Feast Upon the Lamb (Split 2017)

by Krotchripper, Plaguebearer

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FULL ALBUM STREAM: youtu.be/QYWu1dNKaJk

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released February 1, 2017

KROTCHRIPPER
GrimmGrimm (Vocals)
Butt Rot (Guitar, Bass, Drum Programming)

PLAGUEBEARER
Astaroth (Vocals)
Dark Lord (Guitar, Bass)
Necrotizer (Drum Programming & Synths)

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Track Name: Krotchripper - Eating the Disdain of Christ
Munching, crunching, eating, beating, chomping, snorting, all abhorrent,
Lots of bleeding, very pleasing, so much feasting, flesh depleting,
Bones appealing, now revealing maggots breeding, blood congealing
Way to easy, lack of screaming, though relieving, rage still seething
No more fucking hunting, only grunting, crunching, munching them
Must just keep on eating just to eat the rotting rest of them
Placements on their cross tells me which ones are the freshly dead
Now to tell you of the gory story of these corpses left out for me

fucked

From the beginning they've done nothing but wasted life
Going forth for god, presented as an ancient rite
Religion, an ancient festering wound upon this earth,
Providing the ignorance of living only to earn rebirt

Death. In death, a chance at an afterlife
Too bad, you're dead. Led astray to sacrifice

Hopeless, was their surrender to piety
Worthless, was their presence to humanity
Wasted, were their thoughts, prayers and blessings
They mattered not to the king but only to the subjugant society

Relinquished their freedom to be part of their kingdom, they were promised an eternal bliss
Murdered blasphemers, they knew not of god, and they must bow down in his piss
Prayed for redemption, to erase all their sins, they shant ever sin again
By their god to then be betrayed and mounted on their own crucifix

Eating the disdained of the christ

Sweet it is to taste of the suffering on their flesh
The betrayal, dried tears, and the fear in their skin, it surely adds to the decadence
Savoring the taste of the surely insane, I eat with disdain for the christ
Peeling their meat off fresh from the bone, awaiting next sacrifice.