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Spectacle Of Suffering
04:39
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Endless seas of the condemned march to the altar. Undivided in their sorrow, with no hope for redemption, they pay with their blood.
Ancient tolerance. Cries fill the air; blood curdling madness. The self-righteous leer.
Splintering agony.
Clawing at the sky.
The rivers of torment flow infinite, crashing through every open wound.
Into the pits they descend; consumed by their excruciating torture.
All will die on display, in a manner so sickening, crying out for a heaven.
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Mists Of Blood
06:38
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Spiraling ash ascends from the pyre, climbing through the putrid air. Entranced purveyors watch on and chant as the filth is cleansed by the slaughter.
The sky glows red with fire to the ends of the earth. Eternal damnation or endure being torn limb from limb, entrails ablaze for you laughing masters?
Dragged by their horses under thundering hooves and sunk to the depths as a lifeless vessel... never to surface again.
Entrails ablaze.
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Entrails Ablaze
02:39
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Visceral carnage for suffering hordes. Legs ground to stumps, reaming their souls.
A storm of iron and lead grinds until there's nothing left. Machinery meets flesh.
Spiritual wounds; scarred forever.
Mists of blood; gates to the ether.
Fall through the remnants. Mists of blood. Curse the creator.
Over the fallen, march in exhaustion.
As tears forge the rust frost sets in their bones. A grim, haunting memory. Defined by this hell, they pray for the end.
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Hellwater
07:37
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Looming in the shell holes; an evil stench so vile. This thirst is deadly as they waste to the bone. The water corrodes; the only source of relief. Dysentry, atrophy, incinerate.
Hellish tomb, ensnaring the desperate.
Skin falls from the bone, all is left to decay.
The poison shackles lay waste to the weak and turn their grip on the survivors as they gasp for relief. Fueled by the toxic fluid, skeletal husks dig through the earth. Sheltered by rust and disease and cowering in the sediment. Wells of chemicals and dismemberment. Pools of disgust and horror. No sign of the pure, we drink from the corrupt.
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