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GROG LYRICS
"Odes to the Carnivorous" (2001)
1. Ode To The Carnivorous (Prelude To Brutality)
2. Corpse Reanimation (The Mutants Revenge)
3. Fornicators Delirium
4. Dead Art Collector
5. Cult of Blood
6. Terrified
7. Necrogeek (The Doctor's Diary)
8. Realm of The Soulless
9. Raped By A Virgin
10. Narcissistic Skinblade Reflection
1. Ode To The Carnivorous (Prelude To Brutality)
This urge inside controls my need to eat the flesh of my prey. Glorious are the ones that seek and hunt their victims in order to fulfill their carnivorous desires. Unleash your veracity upon the weak and consume their living fear for death.
2. Corpse Reanimation (The Mutants Revenge)
The ultimate scientific experience by this group of lunatic doctors brought into the daylight the corpses of several dead in order to create brainless mutants. The project intended to breed a new violent pet, but thanks to a genetic mistake after sometime they turn out to be the perfect killing machines. These responsible for this wacky idea were the first to suffer the consequences as they were the victims of their own mistake. All of them were slashed, their meat was transformed into contaminated burgers for consumtion by everyone in the investigation center they turned into mutant zombies. Their brains were left in their fleshless skeletons. Humanity shall no longer grew, a depopulation plan is executed and the stalk begins. They masturbate upon the graves and their corrosive semen flews underground, once it touches the habitants of the Morpheus realm they awake violently and dig their way up already transformed in this deadly species. The mutants are ruthless and unmerciful, the living are buried feeling at the same time the weight of the ground breaking their spine. After that, the mutants ransack the tombs and eat them. From the dungeons of the old city, the eyes see the devastated fields burning along with the cries of torment. A new reality has born and all the prisoners are condemned to a cannibal slavery.
3. Fornicators Delirium
4. Dead Art Collector
Devious freak, worshiper of dismemberment bring forward your fetish fantasies and shows us the lugubrious creations of your mind. This frightening sight begins at the barn where the vision of severed remains provokes vomiting and profound horror. Male and female cadavers are hung up by their genitals while drops of blood gather in massive pools at their feet. Bloody spiderwebs congregate upon this playground of death feasting on this hideous snack. The ceiling covered with meat offers up the stench of putrefaction that arouses the insects to breed inside the mortal remains. Plastic bags and bottles full of formaldehyde preserve this atrocious chamber of torture. This iniquitous taste for brutality reveals to us the perfectionism of this being as his heart opens to us revealing the coldness he has for our existence. More visits are expected in the local cemeteries and morgues where he seeks his only source of pleasure.
5. Cult of Blood
After dark while the evil procession whispers words of sacrifice upon the old damned ruin. The winds rejoice with the spirits of the dead. The summoning of Ariemes, malicious entity of the cannibal world, scrolls are torn by this demonic incantation. Once a graveyard, the ground now begins to revolve. The tombstones are expelled violently from the ground like boiled flesh coming forth this unic vision of malevolence force awaken after centuries of putrefaction makes his entry upon the altar, where the offering lies awaiting the eternal damnation. In a state of profound trance the fanatic is tied up with hot iron chains on his wrists and murmurs prayers of immortality as his eyes penetrate this phantasmagoric dimension. The creature unleashes his voracious hunger upon the static body. This moment is blessed by the cult through a frenetic orgy where the leftovers of the sacrificed are consumed greedily. Another cycle of death is finished to give birth to eternal life.
6. Terrified
Through the complex path of reason the beast sleeps his dream of death, awaiting the stimulus created by something wicked. The rising of a strange feeling that controls yours thoughts and actions turns this dream into a infernal reality. Now the beast is awakened and ready to take over your emotions. Trembling movements, cold sweat erupts, hallucinating visions, petrified actions, terrified. This powerless sensation makes you feel even more wicked, leading you to a conscious madness and taking you to a cruel despair. You wish you’re dead and there’s no will to suffer. This fear that you’ve created is the master of your emotions, your eyes are the mirror of your soul while the victimized personality possess you and begs to the Gods for mercy. You’re alone and scared surrounded by dark and glowing gloomy eyes that want to eat your soul, you loose control of your muscles and the excremental needs are no longer controlled. You’re drowned in shit and gasping for air, the blood in your veins pump and burst, you feel your heart right beneath your throat. The difficulties in controlling your breathing brings forth tears down your reddish eyes, the mucous secretions are expelled from your nose and ears along with drool that slips down your lips and chin. Skin, flesh, veins, nerves, organs and bones begun to melt forming a layer of organic mud. Still you’re able to see the overwhelming beast called fear as the last image you get. You’re squashed and your eyes pop!
