Beastplague

by Beastplague

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Recorded July of 2013 with Spencer Mattlin at Dino Rock Studios in Boca Raton, Florida. Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio.

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released 21 February 2014

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Track Name: Concubina Sordibus
I control your senses
All your fear's aroused.
Your body's decomposing
Head's been spun around.

I am no one, I am your end.
I will posses until your dead.

I am your end.
Track Name: True Force
One day, a real rain will come and wash the scum off the streets.
One day, you'll know what it means to look redemption in the eye.

I can't sleep anymore, I've grown too anxious.
I want to stomp you out.
Track Name: Full Sequence
Lured here against your will.
A stranger in a foreign land.
Insanity that will ensue.
Something you can't comprehend.

My life's work, to see you suffer.

Three people in one, living off one another.
Product of my experiments.
You were born to be my pet.
Track Name: Fortis Quadramanus
You pose to me no threat.
I'll give you a warrior's death.
I'll kill you with one hit of my four mighty fists.
Collector of souls, for the master.
Draining your blood, killing you faster.

Death is imminent.
This is your final fight.
Track Name: Ruined
Ruined, done, destroyed.
Nothing left to find.

Falling.
Ruined.
Falling.
Destroyed.

Cease to exist.
You will not be missed.

Ruined.
Track Name: Castration
Beaten to submission.
Pulverized and choked.
Vengeful degradation. Humility, a joke.
Bleeding from the torso.
Manhood is revoked.

Castration...
Castration...

Castration, by a woman's hand.
Castration, less of a man.
Castration, never again.
Castration.
Track Name: Glorified Rottendom
I'll swallow your soul, feast on your spirit, eviscerate.

Join us, taste our sins.
Blood-drenched, destined to rot.
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.

Bodily dismemberment, putrid stench of excrement, laughing while you die.
Immolation imminent, burial in sediment, mimicking your cries.

Destined to rot.
Track Name: Self-Extinction
Death's cold hand
Wrapped around my throat.
Eyes of fire
Breath of sewage.

Lies and deceit
Forever brewing.

Eyes exploding
Eardrums shattered
Skin is wilting
Hair is fraying.

Drain every drop.
Vomit out my soul.