Abramelin - Plague

Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep
Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep
Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise
Crypts and tombs around the globe spit forth sepulchral cries
Rotten hands break though the earth,
morgue draws start to open
Funeral parlours liven up as coffin-lids a broken
Hysteria begins to mount as people flee and try to hide
As shambling armies of the dead begin to end mankind
The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams
Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams
A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a horrid mass of wormy flesh
The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death
A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat
To fondle innards warm and soft, embedding teeth in blood-soaked meat
[Chorus]
Lips pulled back in a rictus grin
Bones protrude through decayed skin
Rotten lungs breathe nauseous breath
Through twisted fangs in jaws of death
A vile and nauseous rancid stench chokes the once pure air
Decayed left over dinner scraps, discarded everywhere
An arm, a leg, a severed head - body parts and ravaged meat
Clotted stains lay on the ground of silent city streets

Abramelin - Pleasures

Stalking - your home seems so secure
Waiting - until the time is right
I see the light in your daughters room
I want to taste her fear and I want to rip her flesh
The time has come for me to enter your suburban dwelling
Excitement in my mind, explosions, my veins are swelling
Unwelcomed guest, you're not expecting me
An unlocked window, I enter silently
I make my way, slowly up the stairs,
creeping in where, your parents rest their heads.
Two steel spikes, will stake them to their bed,
writhing in pain, white sheets now dripping red
Your parents now disposed of, we can be alone,
I burst into your bedroom you can not be found.
I faintly hear you whimper from the corner of the room,
frozen stiff with fear, now the fun begins
I rip off your night-dress, expose your naked flesh
Throw you to the cold floor gnawing off your breasts
With fingers deep inside of you I rip your virgin skin
You tear apart so easily, bleeding from within
I now tear chunks of hair out and then bite off your nose
It's not to spite your face my dear,
it's how it fucking goes
You cry and scream in silence and then your bowels give way
Handfuls of your body waste I slam into your face
Gagging on excrement I give you one last kiss
My hand on your crotch, your labia I rip
Our play-time is now over, I must be on my way
Good night my darling angel, pray you do not wake

Abramelin - The Germ Factory

Uniformed psychotics, the perfect military cover
Acts of malicious murder, supposed laboratory tests
War pawn wheeled on a trolley of steel, primitive future seen through crucified eyes
Screams of agony, peeling torture as the six-year-old faces his autopsy
End it now!
Released days later to her relief.
Frost-bitten hands meet a hot water trough
Hastier than mental comprehension, her loose ice-rotten hands are violently torn off
[Chorus]
Human guinea pigs are subjected to rooms of mutated bacterial plagues
Diseased and disfigured beyond recognition, dumped into filthy putrefied graves
Beaten mutilated pulps of crimson meat lay in decaying puddles on the floor
All for logical scientific progression or unthinkable atrocities of a senseless war?
The dawning of a new day, another plague is born.
An airborne septic death machine to leave enemies ravaged and torn
Internal organs dissolve to mush, blood coughed up in thickened clots
Tumors spreading through the body, your system slowly shuts down...then rots
[repeat chorus]

Abramelin - Waste

Trying to breathe, gasping for air
Each breath shot, with needles of pain
The darkness is creeping, your vision is blurring
Jaws of death clamping tight on your life
Withering flesh, leathery and slack
Disgusting grey folds, that cling to your back
Liver spots forming, blistering and black
Scab-riddled lips, bleeding and cracked
Premature aging, gnarling your form
Twisting, distorting, ravaged by decay
Sunken eyes stare in horrific disbelief at the vile twisted face in the mirror
[Chorus]
Weakness spreads with incredible pace
Bowels given way, your trousers disgraced
Arthritic fingers used as the brush
Painting the walls with your brown fetid mush
[repeat Withering flesh...]
Memories fading as your mind starts to fail
Heartbeat slows to an aching throb
Vision now gone, limbs are all numb
Blood-laced mucus coughed up in globs
[repeat chorus]
Lost and deranged, mind crawling with fear
As panic sets in, an unacceptable fate
Scream if you can, it may be your last,
as time passes by at an abnormal rate

Abramelin - Spiritual Justice

Waiting to die, waiting to die.
The lonely horror of this concrete hell.
Eating my last supper,
I recall the lives I've swallowed.
Priests and guards now at my room,
cold and heartless stares.
My throat is dry, my heart pounds, struck with
terror- cold sweat runs!
Sitting in my death throne, arms and legs strapped tight.
Electric crown, my sure demise,
adorns my shaven head.
The switch is thrown, a power surge, the lights begin to dim.
My bowels give way, my brain implodes,
my blood starts to boil.
Darkness falls, no more pain,
awaiting my damnation,
Biding my time for eternity.
A light appears, a blinding light, brighter than a
thousand suns.
A darkened figure reaches out takes me
by the hand.
No time wasted, pain begins.
Repayment time, for all my sins.
Descending into a world of hate.
Vast swelling clots in an ocean of blood,
Agonising torment, death so divine.
Clawing with my fingers, rasping at my eyes,
Tears of blood streaming down my face,
Howling in pain separating flesh from bone...
Rich pain pours from crying wounds,
Countless souls in putrid tombs.
Crimson mountains, landscapes of gore.
No redemption... for me!

