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The Revolution Vol. 1

by Brutal Revolution Promotions

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Here in this crypt, I'm happy as a pig in shit I'll never tire of my little graveyard games I dig my fingers into graveworm ridden flesh Rot softened skin gives way to me at my slightest touch... I close my eyes I breathe the acrid stench I penetrate her parchment skin,as maggots writhe upon my swollen sin I creep in again I need sweet release Oh, the ecstasy these necrotic pleasures bring... And once they die, I push inside They'd say I'm sick If they knew of my predilections Id say they're right, but hey, I guess that's more for me. Congealing liquids pool around my filthy knees As I thrust into this rotten meat, foul object of my needs I close my eyes I breathe the acrid stench I penetrate her parchment skin as maggots writhe upon my swollen sin I creep in again I need sweet release Oh, the ecstasy these necrotic pleasures bring And once they die, I come alive ...Alive
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He looks up to the skies with hate filling his eyes As he observed the suffering Indoctrination hijacked his life His mind for Christ – an offering Mind of clay made to be molded World of lies that build it No regard for human emotion The end of faith is near He looks up to the skies with hate filling his eyes As he observed the suffering The theologian sits in silence and he contemplates life Famine, poverty, rape, strife Horrors won’t escape his mind He knows they’re wrong He utters the psalms Regurgitating Christ he cries “Why?” He looks up to the sky with hate filling his eyes As he observed the suffering Unending studies and unanswered questions Condemn his curiosity He is alone, the church not his home Spits up his wine denying Christ Regurgitating Christ he cries “Why?” He looks up to the sky with hate filling his eyes As he observed the suffering Scriptures of dead ends do not convince him His life is made for heaven He cripples in fear The blood of Christ smears Regurgitating Christ he cries “Why?”
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It is here where the souls of the damned are judged punished and tortured for their actions. An eternity of agony and endless suffering, home to those who sculpted their own destruction. To endure the weight of their words. To embrace the pain they deserve. These lost souls subjected to defilement of their bodies. They will decompose due to fates harsh will Wandering souls, condemned to misery, helpless souls, Punished for their trickery, lonely souls, clouded with mystery worthless Souls Enchained, For, eternity Fields of punishment damned into the lap of the gods. A horrendous tragedy of morality returned with savage brutality. Annihilation, of the human spirit, of the human spirit. Bringing order into the minds of those who lost have their way. Labors of horrific pain each and every day. Enter the realm of, a, deranged death lord bow. The battle between, man and beast, shook earth to its core. Countless bodies littered the ground as my army grows. Worthless, lives extinguished forced to continue to the underworld. Repulsive, obsessive, a bloodbath of horror a barbaric display of my power. Scream for me as I devour your soul making my world your reality. Scream for me as I devour your soul making my world your reality. Fields of punishment damned into the lap of gods. A horrendous tragedy, returned with savage brutality. Eternity, here with no where to go. Find comfort in your new home The Underworld, my dark hell. May you forever burn within the flame.
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Young girl on the highway, thumbing a ride going my way Slow the car offer a ride, never again was she seen alive Terrified as you die, choked to death, muffled cries Evil deeds in the night, witnessed by lifeless eyes Dark lusts live in my soul, can't keep them in control Now another life is gone, how long will this go on? Don my mask become him, evil man, evil deeds Feelings stop, heart goes cold, I transform, no control Ya' naked blue and going cold, this is how the evil rolls Buried in a shallow grave, soon you shall become my slave When the moon is full by sight, then I'll know you are just ripe In the moonlight I return, make a love for which I burn Deep in the woods my love blooms, like the fungus in her womb Shallow grave, sex slave, I crave Sickness it stains my soul, can't keep it under control Soon I'll put on the mask again to become the evil man REPEAT VERSE & CHORUS Vile foul bitch of my creation, infatuation sick sensation Crime of passion in the forest, buried just beneath the surface You wanted a lift, now you're all alone Dead in a ditch, half naked and cold I donned the mask, the evil man came...Your life did end
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The purpose of Brutal Revolution Promotions is to help bands get a little bit of extra promotion of course! This first installment of 30 bands is full of a variety of music for almost every music taste. Keep supporting the underground everyone. Stay brutal & enjoy!

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released June 1, 2015

Artwork: OneTwoTree Designs
www.facebook.com/pages/OneTwoTree-Designs/291518004205786


Bands:

Darkall Slaves
Curse The Flesh
Intercranial Tremors
The Overmind
A Plague in Faith
Despondent
Eye of Khorazin
Gates of Tartarus
Final Faith
Neoplasmah
Maze of Terror
Rotting Malignancy
Gape
Cuff
Aborning
Saraphim Defloration
Metazog
Spawned From Hate
Cranial Discharge
Disfiguring the Diseased
Necroexophilia
Worship the Pestilence
Postmortem Fetal Extrusion
Foetal Dystrophy
Vegas Rhythm Kings
Hate Inclination
Phalloplasty
Operation Cunt Destroyer
Unborn Deformity
Coprogasm

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