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NUNSLAUGHTER LYRICS
"The Bog People" (2004 EP)
1. Haunted Places
2. The Bog People
3. The Cryptic Aeon
4. Raid the Convent
1. Haunted Places
Let me be the one that makes you get into the tomb
Look around its closing in sealing in your doom
Evil creatures evil faces showing you the dead
Illuminating ghosts that float above your bed
Now I take you on a tour a foul unseen jaunt
I prove to you I illustrate you shriek about the haunt
A dark and dusty evil ride were going on a trip
Moldy musty battered wall deep inside a crypt
You must fear the dark and haunted places
A fantastic journey wrought with ugly faces
You must fear the dark and haunted places
A fantastic journey wrought with ugly face
Clairvoyant conjuring can put you through your paces
Spooky spectral diabolic following the light
Bellow bark yell and growl calling on the might
Pale and eerie fantasy this charismatic gleam
Occult and necromantic this telekinetic beam
2. The Bog People
Deep in the heart of a wasteland fen
Lies a twisted skein of urbanity
For generations these morose creatures
Impure the manners of all humanity
Marquis of this quagmire
His kin the squad
Eating human rations
Feed people of the bog
A marshland of fear
Lurking in the fog
Consuming these denizens
The people of the bog
Now their existence is know
The populace forms a thirsty mob
To exterminate the rabid cannibals
They call the people of the bog
3. The Cryptic Aeon
The embodiment of a quixotic being
A vortex has sent an ambitious emanation
To define noble deeds I pursue unfeigned might
Through an immeasurable space of aimless time
We will exist for all ages mankind will flee
Though mountains falter and dry are seas
The mission is never ending for our quandan entity
Manifest imperial strength until your extinction
Since the dawn of time we were magnanimous
Galaxies are born and the universe will die
Our prescence is felt throughout the Cryptic Eaon
Can’t refuse our benevolent existence
A force greater than hurricanes
Wicked are many whose God is in the heavens
For we will take their faith
And scatter their dogma
4. Raid the Convent
We gather together with murder on our minds
Nuns are the target Religion is the crime
Driven by lust and deep-seeded resent
Tonight we go and raid the convent
We have come to kill We have come to rape
No one survives No one escapes
Corralling the victims Mephisto grins
This unholy night The massacre begins
Raid the Convent
Avenging all the ghouls and witches
Raid the Convent
Condemned by these fucking bitches
Raid the Convent
The attack on Catholicism
Raid the Convent
Assailants propagate the schism
The stains of blood from those we brutalize
Adorn the goats and oxen that we ride
We leave the churchyard and start back to the woods
The master cackles as evil conquers good
The onslaught is over The ambush is done
The headless corpses Decapitated nuns
The black white and puddles of red
This flock of cunts is now fucking dead
Raid the Convent now
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