Harvest Lyrics
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Album | EP 2004(2004) |
Type | EP |
Genres | Brutal Death Metal, Technical Death Metal |
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1. Harvest
The first thing he does after abduction
Is to remove the eyeballs and teeth
He watches and becomes aroused
Masturbating he senses your fear
Back from his realm of paradise
He’s returned to sacrifice
Euphoric rush of endorphin release
To kill again
What he extracts
Pieces replaced
With PVC pipe
The heat form a single light bulb
Is the only thing your naked body feels
You hear a muffled cry
As memories fill your mind
The thoughts of your family
Frozen now are moments in time
Struggling is no use no way to break free
Rotting as they worship
His idyllic deity
He has created a
Angel of sorts
From the righteous he has created his god
He grabs the pliers and begins to remove
Your finger and toe nails pulled from your flesh
The tearing of your skin as your nails are being ripped
HE NEEDS THEM FOR THE WINGS
Your sense begin to work as never before
The smell of mildew, feces and blood
You know you are not
The first in this place
You choke on your blood
For in the neighboring room
He has created
He has created a
Congregation of corpses
Rotting as they worship
His idyllic deity
He has created a
Angel of sorts
From the righteous he has created his god
His GOD
Is to remove the eyeballs and teeth
He watches and becomes aroused
Masturbating he senses your fear
Back from his realm of paradise
He’s returned to sacrifice
Euphoric rush of endorphin release
To kill again
What he extracts
Pieces replaced
With PVC pipe
The heat form a single light bulb
Is the only thing your naked body feels
You hear a muffled cry
As memories fill your mind
The thoughts of your family
Frozen now are moments in time
Struggling is no use no way to break free
Rotting as they worship
His idyllic deity
He has created a
Angel of sorts
From the righteous he has created his god
He grabs the pliers and begins to remove
Your finger and toe nails pulled from your flesh
The tearing of your skin as your nails are being ripped
HE NEEDS THEM FOR THE WINGS
Your sense begin to work as never before
The smell of mildew, feces and blood
You know you are not
The first in this place
You choke on your blood
For in the neighboring room
He has created
He has created a
Congregation of corpses
Rotting as they worship
His idyllic deity
He has created a
Angel of sorts
From the righteous he has created his god
His GOD
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EP 2004 - Lyrics
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