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Absolution Denied
03:24
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The life you lead is all you have, for better or for worse. Take what you've done, however vile, and carve it on your headstone. You could live in fear of retribution, denied absolution. Do not beg for forgiveness, you are your own master! If today we meet our end, then it's a good day to die. Death come and take us at our last stand, we won't go down without a fight. Eternal life free of worry is a dream of the fool. No god, no peace, the pale rider is there for you. You chose a path without thought, care or a plan. Your existence led by desires, selfish and most immoral. But who gives a damn? It doesn't matter, there's no heaven to be found. So laugh while you can, without regret and burn the world to the ground. To the ground! If today we meet our end then it's a good day to die. Death come and take us at our last stand, we won't go down without a fight. If today we meet our end then it's a good day to die. Death come and take me at my last stand, grant me unending night!
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The Grim
03:06
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In my ears an unending growl deafens my conscience. For I regret my old ways of theft and disregard. I had thought to myself, "Why care for the dead, as they no longer feel?" My choices have caught up with me, as I lay here paralyzed. Lurking around every corner and within every shadow. I hold my breath and with each step, I hope that I won't meet my end! At night, wide-eyed as I cannot rest, the winds do howl as the beast prowls in search of its prey. And I see, each time I close my eyes that if I run, it will surely come and I will feel its bite! I shudder at sites of bone-yards and dusty, old tombs. The baying of the hound gets louder as my remorse grows. I've seen this ghost twice before, a third I cannot handle. I dare not speak its name, for it will drag me to my grave.
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Funeral Bell
02:55
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The passing tone has struck as my strength fades away, I hang onto what I stole from this world. And as I grow closer, solitude escapes me. Now I'm greeted by a cold, brittle hand. My eternal night draws near, my breathing is labored. I'm met with regrets, drenched in cold sweat, as I'm deafened by the carillon. The notes call for me, as I fall to my knees. There's no rest for the wicked when we pass. Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine. Forever haunted by the funeral bell. Now doomed to linger on, I watch my burial. No one had come to mourn a wretch like me. I fed on the weak, but now I merely wander. A ghost repulsed by songs of the damned. Now this is my existence, my own circle in hell. I can't see an end or comprehend the endless ringing on and on!The notes call for me, as I fall to my knees. There's no rest for the wicked when we pass. Peace isn't granted for a soul such as mine. Forever haunted by the funeral bell. My night draws near. Met with regrets. Deafened by the bell.
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Before I dropped the match, I closed my eyes and I imagined the flame. Committed to revenge, my mind made up I had nothing to lose. Erased and forgotten, I was worthless, a pain in your side. My lone regret is that I failed to take more of you! No one will escape, death is my desire. Hate fanned the flames, and they grew higher. Neglect and rejection, will not be forgiven. One poor choice is all it took, to meet your end; just one. I wouldn't miss the chance to settle the score and feel more alive. Mad though it is that I took pleasure in watching you burn. The screams as their lungs filled with smoke was music to my ears. Now as embers fae and ashes fall it's time to start again. No one will escape, death is my desire. Hate fanned the flames, and they grew higher. Neglect and rejection, will not be forgiven. One poor choice is all it took, to meet your end! Meet your end in agony, my conscious now is clear. No guilt, no remorse. Retribution complete.
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You hope to be remembered, as you cling to your life. Even in death you wish to be unique. Laying beneath a shroud, draped in misery, unaccepting of our shared fate, the spirit begins to fade. Cold lifeless eyes stare back at me as I gaze upon that which remains. Preserve my memory, the weak do always beg. But we return to dust before too late. There's no conquering the reaper with this fools masquerade. We bid this world farewell, now off to hell as our corpse rots in the ground. Don't pity the dead! Pity those who hope for salvation through ceremony, oh what a waste! Cold lifeless eyes stare back at me as I gaze upon that which remains. Preserve my memory, the weak do always beg. But we return to dust before too late.
