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Grindcore's GOD
Lyrics : Information certainly detained
Paranoia near omniscient
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Flow my tears, the policeman said.
Flow my tears
Along the platform track, narrow blind line
Hostage management a formula, for a new kind of lifeless life
Assimilation seen through
To an incomplete, a prototype, rote.
Infocentric time line driven
Ready? Die !
Grindcore's GOD
Lyrics : Information certainly detained
Paranoia near omniscient
Updated files accessorize
Flow my tears, the policeman said.
Flow my tears
Along the platform track, narrow blind line
Hostage management a formula, for a new kind of lifeless life
Assimilation seen through
To an incomplete, a prototype, rote.
Infocentric time line driven
Ready? Die !

![Morbid Angel - Evil Spells
Altar Of Madness !!!
Lyrics : [Solo: Azagthoth]
Caught within my evil spell
Now its time to burn in hell
You were fooled on return
Youre just a doll for him to burn
See the reaper in his eyes
Messenger - prince of flies
Brain washed with sin and death
Time to burn - my evil wrath
Evil spells...[X2]
[Solo: Azagthoth]
Bring the children down to burn
Once you fall - no return
Sin takes you by surprise
On this backwards hellbound ride
Gates of hell drawing near
Satan loves the taste of fear
Quenching all with black desire
Burn your souls in furnace fire
Evil spells...[X2]
[Solo: Brunelle]
Evil spell of the dead
Messengers of your death
Falling endless in your tomb
Locked within infernal doom
See the reaper in my eyes
Messenger - prince of flies
Warlocks voice surrounds your dreams
Baking soul within your screams
Evil spells...[X2]
[Solo: Brunelle] Morbid Angel - Evil Spells](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/LtHi7RjU6wQ/mqdefault.jpg)

![Nasum - The Black Swarm/Sixteen
R.I.P
Lyrics : [The Black Swarm]
Excessive cleansing
Washing away the blood
from your shaking hands
Coughing up filth
Its like nothing is clean when
your mind still is dirty
The swarm is near...
Panics rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies
Sick, turning sicker
It creeps on you,
but thats nothing new
Finally realizing
What weve always known,
that youre the bug
The swarm is here...
Panics rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies
Flying high with flies
Sick, turning sicker, turning sick, fucking sick
[Sixteen]
Try to purify
The well of dirty lies
Overflown with deadly sins
An attempt to pacify
With orders to comply
A calm breeze before it all begins
Often wonder why
The dont realize
Why they think Im in their way
Leave my throne behind
Take on my empty shadows
As I finally - finally - fall from grace
A society without grief
An order with no time for mourning ! Nasum - The Black Swarm/Sixteen](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/M-jhFnCoA6c/mqdefault.jpg)