Abramelin - Stargazer

Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp,
nobody else will see.
A six foot dig, open the casket, there she
waits for me.
Her lifeless body, cracks and splinters,
as I start to raise her.
In eagerness I carry on,
In lust for my Stargazer.
Deterioration, rotting flesh,
violation of a fossilised wench.
A degrading thought to seduce a corpse,
dry reaching from a horrid stench.
Parting the thighs, a sickening crack,
festering hole open wide.
Enter my partner, close my eyes,
so cold and dry when inside.
Ignore the sounds that fill my head, the
crunching of flesh as I thrust.
Sweat profuses my body bare,
driven by bizarre lusts
Run my tongue across her mouth,
formaldehyde I taste
Dislodge my member from her hole
and head below the waist.
As I feast between her thighs, her throat
emits a deafening cry
A filthy claw grabs my head's back,
and rams it up her rotting crack.

Abramelin - Stargazing (Stargazer Ii)

Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.
Rotting... dissolving in my grave clothes, my
flesh turns to soup.
A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.
By moon lit night, a looming shadow... sunken
eyes, gaze up to the stars.
My shrouded, decomposing corpse,
sprawled on frozen marble.
Carefully unwrapping,
your putrid, fly-blown prize.
Disrobed you sit upon me,
straddling my death remains.
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid
slushing sound.
[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting
[Rpt]
Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy.
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter taste.
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets.
[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting
Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.
Spewing forth my rotten dregs... dribbling,
oozing down your legs.

Abramelin - Bleeding Hearts

Why don't you lay down my darling?
You look as if you're at wits end
Sip this, I made it especially, my decomposing friend
Oh how your eyes respond fondly, as your larynx dissolves apart
Vapour emits from your delicate mouth as my loving potion burns out your heart
Kiss me now, you know where I love it,
it doesn't matter if you bite
For I extracted all your teeth to stop you putting up a fight
[Chorus]
Playing hard to get, I said, was useless from the start
Now as you lay, still as a slut,
with your long legs torn apart
Playing hard to get, I said, will lead to nothing but strife
But you changed your mind so quickly as you sat upon my knife
I love your sweet cold fingers,
they love to dangle and play
Don't fret, you didn't really need them,
so I devoured them as an entree
I hate what you've done with your hair!
Give it another trim, me thinks!
Take it off at the neck-line and put in a blood-red rinse
[repeat chorus]
'Cause playing hard to get my love was a useless game to play.
You knew you really wanted me,
oh your skin's so soft to flay
[repeat]

Abramelin - Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly human pyre
Who'd suspect a little boy that shouldn't play with fire?
Firmly tied down to the bed, sprawled across the mattress
Doused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matches
Eyes of horror open wide as finally the match is struck
Hungry fumes burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their backs
Excruciating torturous pain, as faces melt like wax
The fire-works excite the boy, he dances 'round the bed
Chanting, whooping merrily, his parents glowing red
Across the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the ceiling
Paint and flesh react the same, blistering and peeling
Blood, blackened lung and un-burnt fuel
Ooze from the mouth as filthy drool
Carbonized corpse brittle and thin
Teeth grinning brown through black flaking skin
Years gone by that little boy has turned into a man
Ten score lives gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry can
His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attack
Awakened by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac
The haunting dreams of parents dead,
torments his mind each day
New couples faces, a mere disguise,
those parents have to pay
Masturbating furiously, their torment he remembers
A whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the embers

Abramelin - Grave Ideals (Nekromaniak)