7. Necrogeek (The Doctor's Diary)
8. Realm of The Soulless
Traveling deep down this abyss the realm of the underworld rises as a imponent kingdom where no hope dwells and peace has been eternally forgotten. As the spiritual condemnation splits the earthly convictions this illusionary vortex grows inside our merciful thoughts. Descending the lifeless cliffs towards the gates of the thousand abominations this sulphur landscapes reveals us the throne of desolation. Nine stages to die, the beginning of the plague and the feast of souls will entertain the creatures of this cursed dominion. The Suffering brings vivid memories of the unspeakable acts committed, now they are the victims and no one cares about them. The Agony of all the victims penetrate their bestial hearts like ghosts of a recent past. The chokes, drillings, cuts and screams shreds their once peaceful minds. The Punishment brought after these years of multiple murders are gathered like poisoned arrows ready to inflict the most atrocious of all the eviscerations. The Torture begins, the deathgames used on the victims are now performed on them, soon agony shall turn to ecstasy as their soul burns in the lake of fire. The Pain caused by the sulphuric heat soon will soon cook the lost ones while the stench of burnt flesh creates gray clouds of bodyfat. The Molestation starts by beating up their pink roosted flesh with lava torches and wipes made out from sharp broken bones. The Carnage, massacre of thousands glorifies this hellish atmosphere, praise the almighty punishers, creatures of our nightly fears. The Crucifixion, last attempt to get salvation, the remnants of their bodies are nailed with stonespikes. The last circle of thanatos, Sacrifice, the ultimate redemption a step towards purification. Dive into the river of genesis where the flames will breed their new born souls.
9. Raped By A Virgin
His innocent look and behaviour quiet regular for someone of his age, but he tends to disguise his twisted and depraved ideas. Restless nights wondering about the emotions and feelings of the first time. The fermentation of grizzly and sordid acts, the violation of integrity, the disrespect for another life, all of these thoughts, going around and around inside his head. He can’t wait much longer, he feels ready to burst and he turns into a psychopathic animal. So he puts an add in the paper and waits for the perfect answer, he wants it to be memorable and time offered the perfect mate. They met in his motel room and he strikes her in the head tying her to the bed. Now he will carry his plan like he predicted. First he takes off her clothes and with a bucket of boiling water he disinfects the twatskin, the nightsilence was broken by her agonising screams. After the cleansing, her over cunt lips were pulled back, a lighted candle drips wax into her guim, he did this repeatedly, to signify each year of her life. Getting bored, he shoved balled up newspaper downsed in petrol up her hole his lighter and set her on fire. Burning cunt hole will be beyond repair. The stench of burnt pubic hair infests the shady room creating the kinky ambience for this kind of ritual. Now that unconsciousness takes over her fingernails are extracted and replaced by dead cockroaches where photos of everyone of these steps are taken. The arms are opened with scissors and then closed with pins leaving out the bones which are sucked with so much pleasure and then nailed to her hands. The legs are spread and his appetite makes him feel inhuman, like the first dish he starts with the clitoral consumtion, the warm blood stains his face as the smell of it mixed with the vaginal fluids tells him that the time for penetration has come. The first stroke awakes her and as she opens her eyes the sight of this sexivorous mongoloid makes her puke in his face. With this rude reaction he slices her head, while she takes her last breath, and at the same time he grabs it, he cums into her mouth as she closes her eyes forever with this last memory. Severing the head from the body, he walks around the room with her head balanced on his dick!
10. Narcissistic Skinblade Reflection
One more cold night sharpening the blade of my axe thinking about the wonderful visions that it gaves me, for now it’s time to do it all over again because my endless thirst for murder hit me again. Going to the park with my machete covered, acting normal to get someone’s attention, it works all the time, these guys are so stupid I’ve just caught someone to chop into some steaks. As I swing it his eyes become deadwhite, the blade cuts his head bringing his senseless body down. I start to mutilate his body in small chunks as my victim’s blood on my face increases my anger! To calm down I must see the my reflections on the blade. Just then I remember how goulish and handsome I am. To clean up the blood from the blade I use my semen and by this act I get excited because I’m in love with myself.
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