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Crud - Crud

by Crud

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Crud - Crud 40:56
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Damned spawn You scum! Your ancestors should have been burnt long ago! With mud you sprinkled your own creation, Your fucking existence is the mistake of dickhead, who impaled your mother on cock That whore, she shouldn’t have had given birth You whorespawn, you pathetic turd Damned spawn must be burnt! Damned spawn I shall drive your cross through your chest My blade will lacerate your skin I will rejoice You ought to die, skullfuck You must perish I shall bathe in your blood Wash away your shame I will Damned spawn Die, you, goddamn twat! As the emptiness of my soul denies winds of hell of escape Six feet of cold soil drain the body of the last bit of heat For the void Mourn suits you, Plant a kiss on this cold cadaver Its skin so pale Dead gray mask stares at you I named it death I came to you, And woe follows behind Woe by my side. Stab her Mother, I’m tired of them Oh mother, if you only knew How tired am I. I have cleaned the knife, Mom, I’ve cleaned my large knife Do you wanna try? Oh mom, do you want me to stab you? I’m so weary Why couldn’t you clean the bathtub? Why wouldn’t you, fucking old rag, just clean The fucking bathtub? It’s night, Time to take out the garbage I told you, cunt, Take these fucking buckets out! I’m so tired, mother, I need this whore, Bring them to me! Why wouldn’t you understand, I need their blood! They want to listen to music with me! Oh mommy, you never loved me! Slut! They will love me instead of you Yes, Stab her! Stab her with knife now! So what, do you like that girls look? I knew you would like it, Don’t forget to have a meal I don’t want you to die hungry Mother, feed the girls!!! Everyone remembers the smell of damp soil Disease onset Abscess inside Patience runs dry Losing grasp on reality. Shadow on wall, Cast by man in the noose Stupid formality You will be wracked with pain till the end. Destruction for salvation, Bear the existence like virus, and balance on verge of demise, The cut doesn’t bleed Hack me! Spit in my wounds! Smear them With mud! You are my executor, Laugh, Gouge my eyes out Pour the broken glass upon them Release me… Put me in grave naked! I want to smell the damp dirt. Let the rain Wash filth aw From the corpse. I have nothing to tell them, Though, they will meet their demise! Everyone remembers the smell of damp soil Tangle of worms Awaits for feast. Lying in mud Watching the grey sky Staring at the grey sky. Carnivore Omnipotent accuser, Flesh-eating, cold-blooded, Incensing mists of the marsh, sinking In darkness and staleness of mire Donning the black vestment of thick sludge and moss, Feasting the centipedes with rotting hearts of dead trees, Stirring the entrails Rising of the ancient bowels of earth, Smudging the slough Calling the sludge upon himself, He billowed for the skies, Growing over the dying treetops, Where once were meadows, He lurked in grass, Passing by the graveyards of men, Who forgot the funeral mystery. There’s no blood and no soul in him, And there will never be. As empty as he is He doesn’t need one. And yet, only omnipotent accuser, Hunching, not daring to look up, Enveloping old forest with dampness, The reflection in murky waters, Came to life, as twilight broke, Faceless, existent yet unliving Strays the infinite time planes Execute the errant souls! Execute! Leave them To stiffen at dawn.

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Side project from the members of Krahnholm.
The lyrics are about сurse, murder, rape, death, satanism

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released July 13, 2017

Horm : Drums
Crud : Guitars, Bass, Songwriting
Midgard : Vocals

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