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SOULLESS LYRICS
"Scorn On The 4th Of July" (2004 Split)
1. As The Cacodemons Feast
2. Altar Of The Dead
3. Bleeding Darkness
4. Downward
1. As The Cacodemons Feast
There is a house upon the hill
From which this story is told
A tale of human cannibals
Brought into the fold
One cold and stormy night
When the asylum did not lock
From inside the patients gathered
They began to plot
Delusions of flight
And feasting flesh prevailed
Down the street into the town
They began to wail
Hear the screams of agony
This frightful night begins
Fulfilling every fantasy
Of hatred lust and sin
They rip apart they shall not stop
Repulsion in the street
Thought to be possessed by hell
As the Cacodemons feast
Rage by a force not known to man
Their fangs cut like knives
Psychosis of consumption
They take away your life
To savor this a mortal meal
Humans become a beast
Thought to be possessed by hell
As the Cacodemons feast
2. Altar Of The Dead
Skin of the holy
Caressing my soul
Martyrs of the dead
Destroying the old
Altar of the Dead
Caskets of bone
Crosses of flesh
God will bleed
For Satan's gift
Altar of the Dead
3. Bleeding Darkness
Bleeding blackened rage from the soul, Bleeding death, despair and pain
Sucking out the lives of battered men, Blotting out the light and raping day
Leave them to their gloom, leave to rot, Abandon to their grief and suffering
The grief of broken lives and banished dreams, dark master of the fire is surely pleased
Seeking to destroy this accursed light, that tears your soul and brings you down to burn
Rising from the depths, evil lurks, Biding out his time and counting souls
Hunger for revenge, and a thirst for power, Dark Master knows he’ll have his fill
Dining on the bones of trampled saints, Drunk on the blood of humble men
Knowing now the hour, close at hand, Light shall die and he shall reign the night
The devil take my soul and I’ll be punished in the flames
Wither into darkness, a bleak and unholy stain, to feel the power
Of those who curse the name of god in heaven, He watches, so goddamn helpless
As souls devoured take their place in hell!
They all line up for heaven pious and aloof
Grind them into Hades beneath a cloven hoof
Suffer enemies! Oh, darkness feed the cold end of the light
The frosts shall hold the land, And gloom shall chill the darkened days
Evil reigns the constant night, And man is fodder for the beast
4. Downward
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