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Anger And Vengeance
01:10
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When The Bough Breaks
06:04
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He in a stable so adored
Not once upon a rhyme
In a manger weaved from straw
It ripped the fabric of time
Yet something else was born that night
In the Devil’s care
Fed nourishing at the breast of beast
Lord of lies beware
Wrapped in warmest skins of goats
Bassinette of coal
His mission, to murder God’s son
And protect our swallowed souls
Through the hourglass they became friends
Playgrounds in the sand
The eyes that pierce remaining soft
Patient with dad’s demands
Growing up with a twitch of mad
Lusting for the spear
Listening too long to those prayers
Harboring no fear
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Fall
Fall
Integral passion for changing the world
To its primitive ways
Collapsing all the towers of light
Into a kingdom of shades
Now with the force of dragon
Evil brings a hammer down
On his foe’s whole life’s work
And forever kindness drowns
Victorious in the killing of it
Cloaked he’s moving on
Into the brothel where Christ’s mother prays
Her virgin womb be gone
Spreading the legs and anxious to come
Proud father stomps a hoof
Waging a war inside this whore
Satan’s second son the proof
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
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Berserker *
03:46
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The Funeral
02:24
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The hour beckons raging rain pours on my procession
Behold life’s graces fell short of forever
The friends that I once loved crept to despair
As I decay in an unholy fervor consummate my funeral
Funeral…
Cries from throats of hypocrites’ winds disrupt my march
Coffin’s body drips with moisture the rain can cleanse no more
Pleasing smell of incense befouls the garden of stone
Funeral…
Pallbearers shiver as my soul descends
Casket catches flames all rise to defend
Spirit ascends from the box I lash out at the prayers
At last I am immortal give praise to what death bears
Filthy mortals give me praise worship my quintessence
Pay me homage for I have risen to devour divinity
Kneel at my hooves and staff light candles in expectance
Turn your back on Christ or no mercy at your funeral
Funeral
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Bible Burner
05:55
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There I sit beleaguered at my tablets in the pitch
Rewriting what needs rewriting with wisdom of the witch
In a chamber in a dungeon deep in an iron chest
Gather up the wick and wax and flick our gaseous best
Creeping down the paragraphs
Disappearing line by line
Editing the fire phrases
Wither off the vine
And so now, the burning begins
Crackling of parchment, box made of tin
Bible burner
In my veins boils blood from Hell itself
And the illusion of a good book slowly sinks
But the epistle for the flock’s little angel wings
Creeping down the paragraphs
Disappearing line by line
Editing the fire phrases
Wither off the vine
And so now, the burning begins
Crackling of parchment, box made of tin
Bible burner
The Devil in a coil spitting venom
Donnal moral cloaks and virtues
Haunting the words of good
By issuing fear and crimson hues
Bodies below the floorboards
Vulvae beneath the beds
Your Jesus in his bedpan
And the lambs all are dead
Religion cannot rescue us
Prayer books could never save
Light candles in some effigies
Your Jesus in a grave
Bible Burner
Oh holy words at your denouement
Bring to me legend and lore
Come what may to this coil
I pervert all you stand for
Unholy words, in your victory
Teach to me thy spells of hex
Come what may be it plague or death
I will go into Hell’s vortex
Bible Burner
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World Wars III and IV
07:45
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CRUCIFIER Boothwyn, Pennsylvania
Founded in September 1990 by Cazz 'The Black Lourde of Crucifixion' Grant III.
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