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The Fallen Sun

by Sludgehammer

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    1. Demons From The Woodwork
    2. Intestines Entwined
    3. The Black Abyss
    4. Ectogenesis
    5. Carrion Eater
    6. Consuming Afterbirth
    7. Carnivorous Forest
    8. Utopian
    9. Revolting
    10. Organ Harvester (Bonus)
    11. Casualties (Bonus)

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1.
Festering inside of us, in our DNA, there is a darkness, and it eats away. corrupting very few, easy to persuade. Still in paradise, we social segregate. Making the meek murder, must be malcontent. Creating social ladders, have left the rungs bent. Sickened by our wrong thoughts, till revenge. Beware of demons, from the wood work. Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst. No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite. They are the demons from the woodwork. Capable demons, inside a meat bag, Look like everyone, To close in on their prey. we created them, through torture everyday. They amplified it, by their years of pain. Life becomes a nightmare, bringing hell one day. There's no targets, kill whoever's in their way. No one believes them, till they bring death. Beware of demons, from the wood work. Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst. No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite. They are the demons from the woodwork. Their concerning thoughts tossed to denial. Fire rains down in sulphuric ash, Burning sights in preemptive attack, acidic acrid air floats by, melting lungs Those who breathe in die Punishment for all those who've sinned, against meek people, left rotted, Reanimation of our acts, concentrated to one attack. Fire rains in sulphuric ash, burning sight when they start their attack, Acidic acrid air floats by, melting lungs, Those who breathe in die. Punishment for all those who've sinned, against meek people, are left rotted, Reanimation of our own acts, concentrated to one attack, Beware of demons from the woodwork.
2.
We are buried by a falling sky, raining down the fire that will bring on our demise. Mortal weapons, to kill those who will not believe in lies. A world splitting, to become to distinct opposite sides. One that’s made of… Social collapse, we then relapse, into our past, When spread thin, we’re hidden. Dark paths, now trekked, suspect grim death, Then drown like rats, own life with that fact. Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish. Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through, Genocide. Time to get up, wipe off the ash, bring forth your hate, Take your fucking world back. Walk through dead streets, lined with body heaps, the smell of death seeps, into your nasal cavity. Intestines entwined, in a mangled pig sty, There’s bodies stacked high, a mirror for your own fate. Living, sinning, killing meanings, broke down and seething. The devil is gleaming. Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish. Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through, Genocide. Peel back the flesh, as a testament, For their mortal sin, on our kindred, Stabbed in the back, so we then attack, We’re ignorant, if we don’t fight back. We are buried by a falling sky, raining down the fire that will bring on our demise. Mortal weapons, to kill those who will not believe in lies. A world splitting, to become to distinct opposite sides. One that’s made of… Social collapse, we then relapse, into our past, When spread thin, we’re hidden. Dark paths, now trekked, suspect grim death, Then drown like rats, own life with that fact. Here we shall see, the moment of truth. and life will flourish. Stacked against the odds, aspects will survive through, Genocide. all must die, let’s get high (high).
3.
The followers have pooled, empty and confused, with master's of abuse, creating fools. Propagating rules, blanketing the truth, of monsters and brutes, and the myths they choose. Controlling basic needs, one community, segregated from, true reality... True reality. Spawned swarms in a hive, crawled out from a mind. The sadistic howling grind, of worker's daily lives. Heads with human eyes, dead if not for lies, they bring them to life. To spread like a disease. Sewage septic rivers, toxic and putrid streams, these well defined borders, to blend and find a niche. There are these holy ones who, are refined and meek, or that is the shroud that, they'd have you believe. They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops. Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit. Numbers fall to disease, they blame it on blasphemy. They take it out on the sick, and then demand respect. They are in control of, our damning destiny. Breaking any faith means, their hold can be released. It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss, that consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul. The evil resides (resides) Like the black in eyes (in eyes) The pupils of hate leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake. They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops. Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit. They are computerized, their emotion’s are appeased. Their killing will subside with, their dominating hate. No need to dignify, their actions that cannot cease. No remorse and no pride, with no concept of their fate. It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss, that consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul. The evil resides (resides) Like the black in eyes (in eyes) The pupils of hate leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake. Caught inside their web, for malice and entrapment. Stand alone to bring their death, solace in excrement. Leading sinful lives, trekking through their decadence, standing in remembrance, to fuel the black abyss.
