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Praise Gore - Intro
00:26
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Rancid Ones
03:18
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Come to us faceless queen of all unheard
Bring us pain of those torn from their souls
Lay hung and bleeding from a thousand fatal wounds
Make us tolerant of sights and of the cold
Ten lords... drew around
Faceless lords... of the abyss
Fixed her... with the eyes of death
She dies... in the deep red mist
Blinded by darkness, a gaping hole in the sky
The stench of generations of horrid lives
Human flesh like jewels wrapped around her neck
Join us mistress of the gods possess our minds
Ten lords... drew around
Faceless lords... of the abyss
Fixed her... with the eyes of death
She dies... in the deep red mist
Sixty demons tearing her limbs from her sides
A foul wind fills my lungs deep inside
Something more as I understand
We're joined with the rancid ones
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Cremated Alive
02:30
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Called upon to the incinerator
I'm not ready to die
Feeling heat from the open flames
I'm still quite alive
No... don't put me in
I'm not a corpse
I must live
My soul is torn
In the crate I hear men speak
I start to sweat as they move me
On the table next to the flames
I will never breathe again
Boils on my feet start to burn
I know that next is my turn
The pain I endured wasn't bad
Now I'm dead many are glad
My death was fine it was real
What is next? Cremated alive
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4. |
Gutfuck
02:33
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A stomach is good for digesting food
But it can be fun although it’s crude
Pick up a whore walking late
Will this be her last date?
It’s fun
It’s wet
I have no regrets
It’s warm
It’s red
This fucking whore is dead
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
It’s fun
It’s wet
I have no regrets
It’s warm
It’s red
This fucking whore is dead
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
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5. |
Blood Dreams
03:48
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People are dying because I dream
Visions of slaughter as I sleep
Gory situations as the mutilated shriek
I wake up dizzy, nauseous and weak
Corridors of blood
Cries of the dead
A nightmare I must hide
Nocturnal homicide
Your death was never intended
Your life is over because my dream ended
Trapped behind a wall of blood
Down the hall a crimson flood
Blood dreams
Blood dreams
Corridors of blood
Cries of the dead
A nightmare I must hide
Nocturnal homicide
People are dying because I dream
Visions of slaughter as I sleep
Gory situation as the mutilated shriek
I wake up dizzy, nauseous and weak
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Piss on Your Grave
01:47
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The third of wars will get you there
Under the ground, under the stare
Sifting through the remains
Corpses are covered with blood stains
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
As the day turn into dark
The reaper feeds upon your heart
You’ve reached the final stage
Eternal torture
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
As you rot you preach gore
You feel pain like never before
Entangled in the breath of hell
Maggot wounds start to swell
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
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Condemned for his strange beliefs
Abnormal practices for a priest
Monestary conviction spelled the end
Now he has his revenge
The purveyor of decay
Rapidly rotting away
The new disciple of gore
The post-embalment lord
gore
Vomitlng festering blood
Until the dry heaves then ensue
The bowels of cadavers are then consumed
By the zombified preacher of the truth
The purveyor of decay
Rapidly rotting away
The new disciple of gore
The post-embalment lord
gore
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8. |
Electric Death
02:14
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You killed and raped an elderly woman
Now you sit on death row
Door slides open, a guard and a priest
Now it's time for you to go
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You start to sweat as you walk down the hall
The prisoners cheer you on
Paying for your crimes, you wait for the call
In a deadly moment, you'll be gone
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You left a wife and two kids behind
Once thought a respectable man
Now you’re dead their lives
To hell your soul will be damned
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You killed and raped an elderly woman
Now you sit on death row
Door slides open, a guard and a priest
Now it's time for you to go
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
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10. |
Joe Kallinger
02:44
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Joe Kallinger wasn’t crazy
Though people would deny it
He was a new savior
A second Jesus Christ
God sent him on a mission
To execute his plan
He came down and told Joe
“Spread blood across the land"
He was not crazy
Free him, save our souls
He’s the next messiah
Worship, bow to Joe
He was told to make a sacrifice
To kill one of his own
He chose to fulfill the goal
By killing his own son
The world’s a sick place
Joe could've cleaned it up
If he killed three million people
Then his family and himself
He was not crazy
Free him, save our souls
He’s the next messiah
Worship, bow to Joe
God is sick and dying
Joe was chosen to replace him
If he passed the test
He'd be killing and re-building
They called them hallucinations
When God talked to him
They put him in a ward
But nothing can stop Joe!!!
He was not crazy
Free him, save our souls
He’s the next messiah
Worship, bow to Joe
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11. |
Crackwhore
01:14
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You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
As you fiend, you force a smile
But without your fix you puke up bile
You live your life fun denial
You get pregnant and sell your child
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
You’re skinny, you smell like shit
You say that you can quit
You can’t admit your sick
But you’ll die without your fix
You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
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You killed and raped an elderly woman
Now you sit on death row
Door slides open, a guard and a priest
Now it's time for you to go
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You start to sweat as you walk down the hall
The prisoners cheer you on
Paying for your crimes, you wait for the call
In a deadly moment, you'll be gone
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You left a wife and two kids behind
Once thought a respectable man
Now you’re dead their llves
To hell your soul will be damned
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
It's your turn to die
You killed and raped an elderly woman
Now you sit on death row
Door slides open, a guard and a priest
Now it's time for you to go
Strapped in a chair
Tape on your eyes
Electric death
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14. |
Orgy of Blood
02:07
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The third of wars will get you there
Under the ground, under the stare
Sifting through the remains
Corpses are covered with blood stains
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
As the day turn into dark
The reaper feeds upon your heart
You’ve reached the final stage
Eternal torture
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
As you rot you preach gore
You feel pain like never before
Entangled in the breath of hell
Maggot wounds start to swell
Your skin decays
Dogs piss on your grave
You feel the chill
Of death
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16. |
Accidental Vasectomy
01:58
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17. |
Covered in Blood
01:34
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18. |
Crackwhore Alt 1
01:17
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You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
As you fiend, you force a smile
But without your fix you puke up bile
You live your life fun denial
You get pregnant and sell your child
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
You’re skinny, you smell like shit
You say that you can quit
You can’t admit your sick
But you’ll die without your fix
You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
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19. |
Crackwhore Alt 2
01:16
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You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
As you fiend, you force a smile
But without your fix you puke up bile
You live your life fun denial
You get pregnant and sell your child
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
You’re skinny, you smell like shit
You say that you can quit
You can’t admit your sick
But you’ll die without your fix
You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
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20. |
Crackwhore Alt 3
01:16
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You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
As you fiend, you force a smile
But without your fix you puke up bile
You live your life fun denial
You get pregnant and sell your child
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
You’re skinny, you smell like shit
You say that you can quit
You can’t admit your sick
But you’ll die without your fix
You robbed and killed to get that fix
Now you suck and wax dudes’ dicks
The crack you smoke has made you stink
Your pussy is black, it once was pink
Smoke that crack, it cools the mind
As the rock of death grinds
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Infamous OG Death Metal band from Royal Oak, MI.
"THE FULL REGURGITATION" reissue has regurged. Rot Magazine, Michigan Death Fest, satanic panic, horror, gore…all that fun stuff. 18+
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