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Putrid Death
05:09
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The ashes are my desire
To feel the stench
Of the putrid death
What I long to feel again
Corpse vapors
They flood my nostrils
Giving me a satisfying feeling
That drowns my senses
Inert and smelly meat
Filled with worms and pus
I have it stored in buckets
For tonight's dinner
I feed my next victims
With the flesh of the dead
That another day they will serve as dessert
For my new guests
I need more meat
So I will go hunting
With my sharp weapons
To chop without stopping
Blood emanates with force
And my laughter grows
Madness takes over
All my being
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Dark Swamp
04:09
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Devious and dark trails
Make their way before you
Showing the road to doom
A dire fate filled with pain
Suffocating gases you breathe
Clouding your vision and consciousness
Disgorging your innards
As they drag you to death
The dark swamp is shown
Surrounded by dead bodies
Rotten animals everywhere
And the stagnant water boiling
Larvae move stealthily
To reach and infect your skin
Looking for the wounds
To get inside you
The power of the swamp is hostile
The smell faints you
Losing your sense
And disappearing
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Rotten Stench
04:16
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Broken tombstones and open coffins
Tombs desecrated by evil
With a shovel in one hand
Fill the grave to bury your rotten stench
The grass dies around you
The insects lie on your face
Cockroaches eat your meat
While the scavengers wait their turn
The scythe rips your soul
And your putrid body lies lifeless
As the passage of time corrupts it
Breaking down your interior into worms
Rotten stench
Raven's feathers fall
Rotten stench
A scent for my being
I'll open another grave
To delight me with that smell
That makes me feel death
So close to me
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Torture
05:16
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In the Middle Ages in a Dark Age
The huge castles housed
A terrible reality hides from others
With death as purpose
Rusty hooks filled with dried blood
Hanging on the stone walls
They wait their turn to string
The bodies of the condemned
Tortured for weeks
His forces have been depleted
The light in his eyes has disappeared
And the breath has gone out
Ropes and weights oppress them
They tighten their sore necks
As they breathe out their last breath
And dead are piled up in a corner
Crows rush to eat their eyes
And devour the rotting meat and the entrails
Protruding from the abdomens
Viciously slashed
The executioner boasts
Of his cruel exploits
Raising his ax
With solemnity
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Putrid Death Barcelona, Spain
Putrid Death is a project that was conceived during confinement. It is a tribute to all the death and doom metal of the 90's with a theme about death and pain.
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