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PUKELIZATION LYRICS
"Journey Through Grotesqueness" (2003 Demo)
1. Phantasmagoria
2. Discipline of Mind
3. Tortured Intensely
4. The Feast
5. Behind Bush
6. Awakening
7. Image
8. Journey Through Grotesqueness
9. Quick as Sick
1. Phantasmagoria
A gloomy atmosphere dominates the desolated field.
Screams of the souls of my victims .
I hear them and try to shake them off.
Slightly left conscience.
I beat it and keep murdering.
"I'm different from you all."
Voice that's echoing in my head.
Scream of hatred invades me.
A head-cracking scream.
phantasmagoria of killing scenes so far.
Their spirits make it keep turning.
Are you trying to destroy me?
2. Discipline of Mind
I hang up rotten dead bodies.
Arrange them before me.
Insects flying around, vile stench stimulates my nose.
The vision that makes me feel like closing my eyes.
Tread on all my conscience giving way to a development of cruel mind.
Even though I try to escape, the reality doesn't allow it.
My victims are lying before me.
Their spirits become stronger and start attacking me.
Fear of being controlled by them and destruction of my head.
I ignore it and prepare the axe.
Rotten bodies torn apart.
Ravens pick up the pieces of flesh on the ground.
Drenched with body fluid, before them.
I stand.
No more the pangs of conscience.
And I'll move on to a higher level.
3. Tortured Intensely
In a place no light of the day entering done the hardest torture.
I have been kept here for a long time.
I had my thoughts deprived.
I have to go through intense tortures every day.
I have now emptiness in my mind.
Agony and pain have become nothing to me.
This intense torturing became discipline to me.
I have to choose when to die, after or before the next torture each time.
But I wouldn't die till I wreak vengeance.
In a place forsaken by the god lie the dead bodies.
No one's alive.
<Takeshi>
Splattered brain, maggot meals infected the bodies with gore lust mind. Kill in the name of inhumanity. Sperm through the wound of lifeless body.
<Yoseph>
Let my sperm vomited to your breast. Then give me your neck. It's awesome to cut it into a thousand suffer unforgotten.
<Deaddy>
You can't longer pray to be safe. My seeds of agony planted to your dead body until the times come to rotting you.
4. The Feast
I smash the faces.
Blood splashes and drips endlessly.
On the ground are chunks of flesh.
Their red stained faces.
Mankind, so weak and fragile.
Killed mercilessly are those who terrified.
Rebel against me, don't just be frightened.
Flesh of rebels is the greatest feast.
Under hellish terror and pressure, run from me till the end.
Flesh of those who succumb, isn't worth eating.
No right to live for those give up when their limbs are taken.
Don't stop, even though you suck the ground.
Attack me, don't keep running.
Turn into tasty meat.
Cheap flesh can't satisfy me.
It's not enough without being spiced with regret, pain and hatred.
Low class meat makes me spit.
I can't eat it anymore.
Let me eat the greatest feast.
5. Behind Bush
The wild blows making the forest sound and the fallen leaves fly.
Behind bush come someone's foot steps …dragging something…
Blood on his body, the smell of it around.
Showing his power, radiation of horror.
Terror abounds in the air.
Re-start.
No one can hear the call.
No one can help.
The future is certain.
Visitors will be killed.
Skulls are crushed.
Blood running out of the mouth will be followed by organs, carrying the smell of death.
6. Awakening
A breaker of the law is taken outside the village.
Complete fear on the face.
He's made just a little mistake.
He's an ordinary man.
One who's been excluded from the village is not seen as a man.
To be lynched or to be deprived of freedom and eaten by the beast.
No mercy for him.
Even the family gives up.
What had been real until yesterday is not real today.
Brutal punishment awakes hatred.
His eyes begin to change slowly.
To be keen and hold menace.
The instinct of self defense that can be found in anyone.
Letting him alive would bring an end to the village.
Kill him now or we'll be killed.
Even though we know that, some will live.
A man of pure cruelty will be born.
7. Image
No resting in peace to my victims.
Just hanging in the air eternally.
You will be always looking at the image of the murder site of yours in the limitless flow of time.
The image of the face being crushed.
The image of the belly being ripped.
The image of the limbs being cut.
Too many to enumerate all.
Time spent among the piles of corpses.
I regard it as peace, fate, and power.
In loneliness I appreciate it to create hell.
Not a single ray of light can cross my path.
8. Journey Through Grotesqueness
The battle field.
The ocean of blood.
The bridge of bones.
The place where I should be.
The time passed me by.
My enemies are destined to die.
No memory to recall.
No body can hear my call.
My instinct leads me once again.
I don't feel the pain anymore.
Now I shall rise!!
I'll depart for the journey through grotesqueness.
All I see the bodies torn apart and scattered, lifeless skeletons alive eyeballs rolling on the ground, fingerless hands and feet.
The decapitated body, I cannot tell which is the chest or the back.
Full of divinity and grotesqueness on the battle field.
Drowning in the ocean of blood.
Crossing the bridge of bones.
I've returned to the place where I should be.
And here I go seeking for the answer that's never told.
9. Quick as Sick
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