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Stalactite Cunt Shrine

by Krotchripper

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1.
LYRICS: way back in the beginning we just thought we were trolling everyone and everybody without no reasoning and the-the-the-the-the-then we realized ya'll niggas's false and the-the-the-the-the-then we took ya'lls faces off and you wondered why we been trolls since the mothafucking beginning, huh? horny!!! we trolls is fucking horny there is no reasoning take what we want, there is no worry when you're not a human being being a troll means having no worries no being complacent, or being a bitch dont be a dirty cunt, dont worry life's not about the little shit sustain life and feast and prey upon the weak and utterly mind infested we are the unholy glory through pure malintention we are the unholy glory there are no societal standards worth losing soul for following each one must seek their own path and never be looking backwards upon failures and transgressions but be seeking immortality.
2.
LYRCIS: Putrescent pools of piss and bloody chunks Ingredients to a recipe debauchered Dismembered stumps and assorted limbs bely the room Blood stains the walls piss n cum on the floor Masturbating onto spare chunks throbbing meat Remainders tossed in the soup soon devoured My cock gets harder as I stir in body parts Licking rotting corpse meat Drool runs out my Mouth Aromas pierce the air like overclaws in the night The gruel is almost ready Throw it in fire In the darkness they are writhing feasting on their own Basking in pools of fermented blood and piss Slurping, gobbling, eating, farting Slurping, gobbling, feasting! Slimy hot chunks of meat Basked in a pool of piss Intestines juicy warm and wet fall between teeth Slurping, gobbling, eating, shitting Slurping, gobbling, feasting! hungry hungry hungry hungry eat eat eat eat hungry hungry hungry hungry eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat!
3.
Rotalysis 03:32
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Terrorf*cked 04:33
LYRICS: Faces distorted in permanent horror The glances were glimpses of barbaric ends Putrefactees laying there in poses Munging on corpsemeat and grinding rearends Gouging new wounds to fuck All krotches were ripped And the assholes all done The feeling veins upon a troll's cock An orgasmic explosion of grand trollish spunk Thrusting faster and faster Up until reaching antithesis of disaster And when the dead bodies go limp They're thrown off the cock and replaced by a scrimp Running out of more bodies lust unfulfilled Unless Putrid and rotten underneath of some corpses Are unconscious living finish them off and put cock within Ripping raw flesh can be just as fun only when it's properly done Mincing up their cunts Tear out new feti to make room for cum We're coming to get you To fistfuck and rape you Terrorfucked bitches all over the place Blood pouring from kunts fresh cum on their face This all happened before they were dead Their eyes all still open and cunts still run red Over and over and over again Bitches brought in and drowned in semen Hungry for more fresh meat a deviant's choicest treat Cock thrusting that erstwhile eating her face Pelvic bones split in half dick sticking out full staff Ejaculeruption in explosion cum blood and guts Terrorfucked terrorfucked That's what they call being errorfucked Bitches all over the place Their souls wishing death but in sight is no trace Terrorfucked terrorfucked That's what they call being terrorfucked
6.
LYRICS: weak. weak follow weak on a long one way path they know not what they are march of the philistines walking in fine lines shoulder to shoulder eyes with no solace the air becomes colder screams are heard ahead the weak remain transfixed now they walk amongst thousands of corpses Gazing upon the dead From the top of mountainside There two trolls cast hex Laughing at the omnicide weak. weak still follow weak on the same one way path they know not what is to come march of the philistines Never knowing that death is coming closer unable to hear the screams over their own footsteps FALLING most of them died from tachycardia on the way down the rest snapped backs and necks on the already mangled ones a few were left suffering, unheard due to being covered by dead philistines.
7.
LYRICS: hours pass by and the killing is done the yyzzarrddd continues the chant as he must the risen gather the corpses undaunted by burden a time taking task as the whole town was murdered some carried torsos, and the others held stumps most just made off with the lovely lady lumps the yyzzaarrddd left alone in his hall begins to dance trollbone in hand, hand deep inside his pants as the risen arrive with bodies freshly ripped to eat the yyzzaarrddd strokes his naughty's, relentlessly beating meat the risen hit the floor into their state of transformation and the trolls rushed in for the flesh that would ultimately feed them the yyzzaarrddd blew chunks simultaneously with loads of semen the trolls sighed as they realized the flesh now need some cleanin'
8.
LRYICS: i rose from the breast of the tallest of mountains i rose from the depths of the darkest and deepest of caves where the hall's were filled with corpses long forgotten, fermented and aged truncated bodies, are all that remain the people all fled in pain, nothing left but empty houses must find a place to satiate the hunger again following the lingering scent, into madness soon i'll descend to feed my lust, my source of pride to crunch upon the bones again, the flesh will be mine. treading the slopes, not a living being in sight the relentless pangs of hunger have followed me these eight nights the scent is getting stronger as my trail grows longer to crunch upon the bones again, the flesh will be mine. my journey is almost complete... finally see the glimpses of meat hanging from the crosses, some of them still alive i think it's finally time... time to dine. feed feed rip them from the crosses throw them on the ground tear apart their fleshy bits and let their cries resound for this troll has come to eat and his feast he's found tear apart their fleshy bits and let their cries resound the hunger, now that it's gone i question, were these bodies left to be found? if they were then who had left them did they know i was to come? did they leave them living just for me? to have some fun? the real question that remains to be answered is when and will there be more?

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i. Trollish Killings
ii. Putrescent Pools of Piss & Bloody Chunks
iii. Rotalysis
iv. Stalactite Cunt Shrine
v. Terrorfucked
vi. March of the Philistines

Bonus Tracks
vii. The Yyzzaarrddd
viii. It Comes From the Mountains

Trolltal Groove Time: 31:03

Released by Sevared Records, Necrotic Records, & Krotchripper.

SR-307 / NECR -020

credits

released July 31, 2015

Cover & Tray Art by Brad Moore
www.bradmooreartwizard.com

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