POWER OF GROUND LYRICS

1. When Love Turns Revenge

I was a fool to think
This was a different love story,
The dimwit gazing the sky
Like some fascinating fairy-tale.

I knew I was a bloody spineless asshole,
But she was also a siren with her allure,
So there wasn't actually something I could've done,
Like Cleopatra, crafted with irresistible desire.

Not the game of childish love,
It's her art of seduction,
Ripping open layers of my wall,
Defenseless and desperate.
The only thing on my frigging mind
Was to fuck her like a beast (all the time).

I was played like a plastic toy with screw attaching different joints of my body,
Sex was the only bid that you played,
And played it with maddening grace,
You thought you were a courtesan as you were fuckin' rich,
But I opened my eyes to see nothing more than a cheap
Bangladeshi whore.

When love turns revenge,
I don't tame you in my hell,
When love turn revenge,
I don't feast on your body,
When love turn revenge,
I cage you in my hell,
When love turn revenge,
I let the maggots in my hell feast on you.

2. Murder Is an Art

Referred as "long pig",
Human's not bred for its meat.
Like animals raised for slaughter,
In a controlled environment.

Pickle
Soup
With hands
And feet.
Skin
Made
Into
Fried rinds.

Water for its feed to flush its system,
Purge the stored toxins and wastes.
No animal's allowed to age for thirty years.
But I picked this "ripe" Caucasian female
In twenties.

Pickle
Soup
With hands
And feet.
Skin
Made
Into fried rinds.

My butchers block's been waiting
For ritual of angel fire sacrifice

Dig my long-bladed knife deep,
Cut through the neck-larynx.
Sever internal external carotid arteries,
The major blood vessels.

I slice away the muscle and ligament
From the jawline
Twisting it off from the spinal chord
I flay the carcass get rid of the hair and
The tiny glands which produce sweat and oil.

And my angel bleeds fire!

Gutting!
Remove the arms!

Carried blood from the heart to the head, face, and brain
Allow for the blood to drain.
I boil the strips
And peel the layers,
Then cut into pieces
And fat fry in oil.

I am the butcher
Sent for the holiness
Serving for the gods and
The cannibal community

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3. The Butcher

Born in a Catholic family,
I've always surrendered myself
In the service of my lord.
To cleanse this world from evil.

A critic of social norm
At birth, I've created, my own ways
For His Holiness to prevail.
For evil to surrender itself.

Murder!

Severed penis from the rapist,
Hands n tongue from the abuser,
Head from the then minister,
Brain and body of the Satan worshiper.

Taking the severed body parts
Preserved in the pursuit of my dark virtues
I sew them
With the art of my murder
The ultimate offering!

Murder – perceived as evil in
The context of the social judgment,
Is the weapon in my moral paradox.
Assembling the most evil human parts to offer
The perfect sinner.

To my master in the heavens.

My sermon and chants are ready
To celebrate His Greatness.
The perfect sinner is ready for the offering,
The time I'd been waiting for the song to be chanted to the heavens.

May the lord of Holiness
Rise above all,
Hail my master,
Hail my father,
His glory.
May you accept my offering
To grant me salvation.
Amen

4. Feast for the Beast

The end,
Searching out from the grave
For in the surface to end this war
You are out talking to the whore,
Blood in her guts, in her face

Virgin rape them. Deliver to hell
Take the glass pour the greenish puke
And feed her as the last drink before
Remember the end,
The one has said
Corpse defaced, in the end,
Fucked and betrayed

Virgin in its extreme bluff work
Or just a failed promise to regret on
But there's no time for tears but for blood
And I thus urinate on your body
In thousand pieces
Conflagration has engulfed the everything

Feast for the beast!
Feast for the beast!
Feast for the beast!
Feast for the beast!

I release the beast of destruction
Feasting human extinction
I sentence you for a lifetime death
And put my fingers inside your womb

Cursed, go, fucker! Soon a seize will break again into you
And a big iron ball will crush the
Rib cage that holds
Your fucking heart,
And slay it like shaping a cake

Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.
Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.
Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.
Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.







POWER OF GROUND LYRICS