Tracks

01. Crown Of Souls
02. Medical Murder
03. Hammer-Forged Blade
04. Forced Attrition
05. This Macabre Fetish
06. The Resurrected
07. Incontestably Evil
08. Crimson Offering
09. Caught Devouring



01. Crown Of Souls

Music by Deeds of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Impulses encase my thoughts
Loss of reasoning ignored
Mutilating, my fetish needs fulfilled
Sickening horrific visions explored

Persistence to see blood spilled
Pools of my horrendous deeds
Disfiguring my perfect specimen
Creating my crown of souls

The impulse to destroy flowing violently
Resurgent, this sickness swallows me
Consuming, engulfing are these needs
Lost awareness of my humanity

Abnormal inhumane sick fantasies
The desires build inside of me
Lashing out at the weak
Fulfilling the world I wish to see

I'm the monster; commanding loathsome deeds
Compelled to create atrocities

I'm the monster; I decide how you die
Subservient, you will fear me
Servant, your soul is now mine

Bathing in my sub consciousness
My own personal mortuary
A writhing sea of dead souls
The emptiness of humanity

The impulse to destroy flowing violently
Resurgent, this sickness swallows me
Consuming, engulfing are these needs
Lost awareness of my humanity

Impulses encase my thoughts
Loss of reasoning ignored
Persistence to see their blood spilled
Sickening horrific visions explored


02. Medical Murder

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Eric Lindmark
Systematic probing of the human body's pathologies
Sparing none

Mengele, madman of science
Divided from himself, empithiless
In a time of free barbarity

Unspeakable tribulations
Of genetic tampering to build better soldiers
Perfect armies

Wall full of eyes
From twins killed in experiments
Dissecting the code of the inferior
The unworthy of life

Put in cages and tortured
To see how long they could survive
Direct injection of caustic chemicals
Into the womb, Sickly consumed
Organs removed, sickly consumed

Live dissection of infants
Amputation, Obliteration
Twins reunited, resected
Organs removed, sickly consumed
Organs removed, sickly consumed

Thrown in fire, innocent babies burning
Can't escape the gasoline flames

Injected with deadly disease
And recorded the agonies of death
Stood full weight on the pregnant
Chronicled the length of fetus expulsion

Separating, Liquidating
Some would live, Most would die

Experimental torture without anesthesia
Medical murder

Retched doctor thrives
On the human pain and suffering
Decaying infant eyes hanging on the wall
Dead inside
Left to get away with homicide
Thousands died

Mengele, madman of science
Divided from himself, empithiless
In a time of free barbarity
Wall full of eyes
From twins killed in experiments
Dissecting the code of the inferior
The unworthy of life

Surreal clinical brutality
Killed for just examination
Kicking and screaming they were not dreaming
All who came, murdered and maimed
All who came, murdered and maimed


03. Hammer-Forged Blade

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Mouse
Born of power and steel
With the anger and will of many men
Fighting for his kind from power within
With death's cold waiting hands

Forged long ago
Wrapped around in swirling flames
Hardened by my enemies' blood
Wealth shaped by my swinging blade
The battle-forged grip of a seafarer
Risen from the darkness of war
Dripping with my enemies blood
Glory cut by my mighty sword
And the shining iron edge's might

My Hammer-Forged blade
Bloodthirsty and ready for battle
Striking fear over my enemy's spear
I tear the life from their bodies
My bladework, they'll never forget

My bladework, they'll never forget
And death's cold grip
Dragging them in a corpse-like way

When the battle horn sounds
With an angry sword
I beat back the enemy horde
Towards death's cold waiting hands

My weapon and its fury, its precision
An extension of my person
Barbaric rage fuels the might
From which it's driven
Mauling all before its path

Weary of their vanishing lives
My iron hacks through the air
Chopping with my hammer-forged blade
Ending their lives
Their heads roll at my side
I tear the life from their bodies
With an angry sword
Driven into oblivion
None survive

Forged long ago
Wrapped around in swirling flames
Hardened by my enemies' blood
Wealth shaped by my swinging blade
The battle-forged grip of a seafarer
Risen from the darkness of war
Dripping with my enemies blood
Glory cut by my mighty sword
And the shining iron edge's might


04. Forced Attrition

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Massive artillery bombardment
Counter insurgency, the reckoning
Unleashed furiously upon
The inept and morally oblivious army

Exact execution of killing
Leaving limp and battered shells to fester in the sun
Delivering atonement for murder and mutilation
The enemy flees in panic

Leaderless, cowering to mercenaries
Retribution, hunt them down
Kill them all, forced attrition

Concussing the rebellion back
Through their own killing fields
Fleeing over a sea of maggots
Releasing the stench of a weeks death
Forced to a village of atrocities

They had just finished recently
Regrouped and hungry for more killing
The painted platoon picks off the exposed
Then creep in, to finish off the rest

Exact execution of killing
Leaving limp and battered Shells to fester in the sun
Delivering atonement for murder
Death was the errand and the fate they deserved

The sky's on fire, smell humans burning
Can't believe what they see
Unrelenting butchery

Entering a village deceased
Baring witness to thrawn barbarity
Raped, penetrated, and hacked
Were victims of genocidal attack


