Cult (Music by Ray & Phil, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

These have no hope of death, mercy and justice disdains them.

Let us not speak of them, but do thou look and pass on.

 

My flesh harvest to welcome outcasts

Breathe disease into minds of the lost

I enslave you with words that enthral

Fascination that comes at great cost

 

Through your sacrifice and through your blood

Through your sacrifice and through, your blood

Burn for me, Die for me

Burn for me, Die for me

 

Forsake your maker through me, icon of sin

Liberating hatred, I consume from within

Forsake your maker for me, Lord of the Flies

Give praise to damned, Fallen Angel of Light

 

Through your sacrifice and through your blood

Through your sacrifice and through, your blood

Burn for me, Die for me

Burn for me, Die for me

 

Forsake your maker through me, icon of sin

Liberating hatred, I consume from within

Forsake your maker for me, Lord of the Flies

Give praise to damned, Fallen Angel of Light

 

You go to everlasting pain through me, as I feed off your fear

A new order of the ages

You go to everlasting pain through me, as I feed off your fear

And I endure eternally

 

Forsake your maker through me, icon of sin

Liberating hatred, I consume from within

Forsake your maker for me, Lord of the Flies

Give praise to damned, Fallen Angel of Light

 

 

The Genocide Number (Music by Ray & Phil, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

I reign the streets in bullets and blood
my bloody art is slaughter, rage I cannot control

I burn down your dreams; leave your dead in the streets

I prey on your weakness, rage I will not control

 

Genocide, Genocide, Genocide, Genocide

 

It’s like playing chess, it’s like playing god

My iron fist is void of sympathy

Pillage and rape, your people on their knees

I might crack a smile as you die for me

 

Genocide, Genocide, Genocide, Genocide

Genocide, Genocide, Genocide, Genocide

 

As I marched into his kingdom, Women and children cried

I know not if it was for themselves, or the foolish ones who died

You wanted revolution, you wanted me to rule

I promised you a paradise and you believed me, you fucking fool

 

I killed your king, your king is dead - Bask in the glory that is I

Kneel at my feet, slave to my throne - Amuse me, obey me, or die

 

I crushed them all at once, their resistance a futile joke

Now I’m your Alfa, Omega, beginning and end, I am your brand new yoke

See your landscapes burn, I am taking it all away

Yes! Stare poor child, such disbelief, I’ll introduce you to decay

 

I killed your king, your king is dead- Bask in the glory that is I

Kneel at my feet, slave to my throne - Amuse me, obey me, or die

I killed your king, your king is dead- Bask in the power that is I

I own you in life, I own you in death - And for my throne you will die

 

Genocide, Genocide, Genocide, Genocide

Genocide, Genocide, Genocide, Genocide

 

Dia de los Muertos (Music by Ray, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

And now the land of battle is a field of standing corpses…

 

Beyond the hills long forgotten, when the fog sets in

And the crimson moon is full, the battle will begin

Warriors rise from the earth, soldiers cursed

All honour long lost, they are not the first to be

 

Horrid puppets on the day of the dead

When metal strikes metal and metal becomes flesh

Hear the cries of battle, see the damned at war

Ancient weapons clash, they are fate’s whores

 

The battlefield spawns from its bowels the undead

For genocide endless over graves stained with blood

A prophecy told of corpses at war

Mark of martyrs, mark of hate, carved in stone, carved in bone

 

There is no salvation from this bloodbath of souls

It’s a reign of damnation, there’s no heaven or hell

And they clash and kill, clash and kill endlessly

Valhalla forgotten on the day, of the dead

 

The battlefield spawns from its bowels the undead

For genocide endless over graves stained with blood

A prophecy told of corpses at war

Mark of martyrs, mark of hate, carved in stone, carved in bone

 

It’s the day of the dead; it’s the day of the dead

It’s the day of the dead; it’s the day of the dead

 

It’s the day of the dead; it’s the day of the dead

It’s the day of the dead; it’s the day of the dead

 

The battlefield spawns from its bowels the undead

For genocide endless over graves stained with blood

A prophecy told of corpses at war

Mark of martyrs, mark of hate, carved in stone, carved in bone

 

FTG (Music by Ray and Phil, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

Follow the Goat to your place in the sun

Believe every word that I say

My charismatic tongue tells you (that) you are the one

Cloven hooves lead you astray

 

Follow the Goat to your own paradise

Get on your knees and pray

My charismatic tongue leads you into vice

Cloven hooves lead you astray

 

Where is your will?

