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Scorched (demo)

by Creeping Flesh

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1.
Scorched 04:09
Invade Bataan Secure the beachheads Crush the resistance They will burn Ordered to clear In our enemy strike fear With brutal efficiency I fire up my 93 Flames engulfing hideouts Boiling bodies from within Screams for mercy silenced Defence lines run thin Skin disintegrate Blood evaporate Torch them I watch them burn Scorched As flesh turns to ashes Torch them I watch them burn Scorched With fire purifying flesh Fuming corpses scattered Twisted shapes of coal Horrors spawned from flame Devouring your bodies whole The scent of fuel excites As smoke slowly ascends The only way to end Seething hatred from within To undo what earth has built Disregard of their blood spilt All of my desire Rekindle Hades fire Meat obliterate Flame exterminate Torch them I watch them burn Scorched As flesh turns to ashes Torch them I watch them burn Scorched With fire purifying flesh With fire - purifying flesh In fire - you die Torch them I watch them burn I watch them burn
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Created in his image Warring neighbours our fate Lust for blood devours us We're murderers by state Worship overturned The flickering light of faith snuffed out Detatchement from our deeds Armed forces bred with hate By blind faith the sword is swayed Grand judgement of man, humanity forgone Sentenced to cast the first stone Abandoned in a hellhole, powerless but free Ungodly revelation, trench apostasy No man from heaven sent No halo clad regent Pure frothing enmity We rule the front Prayers go unanswered Fate of men untold More bloodied than the cross His sins are thousandfold Brutality appeasing lord Grand judgement of man, humanity forgone Sentenced to cast the first stone Abandoned in a hellhole, powerless but free Ungodly revelation, trench apostasy Perverted rites administerd Conquering those they sacrificed Sacrificed To fight and die dishonored To fall and rot alone No warm light upon med Just frozen to the bone Grand judgement of man, humanity forgone Sentenced to cast the first stone Abandoned in a hellhole, powerless but free Ungodly revelation, trench apostasy
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Moscows orders Reclaim our soil Encircle their forces Obliterate and destroy Not one step back Or die like rats Drive them out From this land of ours Summon every man From Kursk to Magadan No matter the cost This battle can't be lost All aboard This vessel of doom Across the Volga Awaits your tomb Up the shores Disregard their fire Victory Lies across the wires Lead the charge Through the barrage Forever onwards Death, the greatest honor Your sacrifice Will turn the tide Set this theatre aflame And make it their grave MG42's hammering away Few will survive the day One stray bullet could mean the end Onwards, Stalins command Lead the charge Through the barrage Forever onwards Death, the greatest honor Your sacrifice Will turn the tide Set this theatre aflame And make it their grave Carcasses entombed in rubble and ruin Stepping through piles of intestines that fester Iced faces gaping, the ghastly remains Our undoing, the ultimate horrors of war Summon every man From Kursk to Magadan No matter the cost This battle can't be lost Infantry charging Into the breach Kill all those Who dares to retreat They're dug in deep Hellfires upon us Gunned down in heaps In a storm of guts Thousands die for every inch of ground When our work is done There will be nothing left But the stench of death One stray bullet could mean the end Forever onwards Death - The greatest honor

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released November 13, 2016

Recorded in September 2016 by Creeping Flesh.
Mixed and mastered by Dennis Eriksson, Working Class Studios.

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