Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason to create...
Man and its contents. Never to rise again.
Energy hovered over the earth no more, machinery takes your pride, machinery takes your mind.
Minority rules the earth. Feel the rage pounding. Calculated to inject the poison.
Selected to be the one slaying the lamb. The flames touch your face.
Gun barrels making its way through your chest. Alive but no breathing.
The clock ain't real.
- Slaying The Lamb
- Deranged Assassin
- Rebirth In Blood
- Guttural Screams
- Taste Of God
- No New Beginning
- Come Death
- Disincarnated (Gorguts co..
- Another Kill