05. This Macabre Fetish

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
This macabre fetish
Some held against their will
Usually knocked
Unconscious from battery
Drugged or Asphyxiated
Then put in a tub of ice
Dropping bodily temperatures
To replicate that of being dead
Cold to the touch and violated

Necrophilia sex
Copied with the living volunteers
So they play roles
In this macabre fetish

Necrophilic fantasy
Masturbating feverishly
Painted up, playing the corpse
Still and vile

So they play roles
In this macabre fetish

Necrophilic fantasy
Masturbating feverishly
Painted up, playing the corpse
Still and vile

Willingly acting deceased
Lifeless and motionless
While their partners
Have their way with them
Sometimes strangling
Each other for ultimate release
A compulsion to love death
An erotic attraction to corpses
Perfect subjugation
Sex with the beautiful dead


06. The Resurrected

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Black magic or a trick of Voodoo priests?
Zombification, a reality in Haiti

Fear not the living dead
Walking the streets Fear becoming, that which is seen
Created slaves poisoned, then resurrected
The buried alive

Left in a catatonic state
Not aware of that horrific fate
But the hell is not over
Brian dead
Forced into a life of slavery
Never returning to humanity

Blackened eyes
Wandering endlessly
Not aware, not alive
Been resurrected
Been revived

Feeling nothing
Lost and confused
Empty inside
Life is refused

Violated the law
Of the secret society

Induced into a death-like state
Killed, revived, and maintained
By a black magic lord

Decreased to a freak devoid of thoughts
The living dead walking the streets
Blank inside
Mindless, Soulless, Devoid of life
Mindless, Soulless, Devoid of life

Blackened eyes
Wandering endlessly
Not aware, not alive
Been resurrected
Been revived

Violated the law
Of the secret society
Induced into a death-like state
Killed, revived, and maintained
By a black magic lord

Left in a catatonic state
Not aware of that horrific fate
But the hell is not over
Brian dead
Forced into a life of slavery
Never returning to humanity


07. Incontestably Evil

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Excremental vision of an empire poisoned
Endarkenment of the early age
Power induced regression
From all moral thoughts
Murder was glorious to behold

In the mind of a sadist
Where freedom and pleasure
Expand and flourish from
From another's pain

Suffering, and Humiliation
Nero, the true anti-christ
Privately execrated, publicly admired, Obeyed

Matricide
Ingenious depravities
Extremes of procreative energy

Concatenations of filthy transgressions
Incest, adultery, sodomy, sacrilege

Unleashed upon the masses
Incontestably evil
Free form conscience
In the mind of a sadist
Evil is attractive, aesthetic
What an artist this world has lost

Excremental vision of an empire poisoned
Endarkenment of the early age
Power induced regression
From all moral thoughts
Murder was glorious to behold

Suffering, and Humiliation
Nero, the true anti-christ
Privately execrated, publicly admired, Obeyed


08. Crimson Offering

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Through a process of absorption and conquest
Rituals of blood to appease the divine
Offerings of life
To feed the gods' hunger
Captured in battle or from tribute
The war god is especially thirsty
To invoke the spirits of the sun and war
Prevention of plague, defeat, and famine
A scene of darkness and death
Royal libation of blood

Waterfalls of red fall from the pyramid
Producing lakes of blood
Covering pits full of corpses, piled a hundred high

Ritual sacrifice on a vast scale
Never seen before or since
Communion with superior beings
The gods are thirsty, they must be fed

With a steady supply of human hearts
And Crimson offering
The blood of sacrifice
For expiation, and perpetuating life

To honor the gods
Of the earth, and the rain, and fire

The horror, the honor
Surrounded by the unworthy
Spread eagle on a round stone
Content to die

Waterfalls of red fall from the pyramid
Producing lakes of blood
Covering pits full of corpses, piled a hundred high
With an obsidian knife
Chests are cut open, they're still alive!

Removal of still beating
Removal of still beating hearts
Blood flows like rivers
Bodies tossed to the bottom
One hundred high
So the sun will rise

Through a process of absorption and conquest
Rituals of blood to appease the divine
Offerings of life
To feed the gods' hunger
Captured in battle or from tribute
The war god is especially thirsty
To invoke the spirits of the sun and war
Prevention of plague, defeat, and famine
A scene of darkness and death
To ward off the fury and wrath


09. Caught Devouring

Music by Deeds Of Flesh
Lyrics by Erik Lindmark
Left as five, returned as one
Searching for bounty
Their findings are plentiful
Greedily, he wants all for himself

He kills the others in their sleep
Low on food, or perhaps a twisted fetish
He eats their remains,
Then blames the four men's death
On nature

On weather and wolves
Bodies supposedly maimed
By wild scavengers
But skeptics want more proof
Of how they died

Not believing
The possible
Anthropophagus
All are exhumed
For more research

Studies on the skeletal corpses
Tell a very different story
Butcher-like cuts on bone
Skulls fractures from hatchet wounds

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On weather and wolves
Bodies supposedly maimed
By wild scavengers
But skeptics want more proof
Of how they died

Blows and cuts
To consistent between them
No animals could have left these marks
Found guilty of the murders
And sentenced to death
The first cannibal
Caught with forensic science