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BILE LYRICS
"Camp Blood" (2005)
1. Camp Blood
2. Widespread Bloodshed
3. Resurrected
4. Boot Cracked Cranium
5. Axe Wielding Killer
6. Death Curse
7. Bludgeoned and Beaten
8. Dredging the Lake
9. Crazed Stalker
10. Blood Rorschach
11. Bled Dry
12. Deranged Facial Stabbing
13. The Final Chapter
1. Camp Blood
Camp Blood, crystal lake legacy
Young boy drowns, while others were making out
Out for blood, countless bodies
Young lovers will pay for mom's loss
Curse this place, sworn vengeance
Curse this place, no-one leaves alive
Finish what was started, Camp Blood
Endless killing spree - Camp Blood
2. Widespread Bloodshed
One by one, they'll meet their creator
Straight from the mind of the mutilator
Cat and mouse game in full progress
Death will be the only outcome
Human life in fucking regress
Running straight into the cattlepress
Who would have thought the reaper
Would wear a fucking hockey-mask
3. Resurrected
Awakened by lightning
Back from the dead
Ready to slaughter
Ready to kill
Hunts you down
Cuts you in half
Slashing with his machete
Rips you apart
Always stalking
He'll never rest
Keeps on killing
Till all are dead
4. Boot Cracked Cranium
Stomping remains never gets dull
Splintered teeth, fractures skull
Backbone snapped like a fucking twig
Bare-hand butchery, unequalled savagery
Steel toe penetrates face
Disfigured chunks of human waste
Ruptured pile of flesh, screaming for help
Let them come, let them all come
5. Axe Wielding Killer
Haunting the woods, stalking his victims
Reign of terror, no end in sight
Silent type, tall as a tree
Bag covers up deformed face, peek hole to see
Grotesque excuse for human life
Choke on his machete knife
Slashing and stabbing, axe-wielding killer
Hacking and chopping, axe-wielding killer
Swinging blades, take off heads
Severed limbs, teenage jigsore
Strangling victims while stabbing their lungs
Steel penetrating eye sockets, ripping out guts
Slashing and stabbing, axe-wielding killer
Hacking and chopping, axe-wielding killer
6. Death Curse
Summer approaches, clear blue skies
Camp filling up, as the silence dies
Young and innocent, here to have fun
Not even knowing their lives will be done
No way, no way to escape!!
No chance, no chance in hell!!
Waters are calm, don't disturb the peace
Awaking evil that lurks and creeps
It lives in the woods, it hunts, it feeds
It's not amused by young lovers deeds
No way, no way to escape!!
No chance, no chance in hell!!
7. Bludgeoned and Beaten
Blunt objects collide with impact
Crushing skulls like fucking insects
Bludgeoned, beaten, stomped and bashed
Masked terror, blood-stained bait
Craftly clobbered, bloodcrazed vengeance
Unidentified corpses, shitstained pants
Unspeakable horror, choking on their own teeth
Campside carnage, bodycount still increases
You've picked the worst fucking place
At the worst fucking time!
8. Dredging the Lake
Paint the lake fucking red
Juice and fluids of the dead
Gutted with a mean streak
Watch them suffer
Squeal like pigs
Throats and wrists are slit
Taking a swim
Punctured lungs filling up
Bloated torsos surface
Limbs and heads still missing
9. Crazed Stalker
Rabid deathrage, cross-eyed hate
Urge to obliterate, out to exterminate
No emotion, unseen terror
No remorse, human error
Lurking and hunting
Roaming the shadows
Armed with a chopping knife
Steel toe boots
Making sure
None will leave these woods
10. Blood Rorschach
Too weak to run, too scared to fight
Deformed hunter, stalking through the night
Stabbing, slashing and mutilate
Machete knife seals your fate
Killing spree, no end in sight
Too weak to run, too scared to fight
Blows to the face, violent chops
Blood rorschach left to dazzle cops
11. Bled Dry
Leaking gashes drain all energy
Spilling blood with high velocity
Spraypaint the trees and all that surrounds you
Crippled gimp starts bleeding through
Crawling away from your dark-red trail
Like some fucking bootstomped snail
Kneecapped first, then sliced and diced
Left bled dry and paralyzed
12. Deranged Facial Stabbing
Eyesockets welcome blades without warning
Violent intrusion, rupturing eyeballs
Creative carnage, arty assassins
Bored with knife fights and strangle sessions
Trimmers or hedge shearers, all will do
Scissorface fucking welcomes you
Unsuspected facial stabbings
Wretched eyeballs, punctured blessings
13. The Final Chapter
He never runs, he never speaks
He hunts you down and makes you bleed
Hidden in the woods, surrounded by filthy stench
He's waiting for you, to have his revenge
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