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Casting wicked spells of evil
Ancient scriptures…
The writings of…
Sorcerers, possessing infinite power
Their wisdom conquers all
The Apprentice…Understudy to the supernatural
Disciple… On a quest for limitless knowledge
Elders… Ancestors of the underworld
Grand wizard of the black
His magic drawn from demons that dwell below
The collector of countless souls
His all seeing eye
Avoid the light (The light)
Cast
Into the void
Below the surface …?
Conceited omens
A source of power
The lasers…?
The churning bubbles
The liquid sheen
So many faces…?
The swirling rage… willed effortlessly
You’re fucked, no matter what you might believe
The ageless wonder
Of mystic sources
Consumed…?
I’ve cast more spells
Than stones in these walls
Dripping magic sweat from my old wrinkly balllllllllzah
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Transfixed... Staring deep into the void
A silhouette beckons me forth
A doorway... Will it lead to what I seek
The possibility can't be ignored
Seeking
Answers from the divine
Slaves of Christ, defenders of an ancient lie
This quest will never end
My will will never bend
Forge ahead, along this path I tread
A pilgrimmage in search of clarity
Step into the black
My journey carries on
Inscriptions in stone, a testimony of old
The voice of righteous men awakened from the dead
The spell has been cast by demigods of the past
And the sheep still follow
The time is now
To abandon it all
Renounce your faith
What a disgrace
Summon the prodigious
Wicked anti-christian sentiment
Justice and scorn
Fuck your god
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Malicious vitriol
Expelled from its mouth
Fangs dripping liquid death
Poisoning your blood
Paralyzing neurotoxin flows through your veins
Helpless, Hopeless
Soon to be laid to rest
Put you to the test
It’s venom is alive
It’s power cannot be denied
The slithering serpent now holds your mortal soul
Fucking with the snake
A mistake you don’t wanna make
It won’t be long now
Make your peace
Hours you will spend
Cleaning out the grumpy den
Rid yourself of the filth
Crunch one, you’re done, but it will not be fun
You’ve laid your ain to waste
Discolored and deformed beyond a normal human colon
Its such a wretched place
Brave the smell
A fucking stench from hell
The paper is your friend
Stained and left to rot
Ignore it you cannot
Your planet of mud requires a fucking gheeze
Waiting
Until its too late
For your taint
Grumpy Den
Renovation contractor
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Pinksock lollipop, drop to your knees
Force fed intestines, do as you please
Plunder the anus lil you see the bud
Tijuana tightrope oh my god
Decide what you're gonna do
There's only two ways that you can see this through
Push it back in with your finger
This is not a test
This is real life
Pinocchio anus
Muddy hosepipe
These are the things you're faced with
When your rectum's inside out
Can't sit, can't shit give him a gheeze
Truncated pink sock is not a breeze
A simple bit of pressure applied by your thumb
Will get that flargenschnoff right back in your bum
Decide what you're gonna do
There's only two ways that you can see this through
Push it back in with your finger
This is not a test
This is flargenschnoff
Pinocchio anus
Muddy hosepipe
These are the things you're faced with
When your rectum's inside out
Stitch it up, leave it up, don't let it hang
Don't want to have it loose next time you bang
This is something that gets worse with time
I don't want to touch it, cuz its covered in slime
Decide what you're gonna do
There's only two ways that you can see this through
Push it back in with your finger
Finger
Yuck
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Satan, single father to a boy
A wreytched spawn of his own to inherit the throne of hell
The executor of his wishes
My father
Lucifer
Has grown tired...
Of levelling judgement on the heads of the that sin
But his next of kin
Relishes the power within
Power of attorney in the underworld
Mile high flames
Incenerate all you've built
President of fire
Prime Minister of ash and smoke
Leader of the rats
His power I now invoke
Shadowy figure in your dreams
Recruiting minions who drop to their knees
At the sight of the mighty son
Gods, Preists, Prophets, Reverends and Nuns
Bow down to the crimson cloak
Molten lava
The clouds will rain
Charcoal black blood
Pulsing through my veins
Insidious
I control your thoughts
I've been amongst you all this whole time
You just call me Frost
Show me your hammer
President of Fire
Prime Minister of ash and smoke
Don't you worry son
The fucking worst is yet to come
The Almighty Excruciating Pain
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Cancel Your Plans
Gonna go for a picnic
Fuckin get some sun
Pound a beer
Maybe jam a song
Fuck this shit
You ain't getting none
Cancel your plans
It's the apocalypse son
Did you think you were immune to this
Forget it
Cancel your plans
You are fucking done
If you think you can just go and hug your mom
Fuck no
Stay away
You'll kill everyone
Bro
Go to work
You're "essential"ly fucked
No one cares
Just don't ever miss a day
But if you even start to think of outside
No chance
Cancel your plans
It's Coronavirus son
If there's a chance your antibodies are strong
We don't care
We're taking you down
With a mule kick straight to a caved in chest
Cancel your plans x2
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released October 26, 2020
Marc Frost: Guitar, Bass, Drum Programming, Vocals
Kyle Scott: Vocals (Tracks 4, 6)
Joe Klemionek: Vocals (Track 1)
Shaun Arthurs: Lead Guitar (Track 3, 5, 6, 7)
Taylor Lipton: Lead Guitar (Track 1, 7)
Rene Wilkinson: Lead Guitar (Track 3, 7)
Pat Taylor: Lead Guitar (Track 5)
Jeff Bryan: Lead Guitar (Track 5, 7)
Jeff Copple: Lead Guitar (Track 5)
Jared Smith: Lead Bass, Lead Guitar (Track 6, 7)
Bowen Matheson: Lead Guitar (Track 6, 7)
Daryn Davies: Lead Guitar (Track 6)
Ande Otte: Lead Guitar (Track 7)
Kylan Prince: Lead Guitar (Track 7)
Wes Sheppard: Lead Guitar (Track 7)
Kyle Wagner: Lead Guitar (Track 7)
