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Splatterhouse - The House That Dead Built
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The House That Dead Built

(2004)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresDeathgrind
LabelsRazorback Recordings
Album rating :  90 / 100
Votes :  1
1. Baptizing The Dead
Track rating :  90 / 100       Votes :  1       [ ]
Below the surface, A den of iniquity, My brain has been boiling with a fiendish scheme, Born of a whore
and shunned since birth, An outcasted creature of ill repute, I will raise up the dead to exact my revenge, A ruthless plague of expired
flesh, I know what you are thinking, It's been tried before, But I will surpass all attempts of yore, I've tried incantations, the book of the
dead, Voodoo spells all and to have no effect, I tried hocus pocus and just having faith, Even Dahmer's will lobotomy of the brain, But that
shit's for suckers as I would soon see by raiding the cupboard in the lavatory, Unholy condition, A chemical stew, A cauldron of
caustics, A goreghastly brew, Slashing, blood splashing, sucking the life, picking you down to the bone, Slitting, chest splitting, Slurp
human tripe, The seeds for revenge have been sown, Legion of fiends, inspiring dread, Anointing cadavers with prescription meds, Giving
salvation to putrefied heads, Baptizing the dead! Foul potpour! With a puke colored hue, Injecting the corpses, Running it through, The
stew is now bubbling, Burning your eyes, synthetic revival, The dead I will rise, No eyes of the newt, No bat wings were dried, Just Zoloft,
Viagra and Formaldehyde, The latter to scour, Viagra to rise and anti depressants to keep zombified, Gnashing and thrashing, Your
organs are ripe, From their mouth drips an offensive foam, Mutilating, maiming, Your shriek terrified as your viscera is exposed, My troops
are all content to wallow in gore, But the dosage lasts only 3 hours...maybe 4, These initial experiments have brought repelling
results, But my zombies endurance is what needs improving most, I have spent my short life shrouded in pity and shame, My only desire
left to become mankinds bane, With my army of undead fiends your fucking heads I will claim, Leaving an amorphous, Putrefied mass
in out pestilent wake, Slashing, blood splashing, sucking the life, picking you down to the bone, Slitting, check splitting, Slurp human
tripe, The seeds of revenge have been sown, Gnawing and thrashing, Your organs are ripe, From their mouth drips an offensive foam,
Maiming, mutilating, You shriek, terrified as your viscera is exposed!
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