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The weight in the body of both seeing dead
From doing both autopsies
The poison of putrefaction exhales in your body
Becomes cold in and out of the profession
Who does not support such rot
You better get out of this fetid room.
Here is no place for curious
Here is just where Dead are investigated
This odor is the essence of the human body.
This is what you hide from everyone.
What is rotten in you?
it's your real feeling
Pure Odor of Mutilated Corpses
Inside a Cold Room as the human essence
Pure Odor of Mutilated Corpses
I give you the real and horrible death in life.
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Slammicide
07:08
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Gross, Cadaveric, Insane, Agony
Hitting, Hitting, Crashing and Crashing
Crush your alike
Welcome to Slammicide
Introspective, Filthy, Consequence of Anger
Dying, Dying, Dying and Dying
Die of your own free will.
Welcome to Slammicide
Sound Far, Shameless, No social message
Insane ideology, where hypocrisy is unmasked
Extreme ideals, without remorse, without political position
Only Violence to express our true desires
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Smells Like Rotten Flesh
09:23
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In a hut in the middle of dense forest
There was a pile of corpses
All hanged, this place is gushin g gore
I see that there were suicides there
Collective Suicides
Smells like rotten Flesh
All exposed viscera
As if someone were there to devour them
Essence to survive, feed on the dead
Be it a human or an animal, the world has become a place of the strong
Mentality became a horror, reality was filled with pain
It smells like rotten Flesh
All dreams have turned into complete illusion
The good thing about seeing all these corpses, is humanity close to me, to perish
Social isolation is a virtue, collective suicides clean society.
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Spiritual Hemorrage
06:07
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Vacant At home alone, in total darkness
I've isolated myself from all people for decades
I got my dream, I had everything I dreamed
To separate myself completely from society
Human beings corrupt
The Animal attacks you
Friend betrays you.
The Enemy kills you
There is nothing to feed the real spirit
There is no one able to stop the instinct
Rape, Murder, Stalking and Solitude
Internal arrest, generated by complete trauma
My body bleeds from the inside out
My hands are the reflection of the doom that I have done
To live only to kill and isolate myself, someday this boredom will end
I live constantly, intensely, abruptly a spiritual hemorrhage
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Smashed and Dissected Belém, Brazil
Solo-Project By Ivan Guilherme (Sodomizer, Granny Fucker) Mixing Slamming Brutal Death Metal with Doom Metal Elements
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