4.
Ectogenesis 04:34
Festering genetic mutation, evolution did not create it, Nor rapid cell division, or any combination, A consciousness is just imprisoned, incapable of learning lessons. Mammal instincts non existence, reactions with no decisions. It has rows of teeth, with all these jagged fucking razor peaks. Used for grinding human meat, ripping the tissue away. Chunks of bone expelled as waste, regurgitate in acid bile. Its only need is to hunt and feed, born as one to die alone. Hiding in the depths of shadows, listen and you’ll hear it follow, Trip and then you’ll be swallowed, eaten up, clothes and bones too. Hiding from ecto-mutants, feasting on non believers, Those with faith are protected, They’re the ones that are infected. It has rows of teeth, with all these jagged fucking razor peaks. Used for grinding human meat, ripping the tissue away. Chunks of bone expelled as waste, regurgitate in acid bile. Its only need is to hunt and feed, born as one to die alone, buried in a fucking hole, nothing but an empty shell. Life in shame to feed like this, born of hate, In such waste as Ectogenisis (x2)
5.
Lost among ruins, concealed inside, a new race emerges, carnivorous kind. They feast on fellow vermin, and rotting meat, Through shadows they’re searching for something to eat. Territorial, with furious talons to disembowel. For their survival, mind then degenerates to become like an animal. Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters, ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot. Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow. The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters. Terrorizing all, ripping them apart with razor claws. For our survival, mind then degrades to become like an animal. Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters, ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot. Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow. The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters. Our rotting city broken down structures and rubble for cover Hide from them hiding for their lives from carnivorous hunters Languages gone Spoken in slurred grunts, growling and hissing All are dead Languages are gone and the scratch and claw to death Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters, ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot. Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow. The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters. Our rotting city broken down structures and rubble for cover Hide from them hiding for their lives from carnivorous hunters Languages gone Spoken in slurred grunts, growling and hissing All are dead Languages are gone and the scratch and claw to death Degenerative In the broken city it’s rotting inside to them we’re fed From carrion eaters there’s no place to hide.
6.
There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams. within the self, that cannot be filled. Protruding out, with consistency. Consuming afterbirth, with transparency. All Along the path to power, there's this need to devour. With born rights, and such prowess, Giving in with thoughts of progress. With such wit, and hold over, the individual's consuming, an empty husk that’s in waiting, on the precipice sustaining There are those, who are born free. Broken chains, lay at their feet. They are blessed with pride and will. Generations born to kill. Immortals, lack ethics, Relying on their lies and tricks, Twisting life, with such grip, to protect their lineage. There seems to be a void, inside that screams. within the self, that cannot be filled. Protruding out, with consistency. Consuming afterbirth, with transparency. Talons tear into dead flesh, Pull apart all that's left, Ways passed down, breed a mess. Ignorance at a glance. Taking paths of a coward, Burning bridges without honor, lying silent under white lies, Never dying, the right bloodline. There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams. Deep within the self, that cannot be filled. Protruding out, with consistency. Consuming afterbirth, with transparency
7.
Feet rip, up ground, there's no hesitation. Heart beats, blood pounds, breath lost, no direction. Tripped on dead roots, pushed by, earth's rejection. Vine's wrap, like snakes, intense, my extinction. The forest hungers. Living floor is breathing like an animal in wait. The forest itself needs to consume. Carnivorous, brutal and intune. For the very thoughts of all of you. Alluring as when dead flowers bloom. Death brought, things that, seem to, add confusion, Cut down, these fiends, slay them, with precision. For they, are there, to eat, all creation. Nightmares, they feed, without, limitation. This forest infused, with the wrong and abused, with mortal wounds. It surrounds us and then consumes. Carnivorous, brutal, intune. To the very thoughts of you. the allure when dead flowers bloom. CARNIVOROUS FOREST (x2) Lost with no way out of this place. Trees move, they uproot and change this landscape. Maze like, with no, room for error, or I’ll be trapped here forever with no way out. Mind slips into trance like state, as my will starts to break, I'm sick of worthless wait. I force myself to behave in carnivorous ways, if I cannot escape. It surrounds us and then consumes. Carnivorous brutal and intune, to the very thoughts of you. The allure when dead flowers bloom. CARNIVOROUS FOREST (x2)
8.
Utopian 05:45
