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Demonic Rampage
01:33
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Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Birthed by the abyss black comes a furious horde
Beating on the iron drum to support their darkest lord
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Chaotic swords in an hands and axes made of bones
Pour onto the lands above, more sins to atone
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Hear the screams of death and hear the cries of pain
Burning all the houses down to ensure our dread lord's reign
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
Demonic Rampage
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2. |
Summoned by the Summoner
01:00
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Started to notice the shimmering wall
As I stumbled forward into the hall
Blinding Dark as in a tomb
Trapped inside this dusty room
Summoned by the Summoner
Summoned by the Summoner
All decked out in ermine robes
Reading his scroll that long foretold
Putting me into that thrall-like state
Would forever be my fate
Summoned by the Summoner
Summoned by the Summoner
Just one thing that he didn't know
And that was that my big toe
Was already across the protection line
The results of which were quite divine
Summoning the Summoner
Summoning the Summoner
Summoning the Summoner
Summoning the Summoner
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3. |
A Curse on All Priests
01:17
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A smell of burning incense, a golden censer swung
Unsanctified inscriptions, and runic symbols hung
The cleric reads the passage on the parchment in reverse
The sky is full of darkness, and it’s only getting worse
The skeleton is bringing down the Curse
The curse on all priests
On all priests
On all priests
The transcendental entity is nothing like they thought
Only partial understanding of the evil they have wrought
The rules of time evaporate and all the angles meld
The ruthlessness will never stop ‘til every man is felled
The primal curse can never be dispelled
The curse on all priests
On all priests
On all priests
A sacrifice to satisfy his sanguinary steed
Mutilation of their bodies; ruination of their creeds
The claws swipe out their eyeballs; the scythe cuts through their brains
Bone and Beast return into the metaphysic plane
The vengeful curse is all that remains
The curse on all priests
On all priests
On all priests
On all priests
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4. |
Cult of the Amulet
01:27
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Out for for a Sunday walk
Saw the figures in the chalk
We took a walk down to the grave
Heard the noises from the cave
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
It was bestowed from below
by a creature long ago
The priest was dressed in his goat-skin pants
He led the cultists in the chants
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
Cult of the Amulet
Radiating a sickly beam
what we saw next was obscene
Saw our chance to get away
while the cultists stayed and prayed.
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5. |
Quicksand
01:36
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Break from the cave, out of our graves,
Got no reason to be brave
Landscape green, a pit of unseen
Running from the ghastly beam
Path led astray, escape the ray
Now’s our chance to get away
What we found wasn’t ground
I think that’s we’re gonna drown
in Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
Up to our shins, we’re sinking in
Foot won’t come out so panic begins
Up to our knees, can’t hear our pleas
Can’t make decisions ‘cuz brain starts to freeze
Up to our thighs, say our good byes
Nature’s second deadliest surprise
Up to our trunks; what is this gunk?
Who’ll call our mothers and tell them we sunk
in Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
Try not to thrash, breathing our last
Anarchic motley assortment rides past
Stranger divine, throws us a vine
Looks like they saved us just in time
From Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
Quicksand
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6. |
Under the Flag of Chaos
01:38
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Onward we ride
With uneven strides
A multiplicity
As far as you can see
Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaoossssss
All across the land
Coming as we can
Committing petty crimes
Mostly arrive on time
Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaoossssss
No leaders and few rules
Only carefree attitudes
It's fun to follow a design
That changes all the time
Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaos
I'm Under the Flag of Chaoossssss
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7. |
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Got stuck inside for quarantine
Our time to start a basement scene
No cover charge or fake ID
It’s just a place where you are free
To play your songs at the wrong speed
Through old equipment ‘til your ears bleed
Had to play the thing that I most need
So thrash along and follow we
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play to an audience that isn’t there
Get a set list no one ever hears
Pretend you’re at a local show
Where there isn’t a band that ever plays slow
You don’t need a lot of gear
You can be a basement engineer
Play Venom, Slayer, and The Cramps
Turn off the lights; turn on the amp
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
When we become a vaccination
It’s time to take a rad vacation
Maybe down the street or across the sea
Make sure to find a you and me
We'll get together and spread good cheer
And when the that time is drawing near
Gotta make up for the last two years.
We'll play that thrash I long to hear
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash & roll
Play hi-speed, play hi-speed, hi-speed black thrash, hi-speed black thrash, hi-speed black thrash & roll
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8. |
Government Center
01:36
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Well, we've got alot alot alot of hard work today
We gotta rock at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on the letters
And they got a lot, a lot, a lot of great desks and chairs
Uh huh, at the government center
We gotta make the secretaries feel better
When they put those stamps on all those letters
We gotta rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters
Won't stop until we see secretaries smile
We gotta see some office boys, they're jumpin' for joy
Tell old Mr. Ayhern, "Calm down a while
You know that's the only way the center is ever gonna get better"
So let's rock-a rock-a rock-a nonstop tonight
Uh huh, at the government center
Make the secretaries feel better
When they put the stamps on the letters
We're gonna make 'em feel better
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Wrâïthrïdêr Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Drummer/singer & Guitarist duo from sub-basement Pittsburgh.
Album art by tokendomino.
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