs as they play.
And the witch sisters next door to us-
the inside-out boys are with them too-
we all begin to chant and hum-
something rotten this way comes
IIII
And we know that this is but a part of a cycle-
a rotten thing of Essen-Sheoul
is changing the landscape-
Small nude femmes with bulging eyes
follow behind the rock-layered beast-
planting the seeds for an orchard-
an orchard of many Corpse Trees . . .
We all begin to chant and hum-
something rotten this way comes
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6. |
Queen of the Insane
02:46
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Queen of the Insane
She was made of dried cum and weed;
while in the womb, her mother did speed.
She was born into money-
he addict mother would pay
midgets to bathe the infant in piss and honey.
Her mother also paid young virgins
for pints of their menstrual blood-
which her mother then used as lotion-
the reek was insane!
Years went by and the girl grew up.
When her mother dies, the girl became Queen-
she had torn open her mothers womb
and shit in it-
then sewed it back up before the corpse was entombed.
The rapist who stole her virginity
stopped in mid-rape;
glassy-eyed, he took a knife and severed his genitals-
he ate his balls and choked on the wrinkled skin
as he bled to death.
After finding a midget and a dog,
she them fight and eat each other to death.
She summoned a Witch
and the Witch made her cum-
and the hag told the young Queen,
that the nectar of her womb
was a poison unto man-
that whosoever she fucks
would run blind into madness everlasting-
the young Queen smiled . . .
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Love Found in a Charred Lot
When the dark, slay-ride,
took her far away-
sanity left him hollow-
reality made him insane . . .
Desolate things in shadow,
played havoc with his eyes;
and in the wind he heard her voice-
which were only echoes in his mind . . .
Come back to me
he called to the Night sky-
and he only heard his voice echo,
but swore he saw things moving in the black outside . . .
Come back to me
he called to the Night sky-
and she finally did-
slowly fading in from the darkness-
an aberration of who she had been;
for he knew nothing of the plague
that turned the living into things . . .
When the dark slay-ride,
took her far away-
sanity left him wanting
reality to let him hold her . . .
No matter what is what-
there is light in the dark heart of Love;
and with her lips and teeth,
she drank of his neck.
No matter what is what-
there is light in the dark heart of Love;
and she chewed away his lower lip-
as he died he held her in his arms
to be with her . . .
Just to be with her . . .
Just to be with you . . .
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8. |
Goreplay
02:10
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9. |
Intestinal Foreplay
01:46
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Intestinal Foreplay
Cold eyes . . . stare at me through veils of lace.
So cold . . . this corpse I love is so cold.
I embrace . . . intestines spilling from her.
A dark abyss . . . I rub her gore across my eyes.
I can see . . . the pain, the pleasure-
and all that is left is the stygian caress of eternal lust.
Her cunt . . . is so dry;
my tongue is so moist;
Alas, I return her to her tomb
until I return to make love
to my withered, worm-eaten lady . . .
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10. |
BoneHammer
03:22
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BoneHammer (Manual Introduction)
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11. |
The Gulp Scream Effect
04:21
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The Gulp Scream Effect
And so he creeps in through an open window or an open door.
He moves in shadow to the bedroom where he knows a female sleeps.
And so he creeps in and takes out his “thing”-
he leans over the girl and puts the tip in one of her nostrils-
he strokes himself and when he’s hard-
he pisses into the girls nose . . .
Sometimes he leaves after pissing
and listens from outside to the gagging and retching;
sometimes he masturbates and cums into the nose . . .
There was a time that he fucked up-
by fucking a girls nose to shreds and fucked out her brain . . .
But it was last night that he crept through a window;
and stood above a sleeping woman in bed.
He placed the head of his “thing” into the womans nostril-
but too late did he realize that she wasn’t real!
Snap went the trap- beheading his “thing”-
silent was his scream as he fled out the window-
leaving a trail of blood behind . . .
The Kill Group of Women that set the trap
couldn’t find the head of the Gulpers “thing”.
For how could they know it sprouted spider-like legs
and crawled fast away . . .
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Bloodfire and Fecal Dreams
A demon girl sitting in a swing;
she is licking an ice cream cone.
The more she licks, the more I see
she’s licking cum off a cat skull
wet with Bloodfire . . .
I wake from a Fecal Dream tied to a wall of flesh;
I smell of piss and I’m hard.
Crawling toward my groin
is a girl of nightmare beauty,
but below her waist- her body is a cunt!
My tongue is swollen, I can’t scream!
She mounts me and I’m sucked inside-
where there’s only Bloodfire and Fecal Dreams . . .
I wake from a Fecal Dream and I’m hard;
I smell of piss and tied to a wall of flesh.
A polyp slut wearing a black mask
is shoving a dead child up her twat-
and it is wet with Boodfire . . .
I’m awake now, living my Fecal Dream;
wrapped in a wall of flesh that smells of fish.
The demon girl is crawling on me;
she smiles and chews my tongue
while we fuck-
But she’s not there
because I’m in here-
inside the Daemoness cunt-
where there’s only Bloodfire and Fecal Dreams . . .
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13. |
Pitchfork
03:11
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Pitchfork
I hang useless; crucified with barbed wire-
to watch over a sea of dead green.
I dream of another life that I swear was mine-
until the witch-tards made me this way . . .
I tear myself off of this cross
and I will go to those witch-tards . . .
My reflection stares back at me
through muddy water;
it sees yellow, rheumy eyes
and I push them, pull them,
pluck them out of my skull . . .
I can’t stand what I am
what I was made-
I see all things
even though the crows ate my plucked eyes;
So I go to those that made me this way-
and they are surprised to see me-
standing there- holding a pitchfork!
I stab them, slice them, cut them.
fuck them, peel them, eat them . . .
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14. |
Vomitus Argumentum
03:42
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Vomitus Argumentum
When the full Moon finds her flesh she turns dark and manic;
the astral light makes her cold- now her beast will come.
I licked and sucked the blood from her lower lips-
we fucked and fought ‘til her beast did come-
And it cursed and spewed endless hate to my face!
I sew my mouth shut to keep the taste of blood on my tongue.
For no reason other than madness,
the beast rants on and on while eating its tail.
I tie a sack about my head to keep from seeing the hideous idiocy
which howls at a dead thing in garbage . . .
Should I always hide in her box?
Just to placate random insanity . . . ?
I remove the sack and stretch wide my mouth-
tearing stitches-
the blood of her womb is on my breath.
She bristles coarse hair and screams
as lice and mites and things of plague
infest her box . . .
I chew off her lips and into her mouth
I eat the teeth from her gums-
I vomit gristle shards of bone down her throat-
When the full Moon finds her flesh,
it will be torn and chewed;
the astral light makes the blood black
and with no mouth, there’s only silence-
so I stroke her hair . . .
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Feral Viscera Phoenix, Arizona
PhilH is the former guitarist/songwriter for Nuclear Death. Along side Feral Viscera, is theband Whorror. These two bands make up The Nuclear Death Cult. Visit the website wnevilminds.wixsite.com/nucleardeathcult
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