Feeding the Meatgrinder
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โฑ๏ธ 4:03 duration
๐ ID: 31172330
๐ Lyrics
Violent detritus of a festival of human fatalities
The ravaging veins bleeding the vomit earth
Where torturous logic meets tradition and death
The scatography of the martyrs and the nature of the festiveness
The violence of deletion, the decimation
Intercourse of hate and scandal in the very midst
The slaughterhouse in which is created to lie the last dance
Initiate the final dance
A year is spent with carnage which nobody hears
The carnal bliss of bodies mutilated
Faces get reared until no replacement
The common thoughts in the crowd to pick up and stab
Foresee the rekindling of hate and carnage
For the humans, it's one last time for the planet
For the species that is to run this
Stay and die
Hunting to the last man
The mighty man would rip the wrath
Of our silent voices
Yours continue to give or take
Just kowtow
Before the meat grinder
Murdered, tortured, battering to the brick
Counting hours of ruination
The more they kill the more commemoration
Did someone judge me a dirt hole counting lost bodies?
Guess who will be the one to die
In the age of fourth and complete decay to the horror
As the terror of the building is to fire the horror
A place where men are either broken, destroyed or made
Made to fucking scream
The hunting to the last man
The mighty man would not surrender
To stay and die the choice is made
The body tearing the gears of the meat grinder
Death is cloaked in eternal hope
With absinthe hopes
Rises through the throat
From beyond our throes
The beacon grows
What's begun
Pursuing the death
Sentenced from your own end
Final moments in the skin
Into the belly of the beast
Tell me the massacre
Like the gods before
In the end
I feel the skin burn
Chosen cairn
The ritual's passive and no one is spared
The final moment
The last dance
I feel the skin will break tense
The ravaging veins bleeding the vomit earth
Where torturous logic meets tradition and death
The scatography of the martyrs and the nature of the festiveness
The violence of deletion, the decimation
Intercourse of hate and scandal in the very midst
The slaughterhouse in which is created to lie the last dance
Initiate the final dance
A year is spent with carnage which nobody hears
The carnal bliss of bodies mutilated
Faces get reared until no replacement
The common thoughts in the crowd to pick up and stab
Foresee the rekindling of hate and carnage
For the humans, it's one last time for the planet
For the species that is to run this
Stay and die
Hunting to the last man
The mighty man would rip the wrath
Of our silent voices
Yours continue to give or take
Just kowtow
Before the meat grinder
Murdered, tortured, battering to the brick
Counting hours of ruination
The more they kill the more commemoration
Did someone judge me a dirt hole counting lost bodies?
Guess who will be the one to die
In the age of fourth and complete decay to the horror
As the terror of the building is to fire the horror
A place where men are either broken, destroyed or made
Made to fucking scream
The hunting to the last man
The mighty man would not surrender
To stay and die the choice is made
The body tearing the gears of the meat grinder
Death is cloaked in eternal hope
With absinthe hopes
Rises through the throat
From beyond our throes
The beacon grows
What's begun
Pursuing the death
Sentenced from your own end
Final moments in the skin
Into the belly of the beast
Tell me the massacre
Like the gods before
In the end
I feel the skin burn
Chosen cairn
The ritual's passive and no one is spared
The final moment
The last dance
I feel the skin will break tense
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.38] Violent detritus of a festival of human fatalities
[00:13.56] The ravaging veins bleeding the vomit earth
[00:16.02] Where torturous logic meets tradition and death
[00:18.20] The scatography of the martyrs and the nature of the festiveness
[00:25.85] The violence of deletion, the decimation
[00:28.01] Intercourse of hate and scandal in the very midst
[00:30.98] The slaughterhouse in which is created to lie the last dance
[00:34.42] Initiate the final dance
[00:36.06] A year is spent with carnage which nobody hears
[00:37.98] The carnal bliss of bodies mutilated
[00:38.99] Faces get reared until no replacement
[00:40.18] The common thoughts in the crowd to pick up and stab
[00:41.80] Foresee the rekindling of hate and carnage
[00:54.53] For the humans, it's one last time for the planet
[00:59.42] For the species that is to run this
[01:04.91] Stay and die
[01:08.78] Hunting to the last man
[01:12.20] The mighty man would rip the wrath
[01:15.05] Of our silent voices
[01:17.05] Yours continue to give or take
[01:19.65] Just kowtow
[01:21.86] Before the meat grinder
[01:25.48] Murdered, tortured, battering to the brick
[01:26.73] Counting hours of ruination
[01:29.62] The more they kill the more commemoration
[01:32.13] Did someone judge me a dirt hole counting lost bodies?
