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Deranged Visions Of Insanity

from The Four Seasons In Misery by The Nihilistic Front

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Falling down into this abyss called life
This darkness I must submit to massacre mortal lives
Smashing through my “moral compass”, remissive of penance
Dark forces now fill my soul, haunting me in my dreams
Masochistic, torture self, inflicting pain on others
Cauterising sanity, madness flows through my veins
Falling down into this abyss called life
This darkness I must submit to massacre human lives

Sometimes I think to myself what it would be like to take another humans life, to feel a persons fear before they die. I am now a god as I can take life at will, bodies and souls are at my disposal. Each life that I now take leads onto a new perversion, a craving that I will never satisfy. An abomination upon mankind they suffer gracefully, I cannot turn back.
You are now below me another sheep that will feel my knife. They are like cattle, fodder for my depraved lust. I will exploit you in death tortured skinned and drained of your blood. Even in death you stare at me with pleading eyes from your decapitated head that adorns my wall. You are another cancer that has been removed. I see tumours that grow all around me. There will be more to come.

Falling down into this abyss called life
This darkness I must submit to massacre mortal lives

In this lightless void that is called life
Dwells an existence that is the human race
Parasitic life force sucking like a leach
Discarding all in its path, even its own kind

I abhor man

Hatred, all I feel for my own kind
Wishing hell upon us all, I want us all to die

Every perversion fulfilled there are no more barriers to cross
Trails of broken bodies lead you to my domain
Trophy collection from each death, dreams of hope destroyed
At war with man and the enemy within myself

I abhor man

Consume flesh heaving souls, What I take is part of me
Stamping out physical form, Purging crimson showered in blood
Stab your flesh, slaughtered dead, I find peace through your murder
Trophies from your suffering caustic thoughts still fill my head
The Ugly Caustic Thoughts

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from The Four Seasons In Misery, released February 1, 2007

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Contact: gaz@nihilisticfront.com

Death/doom bastardry from Melbourne, Australia.

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