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RAKUN LYRICS
"Clawed Out of Hell" (2004)
1. Procyon Iotor
2. Clawed Out of Hell
3. Death Cult Arakun
4. Cruel Teeth and the Feast
5. Blood Fur Death
6. The Original Corpse Painters
7. Anthems to the Trashcan at Dusk
8. Die With Your Pelts On
1. Procyon Iotor
2. Clawed Out of Hell
In aeons past
We slumbered at the feet of great Satan
Lapdogs of the Nine Hells
Born of tooth and claw and dark
Bred to do His bidding
Set upon the surface world
To raze the impure bipeds
Stripedogs for Satan!
3. Death Cult Arakun
Slaughter the biped
Feed its newborn infants to our kits
Contaminate its blood with rabid purge
Defecate upon its paved atrocities
Reclaim the sacred groves
For the woodland spawn of the underworld
Blood of bipeds shall wet the tongues
Of the one true Death Cult Arakun
4. Cruel Teeth and the Feast
As the whetstone to the blade
The flesh of your babies hones our fangs
Legions of black night
Set upon the infidel offspring
And rend their baby fat to shreds
Ignorant human filth fucks
Do not leave your children unattended
For the Wild are hunting, watching, snatching and tasting
5. Blood Fur Death
Humans with their filthy breeds
Christian, Zionist, Muslim weeds
Their interracial feuds abound
Blaspheming the garden of the ancients
Awakened from the slumber of centuries
Satan's striped dogs march to victory
To cast ourselves upon its fecund doors
And rape the life from these biped whores
6. The Original Corpse Painters
Once upon a midnight clear
The first born Saint of Hell was raising fear
But in his haste he laid his waste
Too near the Promethean fires of Man
Who unworthy, gazed upon his visage
Stole his markings and then stole his Lord (Satan!)
Thus dawned the false metal of Man
This biped 'black metal' must fuckin' die
7. Anthems to the Trashcan at Dusk
Ever wasting, they poison our gardens
With endless streams of filth
We devour their garbage for Satan
Staining our teeth with its silt
In twilight we rise to wreak havoc
Through plastic, aluminum and steel
And cleanse this world of every trace
Of the fucking ingrates human race
8. Die With Your Pelts On
Human shit wish to claim our skins
To wear upon the stench of their mongrel kin
A trophy of their unworthy rule
Dishonor our kits, fucking biped ghouls
We must devour their flesh, retaliate
Begin with their offspring, the simple bait
Soil their domain as we defecate
Spread the seed of Hell with glorious hate
You fucking biped ghouls
Fuck you in the skull biped ghouls
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