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Feast of Human Flesh

by Voices from the past

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1.
Before you die from a headshot or slit throat You will be repeatedly raped by man Holding a sharp blade to your gentle neck While your hands will be tied with wire and by numbness Reality is a nightmare, drown in this pain After you died, I intend to fuck you few times again After I fill your holes With my seed I will skin Your body and cook it with sauce For a late night feast of flesh and sin This is no battlefield, no war This is a feast of human flesh Death walks the earth, knocks every door Brings carnage into every home Drown in this pain Another house for terror vibes Another husband with a shot in the skull Next widow to be mine tonight This weekend gonna be alright Before you die from a headshot or slit throat You will be repeatedly raped by man Holding a sharp blade to your gentle neck While your hands will be tied with wire and by numbness Reality is a nightmare, drown in this pain After you died, I intend to fuck you few times again Shed old skin Drown in this pain After I fill your holes With my seed I will skin Your body and cook it with sauce For a late night feast of flesh and sin This is no battlefield, no war This is a feast of human flesh Death walks the earth, knocks every door Brings carnage into every home
2.
Do you feel the danger cutting the air? Can you feel sick eyes following you through the close blinds? Do you feel fear when you walk alone on a desolated path? Are you worried about echo of steps Approaching down the corridor? Imagine that there are maniacs around! One having fun hurting others, The other washes the blood from hands. Your neighbor rapes young girls on weekends, And that buddy is obsessed with necrofiliac lust. Have you ever found a corpse in the woods? Swollen, infested worms, hidden from the cursory glance Was someone else`s death that near on a desolated path? Are you worried about crackle of a branch In the darkness of the unknown? Imagine that there are maniacs around! One having fun hurting others, The other washes the blood from hands with holy water. Your neighbor rapes young girls on weekends, And that buddy is obsessed with necrofiliac lust. They hide true faces under masks, nobody dares to look deeper. Trust no one, cause no one will reveal their secrets. Reveal their secrets… World of the murderers World of the murderers World of the murderers World of the murderers
3.
Punishment 03:00
Wrap their bodies with barbed wire Spray wounds with nitrate But keep them alive Reveal to them truth about endless Decay that continues with pain pulsating Inhaling stench of own rot Under the scorching sun Soon he will pour out entrails On the one who is below, bound To they die everlong Bring them back from the dead Repeat the circle of hell Execute punishment Hung the dead one upside down Tied another one below on the ground Let it rain bodily fluids He will go mad from such injurence …Go mad from such injurence Abomination flows to the lower victim Then let him go into the wilderness to meet death Inhaling stench of own rot Under the scorching sun Soon he will pour out entrails On the one who is below, bound To they die everlong Bring them back from the dead Repeat the circle of hell Execute punishment
4.
We`re on a ride Drive more than 70 You caress me Swallowing very deep Under my hand You work to make me please But by accident you hurt My cock with your teeth You are nice girl But screwed up tonight Pay for my bruises It`s gonna be your last ride Strangle you sweetie In dying cramps Until last beat Of fading heart Then cut the skin And wrathfully bite Tasting the meat Of your cold cunt Spit out this shit I am already full I`ll leave you here, But I`ll visit you soon Vaginal eater Vaginal eater Vaginal eater
5.
Red half-light crushes on me with growing anxiety Sound of grinding teeth makes me plug my ears Locked in a penance cell. All alone It`s only broken with the arrival of my executioner Tormentor, he pulls out my nails with tongs, Making me choke on my own secretions Cuts this body, sparing no salt, part by part This torture is endless Dead bodies taint the air, poison all supplies How am I still alive, and how did I endure all this? Dark and deep is the pain. How much did I know about it? The day I will be healed, if I come back to life, great suffering will begin and my friend will pass through it… True endless torture…
6.
Broken glass, bleeding prey Dying of gunshot wounds Afterlife requires slaves And each slain will join my personal ranks Missing ones Homicide reports Phone calls with words of confessions As the excitement reaches unthinkable strength Self-control is lost and I never have enough Plunging a knife into tender female flesh I taste the air of the rampage moonlit night Smile on my face as I leave this place Leaving here mutilated corpse Missing ones Homicide reports Phone calls with words of confessions Plunging a knife into tender female flesh I taste the air of the rampage moonlit night Count the kills Nights of the dying lovers, slain in silence pair by pair Letters and postcards with ciphers and physical evidence Phone calls with words of confessions Plunging a knife into tender female flesh I taste the air of the rampage moonlit night
7.
In agonizing anticipation I sense your pain And impending death The strangers who met me During withdrawal time Without feelings and bound On the wings of lust my soul rises I satisfy first hunger With the younger one By raping her slowly And gutting apart Make the other woman Look at it, going mad Waiting for her damn fate Painful gruesome end Thoughts spin round by round In a vicious circle Instincts of desire Command my emotions These eyes tell me That she does not Believe that this Real can be truth… This can be truth! Their blood is everywhere Cups of pain overflow The smell of death attracted The first flies for the feast below Black component of soul I feel it leaving you With scalpel in the stomach Drilling you like a screw I`m not going to rush It`s been waiting too long After endless abstinence It`s going to prolong…
8.
Hello baby Don't you want to ride with me? Take you away to dense forest There I will derive pleasure I hit you by foot into stomach You choke with shitty blood Break off your fucking pants Then I fuck your bald hole I cum on your blood-stained face I cum on your blood-stained face Blood mixed up with my sperm Nobody will find you here I cum on your blood-stained face Child, you look as shit Probably to you it`s bad? Haha, I`ll help you to die Having cut out a skull mount I hit you by foot into stomach You choke with the shitty blood I break off from you fucking pants Then I bang your bald hole Your corpse has left to rot in wood And I have still affairs, farewell
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White Tears 02:58
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"Feast of Human Flesh" was recorded in 2020-2021 in two different towns - Omsk and Tomsk (Siberia).

Dan - guitars, bass, keys, composing
Theodor - vocals, lyrics

Lodiz - INFERNAL RECORDS - drums & percussions, acoustic & classical guitars, solo guitar (Track 1), mixing and mastering

Special guests:
Igor Arbuzov - clean voice (Track1)
Eva - female vocals (Track 6, 9)
Doctor - solo guitar (Track 3)
Nikolay Razgulyaev - solo guitar (Track 7)

All lyrics are about manic stories.
Cover & logo by Alva Set

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released August 23, 2021

Digital and CD versions are released via Dark East productions:
darkeastproductions.bandcamp.com

Recording studio:
vk.com/infernalrecords

Cover and Logo:
vk.com/alva_set

Layout of CD version by Sergius Proprius (Kryrart records):
kryrartrecords.com

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