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Midnight's come, darkness hails
cold as stone, your life fails
Hateful, dead, revengeful corpses,
rise from the grave!
Grey rotten skin, empty eyes
no matter where you run, everyone dies
Exposed bones, decaying hair,
they'll grab you into the Dead Man's lair!
Lifeless, putrefied, sealed in blood,
half a billion zombies, where is your god?
Fear and end your life, see evil rising
as they rise from the grave!
Unbearable smell, disgusting sight,
the deadman's army rises might,
no escape, no exit,
WE ALL FUCKING DIE!
No way out, desperation's in the sky,
anxiety crawls into you as the deadman grabs your neck.
Tear you to pieces, bathe in your blood,
they crush your ribs and smoke your cock.
Fucking nightmare, no way out,
death is my destiny, there is no doubt.
Die or kill myself, what do I choose?
The zombies come, tough shit, you lose!
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Blood stained rusty nails
rotting flesh starts to reek
thorns are piercing through his skin
Jesus Christ, the zombie scum
God is dead, religion rots
God despised, religion kills
God destroyed, must resist,
yet did he ever EXIST?
Religion is a fucking plague
SICKNESS
Run before it's way too late
SICKNESS
Religion is a fucking plague
SICKNESS
It fills your brains with wrath and hate
Pestilent priest, whorish nuns
They have children eating their cunts
Their tongue then rots and falls to pieces
nothing lasts, they're just plain feces
Bishops decapitated, Pope dismembered,
cardinals beheaded, victims remembered.
Centuries of tearing flesh,
now you die your gory DEATH!
Cracking bones, ripping flesh,
gore, this Church's a mess
Scum of the Earth,
here's your death!
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Procession, silent,
reckless mourning souls
Empty, bleak tears,
marching nameless ghouls
Through the graveyard,
stepping on dry grass,
grieving rusty churchbells,
they guide the march.
Digging down the fresh soil,
gravedigger carrying toil,
as the rotten wooden coffin
is lowered towards the pit.
Then the show is over,
everything is gone.
Long row of black shadows,
leave a trail of death.
Funeral procession...
Path of death...
Dirge, woe...
Funeral march...
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Cerebral slaughter,
pen-shaped scalpel.
Creating herds of sheep robots
we'll call it education
Putrid tentacles through your nostrils
strangling brains until exhaustion
Don't try to question!
Dry their brains out,
no thought nor feelings.
Maniac surgeons gone mad,
punish you if you're bad.
Don't dare not follow my instructions,
burn your neurons, psych destruction!
Mental carnage, braincell havoc
12 years of annihilation
Now you're done, our greate creation
a machine, society's invention
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Thick air, smog
Old buildings gnawed by time and dust
their rough cold facade tearing down
A handful denourished trees
People run and hide
In alleys they do cry
As they push it in
into their bloodstream
the juice of their demise
Love was murdered
Beneath the soil it was dragged
Now a concrete grave lies all over it
as we see mankid die
A park of desolation
children play no more
only a handful of beggars
their veins pierced and sore
This town is rotten, full of crap
just another shithole on the map
Is this what we're living for?
A shallow, empty existence, that's all.
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Gone... He'll never come back...
Solitude... His voices in my mind.
Temperature rising... (My) nipples aroused.
His cold dead body pulls me.
With the aid of me fork..
I pull out his empty mirrors of life
Now we'll remember
The memories of our past
His wet eyeball feels so soft...
My arm wanders down my body
Until it reaches passion mount
My fingers open my gates of pleasure
Unconsciously, I introduce it in myself
Do you like what you see, honey?
Do you remember our time?
Your eyeball in my cunt, so good.
With this needle I'll go blind,
Reality doesn't make sense..
I only want to see beautiful things
Blood streaming down my cheeks, warm
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A thick gray fog from the witches' brew
steaming out the cauldron of death and doom.
Covering the cemetery, blurring your sight.
Sorrow fills your lungs, you wish to die.
GRAVEYARD FOG!
All life rots and the sky turns black.
GRAVEYARD FOG!
Walking by the gravestones through a dusty ol' track
GRAVEYARD FOG!
This smoke fills my nostrils, why was I born?
GRAVEYARD FOG!
Fuck it all now, no point to mourn.
The fog prevails, goes down the soil.
To live while dead, your daily toil.
To ponder if this is life or dream.
The fog tears your skin, now you're clean.
A million voices in your head,
towards your grave you will be led.
Nothing can save you, help nor meds.
This gray fog, it means you're dead.
Blood and guts stain the ground,
within the gray fog you'll be found.
My touch is freezing, frosty and cold,
I'm the gray fog from the underworld.
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First demo of old school Death/Doom band Finem Vitae, recorded August 2013 at Candlesmoke Studio, Alicante (Spain).
All songs ©2013 Finem Vitae
Recording and mixing by Feigr Jenkins at Candlesmoke Studio.
Mastered by Luca Martello at H-SOUND Mastering Studio, Manchester, UK
Artwork by Ásólfr.
released September 3, 2013
Pietro B - Guitar, Vox, Viola (intro)
David L - Bass, Drums, Lyrics
