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Suffocation

Prelude To Repulsion

 

Prelude To Repulsion

(album: Breeding The Spawn - 1993)


Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier
I must alleviate the pain I feel
For soon many will die as they come
Before me with effortless attempts
The search for divine power beckons me
And the only way to achieve is to destroy
Victims of a torn society lay in waste
As I pick through the bloody carcasses
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me

Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter
With bloody weapon in hand, I tear through the limb
Cries of anguish filter through the land, echoing in the valley
Many have tried to come before me with effortless attempts
I sift my way through the fields of dead bodies
Stopping to take a trophy or two

The fields run deep and far, for I have killed many
And I must travel far to reach my destination

My final resting place, where I will be reborn
For now, the air is still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent
I am the last and here I shall remain
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my being

Villages of useless waste, a race which does not deserve to live
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no future

For I am the strong and those which defy me lay in waste
The days of travel are long
And the stench of how many I have killed lingers on

I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my destination

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