Where is your mind?

 

Follow the Goat to your own guillotine

The work of the Devil is me

Follow the goat, 314 machine

Into the hell that is me

 

Where is your will, where is your mind

I’ll show you, I’m Judas, I’ll show you, I’m Janus

Promise you salvation, lead you to the gallows

Eat from my hand

 

Brainwashed

I get inside your mind, my claws are sinking in, you’re

Brainwashed

Spineless, mindless, unsuspecting; useless fucking brainwashed lemming

Brainwashed

I get inside your mind, my claws are sinking in, you’re

Brainwashed

Spineless, mindless, unsuspecting; useless fucking brainwashed lemming

 

I’ll come inside

I’ll rape your mind

 

Brainwashed

Brainwashed

Brainwashed

Brainwashed

Brainwashed

 

My Demise: Pt. I (The Hatred) (Music by Alec, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

Each day that I rise is a day I despise

It just doesn’t make sense anymore

The evil inside, all the rage in my mind

Finally poisoned me down to the core

 

There is blood on the walls, there is blood everywhere

The deliberate cruelty of fate

In the mirror I see, all that is left of me

And all that I am now is hate

 

Slaves, all in line, I spit at your fucking kind

Reality is decomposing, the final myth is time

 

Worms in my mind, perfecting death’s design

I dig into my plastic hole and I welcome my demise

 

Crawl (through) broken space, spitting lies in the mirror’s face

I try and try to understand but sense - I can’t create

 

Crawl (through) broken glass, spitting blood in my fucking face

A growing heap of nothingness, waiting for my expiry date

 

My hell is all consuming, my nightmares last for days

A sick twisted utopia where the truth gets rearranged

In the moments, where I’m lucid, all I want to do is try

To take the last few fucking steps, to completing my demise

 

I am the father, of nothing, I worship corruption, my mind is my cell

I am the hated face, I am the blood sick race, I will see you all in hell

 

I am the father, of nothing, I worship corruption, my mind is my cell

I am the hated face, I am the blood sick race, I will see you all in hell

 

My Demise: Pt. II (The Rage) (Music by Alec, Lyrics by Dr D)

 

My will - torn, my mask - crushed, perfecting my demise

My cage is all but decomposed now, the rot consumes my eyes

My trail – blood, my trail – death, rage guides me to the light

I’m driven by a thirst to rid me, of human, fucking, kind

 

Hell is coming and it’s wearing my face

I’m the god of this chaos age

 

Take a look, do you like what you see

Chaos doctrine, hate eternally

Take a good look, do you like what you see

Broken mirror of reality

 

I don’t know what makes me hate - I have been here before

This is what I’ve always been – and I don’t know what makes me kill

 

At the stake – burn, on the cross – rot, in shallow graves they wait

Carving memories across gaping throats, flesh canvasses of hate

My sweat – foul, my veins–hell, the rot consumes my eyes

Slaughter weakness, my broken puppets, the rot that’s my demise

 

Hell is coming and it’s wearing my face

I’m your god in this chaos age

 

Take a look, do you like what you see

Chaos doctrine, hate eternally

Take a good look, do you like what you see

Broken mirror of reality

 

I don’t know what makes me hate - I have been here before

This is what I’ve always been – I am here, and I kill

The question is not really do I enjoy this - But rather just how much

Can I put a price on human life? - Can YOU put a price on human life?

 

Kill (I’m the hated face)

Kill (Take you all to hell)

Kill ((I’m the blood sick race)

Kill Kill kill (I will see you all in hell)

 

Kill (I’m the hated face)

Kill (Take you all to hell)

Kill ((I’m the blood sick race)

Kill Kill Kill (I will see you all in hell)