Gore Lord (Entrail's Feast With Infected Rakes)

Skinless, eyeless, horrorful creatures of nighmare
Coming out of skull-spliting thoughts
Defenseless, remoreless, not so innocent deads
Imaging themselves for the last time
Reckless, pityless, swarm of infected rakes
Dancing together in a torment of blood

The feast of lost comprehension
The carnival of cannibal
The party of animosity
Birth of the Faceless One

Turning upside down, entrails in the air
Rakes running low, deathly pierced slaves
Neverborned regrets, flowing in rivers
The sounds of agony, reflecting their will
Blood and hunger, sign of the upcoming rupture
Opening the last breach, to this world of disease

The blades of immortal revenge
The rakes of undefined slaughter
The claws of genocidal instinct
Birht of the Faceless One

Penguin's Bloody Vomit

As my eyes turn down
Again the puke is coming
I hope not to repeat it
But eating fish is my apocalypse

The stream of my stomach
From down the bottomless pit
My intestine are burning
And my blood spilling over
The dead camel corpse

It's not the end
Nor the beginning
It's a vicious and lame
Circle of infamic spasms
Organic bloodshed, forever

Rolling on the day
Of perpetual offering
My vital fluids coming out
I cannot substain this loss
It's over my penguin's body

Bloody mouth, scared thoughts
Missing tongue, horrific pain
My penguin's bloody vomit
Coming again, with my rage
In the face of the CAMEL