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There's no chance for your salvation as you kneel and wait for judgement. Your tears and cries for mercy go ignored. You must atone for your misdeeds and pay penance with your life. We'll get our pound of fles from you this day! Marked by a hooded menace and sentenced to die, you had your chance to walk the line. Your lust for greed will bring about your end. Justice shall be served, and it will be swift. Now feel the weight of true punishment. You served only yourself, as your life was meaningless. Theft, rape and murder fill the void. Only feeling joy through spreading dread, loss and misery; how sweet your end will be as you hang! Marked by a hooded menace and sentenced to die, you had your chance to walk the line. Your lust for greed will bring about your end. Justice shall be served, and it will be swift. Now feel the weight of true punishment.
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Blood, Bone & Ash
03:06
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We mourn the loss of this vessel yet we must not weep. Hurry now, prepare yourself there's work to be done. It was not your turn to depart, taken too quickly. Our time is short for they will fade if we were to fail. We must not hesitate, the soul leaves in a flash. Summon their spirit with blood, bone and ash. Cut thy palm, and grab the stone. As we dance around the grave. From the earth you shall return. To walk with us once again. Hear our voices! It's time to rise, now you rise! Hear our voices! The drum beats louder, we chant along to give you new life. Without caution or a second thought, I must have you back this night. As you return, you seem so cold, oh what have I done? Selfishly I must admit that without you I can't go on. I scream aloud, and drop the stone. For there's no soul left to save. To the earth you must return. I'll follow you into the grave.
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Take your final steps, be careful not to scream. You're not long for this world so you know. Looming there in silence, waiting to drop; final judgement makes equals of us all. Today you meet your end as we all sing aloud. Justice, bloody, justice! An anthem for execution. Quick and painless, without mercy is the one true way to go. Spare us the waiting, give them all a show. The last things you will hear are the people as they cheer right before your demise. And you know it's hanging there, soon to fall through the air. Shrieking end it now, just end it now! Today you meet your end as we all sing aloud. Vengeance, bloody, vengeance! An anthem for execution. Quick and painless, without mercy is the one true way to go. Spare us the waiting, give them all a show. The last things you will hear are the people as they cheer right before your demise. Heads will roll!
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Disinterment
02:14
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A grave is not to be disturbed, we leave the dead to their rest. Hallowed earth must not be broken. But they come at night, when lost souls are stirring and wickedly they dig within. Their greed knows no bounds, they steal from the departed. The cracking of casket lids echoes in the dark. Their theft destroys a memory. Driven with madness, they can't stop til' they're satisfied. Their yearning is never ending. No tomb is safe. No god protects you after death. These thieves will prevail. Hungry they come, craving the flesh of the demised. Piece by piece craving more. Their theft destroys a memory. Driven with madness they cannot stop. Piece by piece they crave more.
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If I go, I go my way and this time it's for real. Today must be the day, there's nothing good left to feel. I spend each moment contemplating if there's something more. But knowing my luck, I'll just get angry that's for sure. Tie the rope, take the step, no more tears, break my neck. If I go, I go my way, but now I am unsure. Tonight won't be the night, as my judgement's premature. Cowardice, has led me here many times before. I'm still attached to those I'd miss, when I'd pass through deaths' door. No more rope, take the step, close my eyes, take a breath. Roll the dice, face the facts, live or die, this can't last.
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I Am The End
04:24
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Secluded, quiet and all alone or at least so I thought. Before me now, I see a shell of what I once was. Hoping against hope that I was free, free from my madness. Through all the wrong that I'd done, that I could find peace. But this wraith rules us all within all space, black as night. I never saw it coming, until it spoke through me. Now is your time, you've run for far too long. There's no escaping the last stop in the line. Oh what a waste of life, you wonder why? Make the leap, pull the trigger, cry aloud I am the end! Continue the cycle of suffering until there's nothing left or let my cold embrace take you to oblivion. Oh bitter eidolon who rules us all, black as night. Relieve me of this rotted husk and set my soul free. Now is the time, you've run for far too long. There's no escaping the blade of the sharpest scythe. Oh what a waste of time you wonder why? Set the fire, plunge the knife, cry aloud I am the...
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Bloodletter Chicago, Illinois
Bloodletter is out to teach lowly sinners that fast, melodic, thrash metal is here to stay and condemn all who listen to a damn good time!
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