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Warhole

by Terminal Violence

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Lost Soul This is a sick band 🤘
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grabnebel Killer release!
Can't wait for the full length. Favorite track: Riddle of a Nightmare.
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1.
I close my eyes at midnight to meet the cousin of death But the rite of every night begins: hordes of monsters are dwelling in my dreams I pray to the earth for just one night of rest I tried with drugs, I tried with meds but these nightmares have me obsessed Nightmares lie in wait! I lay awake in my sleep! Fighting with my nightmares endlessly Nightmares lie in wait! This lack of rest is killing me! Since I wake up I nightmares endlessly I welcome the sandman because I need a solution And the only thing he tells me is to solve a fucking riddle The riddle is easy enough and so is the solution So stay with me a little more if you want to hear the conclusion Nightmares lie in wait! I lay awake in my sleep! Fighting with my nightmares endlessly Nightmares lie in wait! This lack of rest is killing me! Since I wake up I nightmares endlessly Terminal Violence! Terminal Violence! What brings eternal ease and it’s the cure of every disease? What brings eternal ease and it’s the cure of every disease? Is to Die! To Die! Sandman’s death sets mind in peace!
2.
Wild Beasts 03:24
Drops of blood on the street A busted eyebrow and a dripping split lip By far the least of your problems When facing forces of the new world order Metaverse consuming all Making Isolation mankind’s last call Slaves of apathy surfing the Web Slowly falling the downward spiral Fight the misery of this fallacy Slaves of apathy fight for anarchy A new world order has begun Welcome to the Idiocracy Wild beasts Maniacal strugglers Tearing the leash Wild beasts Revolution will take the streets 19 fucking 84 George Orwell was foreseeing all Surrender to illusion of control Sons of the Big Brother in a perma-state of neverending riots Will you stay part of the mob Corporations taking over Is that the future that you want! Fight the misery of this fallacy Slaves of apathy fight for anarchy A new world order has begun Welcome to the Idiocracy Wild beasts Maniacal strugglers Tearing the leash Wild beasts Revolution will take the streets Rise and Fight! Rise and Fight! Wild beasts Maniacal strugglers Tearing the leash Wild beasts Revolution will take the streets Wild beasts SLAY! BIS
3.
Freedom Let’s explode the gates of the graves Insanity will reign while we go across the gates Freedom Ecstasy of the rotten flesh is dreadful and unstoppable Psycho zombies spinning in a hurricane Nothing remains No time to eat the necromancer Nothing remains Make a step in be welcomed to the Party ‘till dawn The zombies mosh on Tear this place apart Rotten to the core Feel the thrill of the moshocalipse Enraved Chaos coils through the venue’s halls Limbs fall, eyes roll, balls gone but nobody cares Enraved Violently moshing franticly until you lose you head This party’s flow will never stop even if you drop dead Nothing remains No explanation and no answers Nothing remains Make a step in be welcomed to the Party ‘till dawn The zombies mosh on Tear this place apart Rotten to the core Feel the thrill of the moshocalipse Resurrected, born infected, Lacerated, eviscerated, Calcinated, rotten and jaded ‘cause death equals all!
4.
Soldiers 04:48
Dog eat dog! Corruption of the system Dog eat dog! Surviving the Holocaust Dog eat dog! Brothers dying victims of the frost Dog eat dog! Thousands of deaths with no avail The uttermost aggression is to have an itching palm And also have a power able to corrupt your mind and soul Leading up the armies in the safety of their homes Building up their wellness in a monstrous pile of death and bones of death and bones of death and bones Soldiers fighting for liberty of the land Preserving a throne made of sand All hail the empire of lies Ephemeral crowns tyrannize Laughing their asses off they cry They witness the fall of mankind Every time making the poor To suffer the struggles of war Murderers! Genocidal sadistic fucks! Liars! Hypocrites! Die! BIS of death and bones The uttermost aggression is to have an itching palm And also have a power able to corrupt your mind and soul Leading up the armies in the safety of their homes Building up their wellness in a monstrous pile of death and bones Soldiers fighting for liberty of the land Preserving a throne made of sand All hail the empire of lies Ephemeral crowns tyrannize Laughing their asses off they cry They witness the fall of mankind Every time making the poor To suffer the struggles of war Soldiers fighting for liberty of the land Preserving a throne made of sand All hail the empire of lies Ephemeral crowns tyrannize Laughing their asses off they cry They witness the fall of mankind Every time making the poor To suffer the struggles of Murderers! Genocidal sadistic fucks! Liars! Hypocrites! Die! BIS
5.
Wasting time as it isn’t worth a dime and once’s lost nothing’s left behind Memories fade into the shadows of remembrance as my brain remains confined There’s something wrong with me I despise this mind that is rotting me Is something wrong with me? When I cannot find the answers Self destruction is never an option So in this confusion What should I do? Mind Denial! In a burial of thought! Burial of Thought! In a living morgue that barely remains vital! BIS I can’t barely recognize myself For the eyes of a stranger I must be dead So what need have you to dread The struggle of the mind and the flesh! There’s something wrong with me I despise this mind that is rotting me Is something wrong with me? When I cannot find the answers Self destruction is never an option So in this confusion What should I do? Mind Denial! In a burial of thought! Burial of Thought! In a living morgue that barely remains vital! BIS

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released January 7, 2023

Recorded, mixed and produced by Edgar Beltri at La Atlantida Estudio (Barcelona)

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