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Death Bearer
03:57
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Broken and bleeding, left for dead on the cutting room floor.
Broken mirrors, cast a truer reflection of my soul.
In darkened rooms, the dead whisper louder than the echoes of what's to be your last goodbye. Your final vision of what was me.
In darkened rooms, the dead whisper louder. They tell the secrets of the hell that is living.
A face that cast a reflection, a figure that casts a shadow, a voice educated to influence, but this heart is dead.
Let me be your broken heart.
Let me be your bitter end.
Let me be your cult leader.
I am your death bearer.
I will be the nothingness at the foot of your bed.
I will be the noose that helps you hang your head.
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I Am Plague
02:13
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I am the enemy,
With tears of gasoline.
For your life I fucking prey,
And your blood is an end to my thirst.
The thorn in my rotting side,
Once removed will be the knife,
The fucking stake that carries you
To the endless abyss of the void.
I am faceless,
The dealer of death.
I am the emptiness,
As the razor slits and tears
Through your calloused wrists.
I will nail you to the crooked cross,
You so often love to bare.
I am the fucking enemy,
I am all you fear and despair.
I am plague
I am plague.
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Human Disease
02:33
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Surrounded by human shit, in the desolate wasteland of a fleeting and failing “American Fucking Dream.”
Generations fed a lie that they are unique, and not just another cog in the wheel of the machine.
Generations bred weaker and weaker, more and more shallow, useless and self absorbed.
I loathe you.
I want to crush your bones and leave you all in the wake of my wrath.
Human shit, wastes of life, wastes of resources. A growing sickness, a growing disease. I will bathe in your blood.
Survival of the fucking fittest, you are the sheep and I the wolf. Feed from the tit of television human waste, I am hunting. Human waste, we are hunting.
Kill yourself human shit, you are a cancer, you are a fucking disease.
The wolves have risen to devour and your time is at its end.
The wolves have risen to devour and your time is at its end.
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Paid In Blood
03:51
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Faithless, fallen angels break for me. Your gods, your demons, bow to me. I know your worth. You have no use. Slowly rot and wait for death. To know me, is to know the absence in your god’s eyes. To know me, is to know the sound of your devils cries. The truth lies in the in between. As light dies, there you will find me. Take my hand and feel the wrath that courses through these tired, calloused veins. As I hold your head beneath the blackened water, know that I never loved you. Know that I will not shed a single fucking tear, and I take solace over your broken body. I’ll close my eyes and wait for death. My debt to life, has been paid in blood. My debt to you, has been paid in blood. My debt to life, has been paid in blood.
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Sleepwalker
03:12
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I awake from this nightmare, to an even harsher truth. My life, the world I walk in, is a hell that devours the weak. The time you have taken from me, is a debt that no word or gesture could ever repay.
If one day you look for forgiveness, I’ll give you the blessing of death. If one day you look for forgiveness, I’ll give you the blessing of death.
My hate for you has no end.
I awake from this nightmare, to an even harsher truth. My life, the world I walk in, is a hell that devours the weak. The time you have taken from me, is a debt that no word or gesture could ever repay.
Another day turns to endless night. My blackened eyes close and the pain begins. Another twist of this jagged knife. I will not sleep until your vile blood is on my hands.
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A Violent Kind
02:34
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Bred of bastards, born of sin, a violent mind, and loveless eyes. No fucking mercy, no light at the end. A beast of burden, a violent kind.
I’ll swallow my anguish to feed my hatred and let it grow. Made in the image of nothingness, so nothing is what I’ll give to you.
Look at me, your greatest mistake. Look away and see all you could have been. Unloved and cast aside, left to my own devices to survive.
I’ll swallow my anguish to feed my hatred and let it grow. You can take this gift of life you gave and fucking choke.
This awful heart will rest when I watch this beast of burdens hands tear you limb from limb. Tear you limb from fucking limb. This is the grave you dug, so lay in it.
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wolvesblood Baltimore, Maryland
Wolvesblood is a metal infused hardcore band from Baltimore, Maryland.
Chris-Drums
Josh-Guitar
Christian-Vocals
Rob-Bass
Wes-Guitar
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