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CAEDERE LYRICS
"Gore To Banish Fear" (2002 EP)
1. Human Decay
2. Corpse for the Theft
3. Close to Decomposing
4. Rope to Tie
1. Human Decay
Burning eyes, a glowing red.
Sandblast tortures our faces.
Sight reduced to zero.
A sinister howling, heaviness of heart.
Rays of light blocked by toxic clouds.
Dejection by the nutritive strength of darkness.
Smog like our perfume,
masks in front of our faces.
Greenhouse effect causes the melting of polar ice.
Land vanished by the great flood.
Acid rain sours the remainded land.
Which was green in the past, now death in the present.
Due danger of extinction, animals are cloned - animals are cloned..
Production of genetic manipulated food,
blending it with disputable pigments.
Green liquid floating through the sewerage.
The result of chemical infected faeces.
Instead of pestilence, medicine are rare.
Strong will conquer the weak, the killing for sound bodyparts.
Paying high prices for admission in hospital.
The hope to recover totaly is an Utopia
Human decay, memories are fading away. Human decay, no more.
Human decay, suffering under our defeating strike, no more.
Dark future - we posses our,
Dark future - it lies in our hands,
Dark future - we control our,
Dark future - we guide ourselves to our,
DARK FUTURE!!!!
Burning eyes, a glowing red.
Sandblast tortures our faces.
Sight reduced to zero.
A sinister howling, heaviness of heart.
..., heaviness of heart.
..., heaviness of heart.
2. Corpse for the Theft
We are no gods, we are just
We are no gods, we are just mortal!
Shadows on the wall, they’re about to take control.
Blinking of a knife, the divine strife.
Visions of a morbid dead, this corpse for the theft.
We are no gods, we are just mortal!
They will slay us with all their pleasure.
They will slay us without any sequence.
They will slay us when we’re in their mind.
They will slay us when we’re in their sight.
Ripping off the skin, massacre to deep within.
Caustic through the bowels, grasping as nothing less.
With the utmost exertion, slowly decapitation.
We are no gods, we are just
No chance, when they seek for a victim.
No hope, when they manage terror.
To late, evil is on your way.
So fear, as malediction arises.
2x: Corpse for the theft.
Decaying to bloody sludge.
Corpse for the theft.
Smash the limbs to smithereens.
3. Close to Decomposing
2x: You never rot alone.
Decomposition to the bone.
Left to dirt, feed the slime, absorb into the sand.
Scratch the ground, mute among others, joint like a blent.
Ramming a bat in her cunt.
Wrecking as deserving her pleasure.
Stretch, no tear it up.
No pain? Damn you dry-out slut.
Well...,
you never know.
Cause she doesn’t blow,
anymore...
2x: You never rot alone.
Decomposition to the bone.
2x: Smash her knees, break her legs.
Now she will - kneel for you.
Stab her thigh, scratch her face.
She will... - suffer for that!!
Scissors to let her look nice.
Redness between her well-shaped legs.
Still a laugh on her face.
More pain she will get!
Left to dirt, feed the slime, absorb into the sand.
Scratch the ground, mute among others, joint like a blent.
2x: You never rot alone.
Decomposition to the bone.
4. Rope to Tie
Rope to tie!
Never there will be a new dawn.
As you forecast your own fate.
Your glorious act in life.
This tragedy draws to a come.
Gore to banish fear!
Internal malfunction as the entrails falls out.
Derived from the malignant coagulation.
Rope to tie, time to die.
Face your god, we taste your blood.
Choking convulsion as you gasp life away out.
Hanging tight as you consume your ultimate fame.
Rope to tie, your final lie.
Due to rot, is this all you got?
Gore to banish fear!
2x: When you - feel the tragic urge.
Close to - insanity to emerge.
Clouded - not to think straight.
Driven to - suffocation.
Hate to all fake, cause you’re to blame.
Sick awareness to purify.
Tormentor of squashed diseased brains.
Attracting flies to infected lobs.
A silent reminder by your epitaph.
New sunrise in the afterlife.
If there will be one.
Enclosure of the body and mind.
Gore to banish fear!
2x: When you - feel the tragic urge.
Close to - insanity to emerge.
Clouded - not to think straight.
Driven to - suffocation.
Gore to banish fear!
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