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We’re prideful beasts - new divinity of flesh and bone - in indefinite march for our rotting throne.
So behold our order of inept domains - the hemorrhaging in the womb of a gutter; and witness the spectacle - a rally for decimation - of our united front.
For we are the final products of a corroded nature, continuing on our programmed path. We will know no defeat nor concession until complete and unrelenting chaos is ignited in this final night…
We are the lunatic spawn; we are the militants of extinction.
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Raw Futile Slaughter
03:55
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Charred, twisted, a mockery of creation, strung up like an effigy of a tired new world; feeding our insatiable thirst for vengeance. Choirs of pride proceed our wretched march as we scorch the hills of dust and sand.
Filthy heads roll in our devastating wake, minerals clot the hemorrhaging stumps. Bitter flocks ignite in mass for this triumph of chaos
Cult - We swallow the poison of our cult
Cede - We cede our spirit to disdain
Raw Futile Slaughter - An impartial culling of beasts
Raw Futile Slaughter - Corrupting the original hills of arrogance
Raw Futile Slaughter - A hell for our dying fictions
Raw Futile Slaughter - Swallowing the powers that be
Fodder for a fruitless havoc - sustaining a trivial show
Rotting pride of a wallowing mass -Values condemned to eternal dirt
Raw Futile Slaughter
Raw Futile Slaughter
Raw Futile Slaughter
Raw Futile Slaughter
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Sullen Domain
04:23
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Shallow dark craters in the landscape filled with faceless follies. Resting as a sacrifice for the sniveling swine of another world.
Tiring dogmas shit upon a thousand former edens.
A ruthless wasteland of our raped allure. A lasting monument to our primordial ways.
Delusions and pretensions overfill a wasteland while stomachs swell for this sullen domain.
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Pour Out the Vials
03:33
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The censer has been filled with the stench of a mad revelation and thrown to burn the heavens above - in preparation for the closing ritual.
For tonight we witness a colossal decapitation - a hallowed slaying! The last grand monument!
Rejoice!
Rejoice!
God is dead
So pour out the vials of the wrath of man.
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Bubonic Wrath Tucson, Arizona
Festering in the Sonoran Desert; decaying, mutating, striving ever so callously for cohesion since 2005.
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