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Serum Of Life
04:32
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Serum of life.
Hidden in the lab,the writings of my master
I study To take to life a dead body
No one can understand the genius
of inverting the state of death to living.
Reanimator of life. Breaking death's dominion
Vein located. Needle engaged. Artery pierced, time flows backward.
Injection. Resurrection. Inject. React. Return.
Breathless flesh underneath my scalpel. I inject the poison to live.
Undisturbed my experiment continues
The serum of life behind the brain will flow
Soon I will be the master of life and death
who takes back to us who's already gone.
Reanimator of life. Breaking death's dominion.
Expired flesh now returns. The silence I wake from the tomb
I bring back the pulse, with poison in its beat
Serum of life.
I am the guide, the soul I destroyed. From my hand, rot reborns.
This formula through science all the corpses reanimates.
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Verdict
03:46
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I am closed in a room, sweating cold waiting their attack
They are unstoppable, created to kill, no light in their eyes
If I only can come back, my god, I’ll destroy them all,
It's too late, it's too late, They are everywhere,
Pushing at the door. They wanna enter.
They wanna destroy, their only purpose is to kill
The air is rotting. They remember I've made monsters.
This room is not safe. It's a waiting grave.
I hear them breathing through the cracks.
They are whispering my name.
They are full of hate. And it is all for me.
The walls of this lab will be my tomb.
Waiting will drive me mad.
I hear my name whispered by shadows.
I fed their life with poison. And now I wait for the venom to return.
They should be back by now. They should be dead again.
They should never have moved at all. They are not gone.
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Better Left Dead
03:41
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There’s no light, no air in this agony
Just the crushing weight of silence.
My buried mind still screams in paralysis
My stomach dissolves
My hunger still remains.
A Murderous instinct, let me moving
Searching for the next one.
Blind to life in love with death, my hunt is clear.
No one can stop me, and I will never do
Some things are better left dead
My hunger is for blood
Eating flesh is a killing spree
My instinct sharpens, breathing out rot.
I used to be man. Now a corpsed crime.
I will find the hand that pulled me back
Driven by curse, let me out of this body.
Some things are better left dead
Undead monsters, perfect killers.
Flesh eaters. Back to life, only to kill.
Reanimation. Damnation. Unstoppable.
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Under the harvest moon,
a sickness crawls through the earth,
blackened grain, poisoned seed,
twists the world, visions of demons.
In the darkness, witches whisper.
Their names forgotten, lost to the flames.
The body burns, tormented by the fire.
Witches dance writhing in agony.
Its poison feeds the flames of madness.
Ergot in the blood, the mind devoured.
Visions burn like fire in the night
as the hunt for witches turns into dust.
The cursed grain, the harvest of doom,
feeds the madness that drives them all.
Witches' curse grows stronger in burning fields.
The land thirsts for blood and ashes of burnt flesh,
Shredded by visions
The hunted and the burning, lost to damnation
forever trapped in this hallucination.
Reality crumbles into the void.
Shadows will speak as the dead walk in twisted dreams.
Witches will remain in corrupted minds.
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Miasmic Serum Treviso, Italy
Miasmic Serum is a viperous old school death metal band that is conceptually related to poisoning, intoxication on the whole, toxic plants, animal venoms, and even personal previous psycho-nautical experiences. In fact, Miasmic Serum stands for an unhealthy exhalation of a serum, which can be identified in the animal and plant kingdoms. ... more
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