[01:35.39] Guess who will be the one to die
[01:37.63] In the age of fourth and complete decay to the horror
[01:41.51] As the terror of the building is to fire the horror
[01:45.93] A place where men are either broken, destroyed or made
[01:53.43] Made to fucking scream
[01:58.69] The hunting to the last man
[02:02.17] The mighty man would not surrender
[02:05.35] To stay and die the choice is made
[02:07.50] The body tearing the gears of the meat grinder
[02:58.63] Death is cloaked in eternal hope
[03:00.98] With absinthe hopes
[03:03.06] Rises through the throat
[03:04.66] From beyond our throes
[03:06.23] The beacon grows
[03:07.86] What's begun
[03:08.95] Pursuing the death
[03:10.70] Sentenced from your own end
[03:14.27] Final moments in the skin
[03:17.78] Into the belly of the beast
[03:24.81] Tell me the massacre
[03:33.98] Like the gods before
[03:37.85] In the end
[03:39.42] I feel the skin burn
[03:40.93] Chosen cairn
[03:41.92] The ritual's passive and no one is spared
[03:43.97] The final moment
[03:45.10] The last dance
[03:46.59] I feel the skin will break tense
[03:49.50]
[00:13.56] The ravaging veins bleeding the vomit earth
[00:16.02] Where torturous logic meets tradition and death
[00:18.20] The scatography of the martyrs and the nature of the festiveness
[00:25.85] The violence of deletion, the decimation
[00:28.01] Intercourse of hate and scandal in the very midst
[00:30.98] The slaughterhouse in which is created to lie the last dance
[00:34.42] Initiate the final dance
[00:36.06] A year is spent with carnage which nobody hears
[00:37.98] The carnal bliss of bodies mutilated
[00:38.99] Faces get reared until no replacement
[00:40.18] The common thoughts in the crowd to pick up and stab
[00:41.80] Foresee the rekindling of hate and carnage
[00:54.53] For the humans, it's one last time for the planet
[00:59.42] For the species that is to run this
[01:04.91] Stay and die
[01:08.78] Hunting to the last man
[01:12.20] The mighty man would rip the wrath
[01:15.05] Of our silent voices
[01:17.05] Yours continue to give or take
[01:19.65] Just kowtow
[01:21.86] Before the meat grinder
[01:25.48] Murdered, tortured, battering to the brick
[01:26.73] Counting hours of ruination
[01:29.62] The more they kill the more commemoration
[01:32.13] Did someone judge me a dirt hole counting lost bodies?
[01:35.39] Guess who will be the one to die
[01:37.63] In the age of fourth and complete decay to the horror
[01:41.51] As the terror of the building is to fire the horror
[01:45.93] A place where men are either broken, destroyed or made
[01:53.43] Made to fucking scream
[01:58.69] The hunting to the last man
[02:02.17] The mighty man would not surrender
[02:05.35] To stay and die the choice is made
[02:07.50] The body tearing the gears of the meat grinder
[02:58.63] Death is cloaked in eternal hope
[03:00.98] With absinthe hopes
[03:03.06] Rises through the throat
[03:04.66] From beyond our throes
[03:06.23] The beacon grows
[03:07.86] What's begun
[03:08.95] Pursuing the death
[03:10.70] Sentenced from your own end
[03:14.27] Final moments in the skin
[03:17.78] Into the belly of the beast
[03:24.81] Tell me the massacre
[03:33.98] Like the gods before
[03:37.85] In the end
[03:39.42] I feel the skin burn
[03:40.93] Chosen cairn
[03:41.92] The ritual's passive and no one is spared
[03:43.97] The final moment
[03:45.10] The last dance
[03:46.59] I feel the skin will break tense
[03:49.50]