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Honey, I Raised the Dead
01:11
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Necroplasm
03:22
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Spectral experiments, test subjects from the grave
"We will make the dead evolve!"
A necromancer of science; electrodes in brains
"Come, make your presence known!"
A chill fills the air, panic and despair
The doctor cries "Success!"
But soon he suspects that there is a side effect:
Transmutation and a lust for human flesh
Ectoplasmic stew, teratogenic goo
Believe us when we tell you not to get this stuff on you
Anomalistic form, ravenous, transformed
In death you have been reborn
Necroplasmic ghost,
hungry cannibal
Undead aberration,
peeling flesh from bones
Guitar solo: “Ghost Goo
A-Go-Go” by Arlo Hart
"I’ll haunt and I’ll hunger
A flesh-craving spectral abomination
Repulsive mutation
That the necroplasm has made me become"
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Garg smash
Crush—craniums are pulverized and shattered
Brains are splattered, turned to goo
Predatory, primitive and grim
Let the hunt begin
Prehistoric troglodyte inhabiting a cave
"I emerge to crush their puny human skulls
A severed limb, de-fleshed, becomes an implement of death
I use to bludgeon modern man into a pulp”
Brute force, a club of bone!
Connecting with a sickening thud
Eat your flesh and wear your skin
"To commemorate the hunt I shall paint this cave with blood"
Bludgeoned by bone, hammered and bashed
Beaten to splinters and shards
Primitive man, killing for sport
Fear the wrath of Garg!
Garg—He is mighty!
Garg—Will inflict
Fractures, contusions and pain
Faces collapse, eyeballs explode
Garg rules the primeval plain!
Guitar solo: “Prehistoric Club Scene” by Arlo Hart
Fear the wrath of Garg!
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Eviscerama
03:01
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We're hunting for the living beings to eviscerate
To butcher, to slaughter, eventually devour
Tearing limbs, peeling skin, hacking with a blade
Total mutilation of a putrefying corpse
Multiple incisions leave us elbow-deep in gore
Postmortem disembowelment, organs messily protrude
Forgive our lack of manners, we like playing with our food
Disembowel! Mutilate!
Eviscerama!
Pull up a chair! Grab a plate!
Eviscerama!
Spill your guts! Splatter gore!
Eviscerama!
Bones will snap! Blood will pour!
Eviscerama!
Brutal mutilation from which you cannot escape
Bloody ghosts dismember you and spit upon your grave
Body-snatching, ravenous and keen to disembowel
Make fist around the viscera and pull it out
Guitar solo: “Innards to Outards” by Arlo Hart
Grab your blade
Time to eviscerate
Bloody flesh
Carved into steaks
Guts have come out!
Suspended from hooks, they hang in the air
With dangling limbs and entrails laid bare
Severed heads, and blood flowing red
As we walk through the fields of the dead
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Smokin' Brains
02:49
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Have you heard about the awesome new drug?
It's a natural high
Grab a nug of the grey-matter sludge
Put it in your pipe
Carve some frontal lobe; dust with cerebellum and you load it in a bowl
RIP THAT SHIT
We guarantee this shit will fuck you up
Smoke!
Blaze!
Toke!
Brains!
Peel back skin, reveal the skeleton
Drill a hole; that's where you put the lighter in
Puff on the parietal
You hold it ‘til your lungs explode
Your head is going up in smoke because
you're smokin' brains!
Guitar solo: “A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Vape” by Arlo Hart
Smokin' brains!
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6. |
Psychoborg
02:50
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A cybernetic psychopath in a bleak and distant future time
Sadistic torture, mutilation, gory homicide
Blades in place of limbs, a lust for human blood
Hack away at genitals and guts
Cybernetically enhanced, with a CPU advanced
But the circuitry for empathy is gone
Psychoborg
Slice them up and bleed them dry
Fuck them all
Psychoborg
Play with their guts until they die
This is a new breed of futuristic killer, a psychopathic hunter on the streets
Robotic stalker, obsessed with vivisection,
Intestines sliced to sections, you'll be turned to human meat
Bass solo: “RoboChop” by Adam Slonakerforce
Guitar solo: “SHRED209” by Arlo Hart
Cuts and slices so precise, your flesh peeled off by blades
Torn to shreds you’ll sleep tonight in a shallow grave
Your junk is turned to home decor, your bones dissolve to dust
Victim of the Psychoborg's sadistic lust for human blood and guts
You are a corpse
The Psychoborg feels no remorse for his savage crimes
Killing for the thrill
He gets a rush from spilling guts
His bloody fantasies fulfilled
He is the Psychoborg
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Lust for the kill, the scent of blood
It's gonna be a massacre, a hunt for sitting ducks
Lethal teeth like razor blades that fill a gaping mouth
To puncture vital organs and then rip the fuckers out
Ancient apex predators, unchanged for countless years
Now they're armed with space technology, give life to all your fears
From a corner of the galaxy perpetually dark
Comes the advent of extinction called the cybernetic sharks
Run! ‘Cause here they come!
