lirik lagu scatbutcher - untitled
i-won’t
fol-low mor-tal mor-als
im from the ,cult of de , struction
chosen demon immortal
clensing all ,human corruption
extinction my future function
causing existance to crumble
never finding the peace in
this puzzle
scortch the earth surface
bring it ruthless like fires in the summer
terrorise the whack culture
with the perverse and the vulgar
back from inter dimensional slaughter
russia to down unda
displaying the corpses of enemies bludgeoned
to soft c-ck new comers
the true underground anarchism
like post apocalyptic
sewer drain troggledism
referring to the old wisdom
conguring the power from demonic visions
up in the holy mountain spewing mantras of auste
n pure sickness
imprisoned with the cannibals
in a trance invoking with feral witches
bushpig pictures incorporated explicit
body horror scriptures
death cult suicidal orgy with
no living witness
death by insanity comes slow
it isnt instant
harness alien technology
i learned from the so called devils
im tristing ya gravity
crush you with an -rs-nal of intangible weapons
audable venom that k!lls the minds
of enslaved peasants
inside the matrix of gore
being drained of ya vital essence
i manifest this
infact i got to improve collections
given birth to these corpses
impregnating flesh by erection
the shaft strengthed by demonic nectars
in phallic possession
pestilant imperfection
reanimation by sperm injection
sink to the lower v-g-n-l death
planes of the rotting abyss
sacred severed p-n-s in bliss
holy s-m-n n blood we p-ss
unified in a orgy of sh-t
deform trasfixed
-n-l lips transform
to the menstrual river of
vomitous spit
poke the bblade inside
n stir it up give it a twist
penetrate the torn holes
with their own two fists
fragile shattered minds
drown grasping the darkness as it drips
congoined in evil moisture
eminationist dopplar shift
dial up triple 6
call the dealer
fro the nex death fix
addictive relationship
with the reapers
he sells me the sh-t
an im ok with my job as a demon
against the risk
its how i keep existiing inside
as you fail to resist
weakened by the curse
subgect to human frailty
blood moon eclipse
your demise is foretold
like fllen angels
the truth is a myth
giallo slasher
with psychegedilic soundtracks n gore
splatters of blood on the walls
painting the hall in coloured light at the morgue
decaying dolls
staring blankly at kaleidoscopes of p-rn
painted like porcelein clowns
with sinister smiles restored
masking a cold emotionless gaze
with juice from the coprophilic worm
these words
are f-cking cured surreality metaphor
were in the real underground death cult
since the genital wars
destroying all these leeches
hitting ya face with full force
leaving the fake suckers melted and burned
ashes scattered on the floor
get ya f-cking brain matter spalttered onto the
sandston walls
the only reason why ya made it
cos ya watered down and played out
the only reason why we sayign it
is
cos ya
gettin
slayed now
leavin em face down
after vomiting goby
lobotomies
in sacred rituals of snuff p-rn
remove all traces o f hypocricy
the highest level of gore
exist as a
sacred
oddity
get ya fake faces peeled off
in finally
n utilised properly
st-tched onto s-x dolls
for rituals of copro demonology
axelerating depravity
like a hundred n twnty days
of snuff p-rn sodomy
the worm toten during s-xy
snuff rituals
consecrate it with he scat p-rn fetish smeared in
cavier finger food
we ain’t human or br–sts we from the lower plains
abysmal
attacking with astral syllables
plaguing ya mind with
darkest surreal
visuals
so morbid n technical you straining ya principles
divinition in
dialect of the criminals
dreamscape nightmare
author
militant
travel through mortal wasteland s
on a unholy
mission to the worlds end
melting ya ridiculous
reality
yo try to defend
undead
lord of the underground
im h-llbent
an
eternity of pure evil is
time well spent
the purity
transcends
speaking curses backwards anagrams n cryptic
vomit text
putrid creation of darkness
exhuding a nausiateing foul stench
crushing ya meaningless trends
raw sh-t
rupturign heads
destriptive like works of de sade
inbtone the
ancient dialects
pompous oldschool vulgarity
at these inferiors expense
debuculating bleeding -ss friggery
deconstructing your anatomy
enlaving each cavity
in holy matrimony
blessed by the bleeding sanguine ointment
dispensing from v-g-n-l atrophy
nicely
psychedleic catastrophy on a
necrophilic k!lling spree
with the s-d-stic
majesty
at one with
insanity
burn out of a cursed
tragedy
faecalibrium
evolving
in human
manifestations of
basphemy
il f-ck you up b-tch
your just a f-kin slave to me
i taste true freedom in the consumption
of
essence of mortal from sheep
underlings n peasant
feeding on there the blood randomly
then systematically butchered in this harem
thsi ain’t a fantasy
thsi ain’t a f-ckgin fantasy
or some depreaved fetish its actually
pure demonic necromancy
immortal gore pig chanting harsh noise of brutality
this isnt what you think
it is just what it has to be
feeble minded f-ckwits
shocked by the
cinematography
pukin empty out my
philosophy
like an exploded colostomy
the vile aura of death
revealing an inevitable prophecy
bring the
warbringer psychology
goremagedon warping the sacred geometry
tortured souls
act out a deformed comedy
expelling the raw honesty
war
chronicles of vomiting
karmic retribution
audibly viscious
enslave vessals gestating a host
for the second coming
busting each nut
leaving the sl-ts innards gutted
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