I'm in love with death- I Live for it. I die for it
Your life! Is mine to take away.
I'm here for the kill- I smell it. I taste it
I'll masturbate! All over your shallow grave.
The night is when I'll strike
- darkness is my domain.
A fever of lust burns through my loins
at the sight of you in pain.
I adore the screaming whore.
Begging for her life.
Her hot blood streams upon my face.
She's now my dying bride.
[Ch]
Ripped from cunt to chest,
Your flesh burns as I hack
My cock grows hard as I kill.
I'm the nekromaniak
You're out of luck, you bitching fuck, you'll cry
with one last gasp
I smell your fear, your end is here- here at last!
Now don't you fret. I've not come yet
- you are my darling slut!
I'll pull you down, into the ground
and give you one last fuck!
Your body still warm yet lifeless,
Your death is such a sight.
I pump your corpse in ecstasy then cum at
death's delight.
[Ch]

Abramelin - Your Casualty

Let me be your casualty
I loathe this world so set me free
This is not the place I want to be
Let me be your casualty
Your unbalanced brain can have it's way
To do all the horrid things I say
I need to perish. Can't you see?
Let me be your casualty
Pound my flesh till it's sickening blue
Ignore my screams and do what you do
I cower and whimper from your lethal assault
My wounds stand wide open. Where is the salt?
Fucked in the arse till I bleed blue guts
Scalding my eyes with cigarette butts
My genitals bleeding you moan with desire
Plugging my ears with coat-hanger wire
Sickened with madness, wielding your blade
Fucking the holes that your weapon has made
Blood boils forth from my panicked remains
Removing my scalp, extracting my brain
Berserking with your cleaver you beat me to the ground
Slabs of meat discarded, bloodshed all around
My body reduced to a puddle of red
You finger my larynx where once sat my head
Where is my saviour? Where is the light?
I'm drowning in darkness surrounded by night
Left all alone and filled with despair
Because of the life that I just could not bare

Abramelin - Deprived of Afterlife

No more breath, still in death.
Plush satin walls surround my home.
It's cold down here beneath your life,
no sight, no sound, alone.
The horrid stench of rotting flesh,
lingers in my head.
Embalming fluid fills my veins,
where once my blood ran red.
Mortified, I wait to go,
from here to my next world.
But alas I rot in this stinking hole,
my cries of pain unheard.
The maggots writhe beneath my flesh,
their eggs hatch in my eyes.
Sockets now a breeding ground.
In torment do I lie.
[Rpt]
Deprived of afterlife!

Abramelin - Humble Abode

Fear, you will fear me.
Ripped, I'll see you bleed
Fall, onto your knees. Pray to be freed.
You'll soon become a part of us.
Endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can't you control the ecstasy?
Death waits here to embrace you,
Hack your body and rape your soul.
Instruments of the finest degrees.
Blades eager for the taste of the crimson.
This house is a place of evil,
this house is a crypt of pain.
Don't fear it, we enjoy it,
bathe in its bleeding rain.
Your soul is mine for taking,
your mind is not alone.
We'll soon be in there with you,
come join our happy home.
You'll soon become a part of us,
endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can't you control the ecstasy?
Drowning in blood. Writhing in pain.
Transgress to... the realm of my madness!

Abramelin - Invocation

Long has thou dwelt in darkness-
Incarcerated, bitter, alone.
A ghoulish shade of decay,
the merciful earth should always hide.
[Rpt]
Freedom shall be yours though master,
for soon the rite shall commence
The brilliant moons stares in anticipation,
for she knows of the terror to come.
I stand at the cliff's edge, alone in the night.
The hour draws near as the planets align.
The ocean blazes in the spectral moon-light.
Distant peels of thunder sound from
a far horizon.
I raise my hands to the sky above.
The power surges, raging through my body.
I INVOKE YOU! I scream your name.
My muscles spasm and I fall to the ground.
My thoughts become confused.
The cold hand of fear clutches at my soul.
This is not what I wanted.
No banishing to send you back.
[Rpt]
Scrambling, madly, through the blackness.
Regurgitated, from the depths of hate.
Your awesome manifestation leaves me aghast.
Appearing in all your putrid glory.
Retribution time for me, is now,
as it is for mankind unbeknownst.
A world annihilated by,
the opening of the masters eye.

Abramelin - Misfortune

Like cattle to the slaughter, he lures them to their death
Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind, a crave for tearing flesh.
Friendly face, a lollipop.
He traps them after school
Flat-chested, pretty six-year-old, the type that makes him drool.
Lubricates his vile tool, child tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps, sheets stained brown and red
[Ch]
Frustration tears his mind apart
The pain in his brain- Making him insane...
His tool shed hosts a magnitude of corpses torn and scattered
Bloodied meat strewn on the floor from bodies slashed and tattered.
Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies torn apart
Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting abstract art.
Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid dreams
Horrors of his mind-made reality
More than flesh and blood can bear, raging uncontrolled
Feeble heartbeat drifts away, corpse lies still and cold.