Open Battles
Vs Mystic

Instant Gratification
The wreath which is weaving, woven full of lies.
Bore out of teachery, it snuffs out your cries.
Once sacrilege, to take the life of another.
Now common practice, to kill all others.
Sadistic ways, portrayal of death done.
Hands grasp at wounds, ongoing penetration.
Bone marrow twisted, white sockets shattered,
Black flesh blistered, hungry maggots grow fatter.
Tendons snap, cartilage corroding.
Contorted muscles flap, clotted blood flowing.
Carcasses lie piled, some gaping, some rotted.
Yellow pus dripping, putrid and hottened.
Bluing flesh quivers, loosened and bloated.
Final stage of death, rigor mortis unfolded.
Faces of white staring right through you.
This hellish sight knows you're its own fool.
My mind is racing with thoughts so obscene
Superior force, this conquest unseen
The slaughter of others is all that I crave
My chains of decency starting to break
Never a suspect for kills in the past
Leaving no evidence I cover my track
I thought I conquered my demons inside
Rebirth of terror augmenting through time


The Faces Of Death
tensions on both sides
we're paralyzed and victimized
we're terrified and petrified
demoralized and mortified
of genocide and suicide
and patricide and cyanide
we're pacified by every side

Open Battles
Vs Mystic

Open Battles
Vs Mystic