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Magmadiver
01:00
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You are now one of us
We took our cut of your blood at the door
I know exactly what went wrong when you cut the cord
and I know what you've seen when you looked within
tell your peers that you're starting again
a redline sale on your unborn soul
do you know why your wounds are scabbed?
it's your discipline
it's your crooked path
we come first in your virgin birth
this is the spike you release your guilt before
you lap it up from the bathroom floor
this is not in your control
this is not in your control anymore
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Offering
01:45
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You're wreckless your chosen, your ours now, abuse it we've given you the tool, now use it.
You were born, of the magma divers slag, spitting hot coals on our enemies of past
This is the silk road missiomary act, you only rise from the ashes if you act.
You're a vulture, a rat, a fucking blood sucking leech. You're just a parasitic worm latched on all your beliefs. Give yourself up, tied to the stake, the fire you desire, burned into your grave burn it all
Throw it all away. Spit it back. Back in their face. Burn.
Upon this hour, our torch is lit.
Abandon this world and all within it.
The inner circle of fire and sin.
A wasted life. A means to an end.
You're wreckless, you're chosen, you're ours now, abuse it. burn everything that is frozen.
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Caved In
01:23
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Perpetuate the lie that you care about life. Its your secret propaganda of the white pride reich.
You're all full of shit
And I'm sick of it
You can't spread the filth with your head caved in.
If you believe in those words you preach then get the fuck up off your knees and do something. You've watched them beg and plead. Drew your sword. Decreed. All those that kneel before me, soul purpose, to feed.
Worm. Maggot. Soil. Decay.
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Immor(t)ality
01:40
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I refuse to believe in Society
Hell bent on killing everything I enjoy.
Selfish, conflicted, no more sympathy
Burn, incinerate, gasping for breath
Life's cold grip imprisoning, sweet release of death.
Rampant, mad destruction of your crooked fucked beliefs.
All that you hold sacred, now forever, eternal, sleep.
Never resting in peace.
I refuse to believe in society. Hell bent on killing everything I enjoy. Selfish, conflicted, no more sorrow for the dead who walk, this desolate rock. Cursed. Kill. Burn incenerate, gasping for breath. Life's cold grip imprisoning sweet release of death. Rampant mad destruction of your crooked fuck beliefs. All that you hold sacred. Eternal sleep.
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No Prophet
02:20
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I wanna feel it again.
I'm at the end of my life line.
Swing your soul into the dirt
Grasping at the ends of your efforts worth.
9-5, blind the eyes of dogs who put you to work.
Your life's a struggle, your will is torn. The price you pay. For being born. Born into this void so weak. You're easily crushed by the weight of society. Channel all your hate, shed all of your tears. Force driven into their skulls. Intercept the message of fear
You're one of us.
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Scorched
02:37
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You're one of us
Scorch this wasted earth.
Your life has meaning. Too much so wasted on this. Excuse for living. Fuck it kill em all start over again.
Now that we can leave this plane behind maybe I won't feel fucking lost.
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MAGMADIVER St. Louis, Missouri
ALL HAIL HER HOLINESS, THE ONE BORN IN FIRE, AND BOUND TO THIS WORLD, ONLY TO SEE IT BURN.
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