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I wish I could understand where Rafa's posts are coming from lately. Is that what moving from Mexico to Canada brings along? I might bury my dream for another couple of years then.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 5:51 am Posts: 17078 Location: TX
Self Polluted wrote:
Ben, do you have the lyrics for that?
I shit you not:
Slaves to the Pyre Passing under the divine bodies hanging under the sacred grove that adjoins the temple Uppsala putrefaction a sign of god’s approval
Suffocating holy odour of the dead blessing the believers until the seasons end god of the gallows observing from within asgard watching as they make their way preparing to send this slave into the spirit world to accompany her master and celebrate with the glorious dead
Her last days spent feasting drinking and having sex with her master’s friends volunteering for a heathen death hail the gods who bring up the winds making the flames more intense decreasing the time for crossing over lowered and restrained strangled with a rope overwhelmed and struggling to breathe a ritual dagger plunged into the chest
Warm blood floods the lungs an unbroken gaze upon the face quiet and peaceful as the body is consumed by flames.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 5:51 am Posts: 17078 Location: TX
rafa_garcia18 wrote:
those drummers are like the best humans ever
The drummer for Brodequin is actually one of the 5 or 10 fastest in all of death metal. Trust me, that is saying a lot. Along with John Longstreth, he probably has the fastest non-gravity blast beats.
Slaves to the Pyre Passing under the divine bodies hanging under the sacred grove that adjoins the temple Uppsala putrefaction a sign of god’s approval
Suffocating holy odour of the dead blessing the believers until the seasons end god of the gallows observing from within asgard watching as they make their way preparing to send this slave into the spirit world to accompany her master and celebrate with the glorious dead
Her last days spent feasting drinking and having sex with her master’s friends volunteering for a heathen death hail the gods who bring up the winds making the flames more intense decreasing the time for crossing over lowered and restrained strangled with a rope overwhelmed and struggling to breathe a ritual dagger plunged into the chest
Warm blood floods the lungs an unbroken gaze upon the face quiet and peaceful as the body is consumed by flames.
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I knew there was more than met the ear.