Prodigal sons, of these kindred men, who are blind to the sins of their feeding hands. Gates and borders that will help keep them safe from, when they will follow orders, without fear or brains in them. the foundation built on bliss. living without distress. in structural ignorance. it spreads like wild fire. living without the struggle, something is missing, in turmoil, where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving, shrouded in darkness in search of meaning. complications, to entertain, will breed such stress it will rot out, all your fucking brains. unaware of other’s quest for armageddon, will be brought on by such simple reactions. living without the struggle, something is missing, in turmoil, where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving, shrouded in darkness in search of meaning. `dying without a struggle, something is missing, this turmoil. all life is fleeting after i’m leaving protected by darkness in search without meaning there is a never ending quest to no longer feel meaningless, put forever to the test. inquisitive torment, has been bent on my mind’s perspective. for dilated needs living without the struggle, something is missing, in turmoil, where light is fleeting i’ll be leaving, shrouded in darkness in search of meaning. `dying without a struggle, something is missing, this turmoil. all life is fleeting after i’m leaving protected by darkness in search without meaning
9.
Revolting 04:46
Revolting, then escaping, emotional prison the mind is just aching. Deadly curiosity, this is such an act of lunacy. Leaving sanctuary for an opportunity, Slyly tucked in depths of shadows, journey into parts unknown. A noble idea, to lighten the dark, shedding light on those people, who god forgot. No one expects, this evilness, feeding on dead flesh are packs of men. Hell cannot exist, ‘cause nothing’s like this, all of life is meaningless. Revolting against something, whatever will hold us back. Inflicting all this damage, to ourselves as we’re rejecting. Complex ideas, to lighten the dark. shedding light on those, who your god forgot. Betray, your very nature, decay, inside rot faster. (expecting) Watching, the devolution, Haunting, sucks souls and blood dry. (in time) Refrain, from peaceful nature, be slain, to become a creature. (survival) Calloused, the heart it thickens, malice, roots in intention. (spirits turn black) A noble idea, to lighten the dark, shedding light on those,who your god forgot. Killing crushing all of them, primitive in very nature. General consciousness, to become murderous. The defiler of our graves, Lost all sense of humanity. Cutting then leaving, Lacerations, slashing, then decapitation. Losing all signs, of former self, wanting nothing more to do with, the state of, mental collapse. breaking free, with insanity.
10.
The massing of the people, who try to bring upheaval. Will Amount to nothing. But will bring forth evil. Because they are all blind, or just lack in pride. It seems they'd rather die, than lose their way of life. The evil it comes for them with a malevolent intention. They will know real fear, when i come to harvest their organs. Pick them when they're ripe, before the wear of time, removing cartilage, for rib cage opening. Digging in with knife to, harvest bits of life and, pulling out organs through, rib cage opening. Intestines, liver, lungs. Muscle, skin and tongue. Eyes with optic nerves, the price of the cure. The evil it comes for them with a malevolent intention. They will know real fear, when i come to harvest their organs. Paralyzed, by the thought, of the real human condition. a thirst for life, by other's death, just for worth and admiration. latch your windows shut, lock all your doors, hope you got bars change and more. for I come at night, i worm inside, hope you don’t mind, your organs are mine. I take my knife, and start to slide, searching through, to take what’s mine. Then I take out, what was in you, for there are those, with rotting insides. The evil it comes for them with a malevolent intention. They will know real fear, when i come to harvest their organs. Paralyzed, by the thought, of the real human condition. a thirst for life, by other's death, just for worth and admiration.
11.
Work us like slaves, from our birth till grave. Bet on our gains, even prophet when we're... We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance, we just accept this, but we'll never forget this, that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches, to make us worthless, to rule with iron fists. To rule with iron fists. Lost in dismay, inside we decay. internally, we're now rotting. Pushed to deadly extent, to test the human limit, Even if it fucking kills us, they can profit off our corpses. All our lives are proven worthless, as they take more than riches, we can feel their intentions, to rule us with iron fists. We are left, with their mistakes and their debt, to work it off, even after our death, like minions, we blindly follow what they say. and don't question why we slave day by day. We need to rise, revolt and start to strike. before we lose, all control in our lives. We can rule, this twisted world if we choose. or die as drones, who are rules by the few. We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance, we just accept this, but we'll never forget this, that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches, to make us worthless, to rule with iron fists. Rule us with iron fists. Use us as you see fit, in this world.

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released June 10, 2016

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