Feast! On human blood!
In frenzy of destruction humanity is doomed
Viscera and organs rapidly consumed
Bleeding frenzy…
In space!
Bass solo: “In Space, No One Can Hear You Shark” by Adam Slonakerforce
Guitar solo: “Houston, We Have a Shark” by Arlo Hart
Traveling through hyperspace to feast upon our flesh
Interstellar predators with crushing jaws of death
Hostile invasion on a planetary scale
Ancient beasts! On laser teeth the bodies are impaled
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Dawn of the Drunk
03:02
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Oh shit!
Filling up the glasses with a special batch of booze
A supernatural vintage from a cursed mummy's tomb
This curse is not a legend;it is very real, indeed
And now it's time to ravenously feed
Devious inebriation, reaving hordes of drunks will walk the Earth
Bloodlust, intoxication; laying waste and stumbling forth
Drunken rage, annihilation; trails of mangled corpses in our wake
Destruction, devastation; eat the dead and get shitfaced
Apocalypse, the end is near
The sober will be hunted down and slain
The drunk shall rule the Earth
The liquor of the grave
The curse distilled
swill, drink, spill, black out, thrash, kill
Chaos and strife, human demise,
Run for your life,
The dawn of the drunk
Guitar solo: “Intoxipocalypse” by Arlo Hart
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Skull Mountain of Skulls
03:40
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A monumental edifice reaching to the sky
A mountain of discarded heads, towering miles high
Ghastly, ghostly architects,undead engineers
Driven by a compelling need to haunt the stratosphere
Spectral carnivores labor in the abattoirs
Harvest raw materials to build
The project will continue until every living person has been killed
Skulls! Ascending to the sky
Heads! A thousand miles wide
Build! Our work is never done
Kill! Slaughter everyone!
Bass solo: “Splatterhorn”
by Adam Slonakerforce
Make the mountain grow
We have miles left to go
Tirelessly slave
Build it into outer space
Guitar solo: “Sir Deadmund
Killary” by Arlo Hart
Build it high, raise it high, up into the sky
A latticework of putrid skulls to slip these surly bonds
We ascend and feel no fear, we transcend the atmosphere
We are gore-soaked pioneers, hear us as we say
Off with their heads
A mountain of death
Off with their heads
Let construction commence
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2129, after the apocalypse, a mercenary mutant fighting force
Motorized artillery to decimate humanity, a future of barbaric total war
Plasma cannons strike from an armored motorbike; cross the hellish landscape for the raid
In terror they will flee, the human enemy, who all will be devoured or enslaved
Full scale obliteration!
Exploding batteries of hell
Apocalyptic detonation!
Die!
Mutant! Operative! Tactical! Overland raiders!
Ghostly! Heavy! Ordnance!
Strike Team!
M.O.T.O.R.G.H.O.S.T.!
“Ride forth, my brothers; onto victory
When we have purged the human scourge, on corpses we will feast
Mutant marauders,mount your death machines
Immortalize our legacy in blood and gasoline!”
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11. |
Worship the Ghost
02:19
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We are the cannibal ghosts, here to feast on the dead
To slaughter the living and rip them to shreds
Drinking and searching for humans to roast
Bow to your masters, WORSHIP THE GHOST
Craving your flesh, thirsting for blood
The maneating thrashers will tear out your guts
Haunting the crypt, opening graves
GHOSTBLOOD will RIP OFF YOUR FACE
Bloody ghosts of metal, preying on your fear
Slaughtering our audience and drinking all their beer
Whipped into a frenzy as the blood begins to flow
Before you die, please make some time for worshipping the ghost
Guitar solo: "Deify the Specter" by Arlo Hart
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GHOSTBLOOD Seattle, Washington
GHOSTBLOOD is a metal band from Seattle, WA. Also, we are cannibal mutant ghosts who habitually smoke brains and eat the dead.
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