-BIRTH OF A DEMON-
Born of fire
Boiling blood
A wretched birth
A demon son
Empty vains
The stench of death
His mind compels
To rip at flesh

Pull out their guts
Not driven to kill
Gouge at their eyes
This is his will
Castration of men
Upon the rocks
Raping the whores
With severed cocks

Chewing the flesh
Chin dripping blood
The skin of his victims
Now become one
Gnawing and biting
Cutting and hacking
Regaining the blood
His body is lacking

Bodies are piled
Everyone dying
Woman are screaming
Children are crying
Buried alive
Covered in blood
Shatter their bones
Pounded to dust

Born of fire
Boiling blood
A wretched birth
A demon son
Birth of a demon
Born deranged
Bred to kill
Torture and maim

-YOU CAN'T SPELL SLAUGHTER WITHOUT LAUGHTER-
Slashing hacking blood is splashing on me
Ribs are broken you can bearly berath
Soked in blood continuing killing spree
My hands are stained red as dozens drop dead
Hachet splits head blood drains dark red

Hacking off limbs and cutting out hearts
Add them to the pile of body parts
Hammering blow shatters your knees
Setting fire to your body as you scream
Pusing blisters pop as you bleed

Dismembering bodys and keeping the parts
A reminder of my grizzly work of art
Hysterically killing diversity is thrilling
Maniacal laughter followed by blood splatter
Stabbing in the throat to stop mindless chatter

Slashing hacking blood is splashing on me
Ribs are broken you can bearly berath
Soked in blood continuing killing spree
My hands are stained red as dozens drop dead
Hachet splits head blood drains dark red

You cant spell slaughter without laughter

Hyperextending limbs until they break
Shooting heated lead to destroy you face
Organs and limbs littered over the place
Setting fire burn it down your erased
Leaving no evidence there is no trace

Slashing hacking blood is splashing on me
Ribs are broken you can bearly berath
Soked in blood continuing killing spree
My hands are stained red as dozens drop dead
Hachet splits head blood drains dark red

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III

if you dont like it why comment you probally dont even listen to that type of music anyway

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III

We comment because you put such mindless trash in our face, asshat!

Your momma know you're playing with her computer again?



Arjay

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"Here's why reliability is job one: A great sounding amp that breaks down goes from being a favorite piece of gear to a useless piece of crap in less time than it takes to read this sentence." -- BRUCE ZINKY

once again i doubt you even listen to the same music i do

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III

Reminds me of lyrics from Exodus or Slayer (way back).

There is a place for this kind of stuff. I consider this one a classic.

Bonded by Blood
Black magic rites on this black evil night
Begin with the slice of the blade
Metal and blood come together as one
Onlookers they gasp in dismay
Taste the sweet blood of one another
Sharing without any greed
Bang you head as if up from the dead
Intense metal is all that you need

Murder in the front row
Crowd begins to bang
And there's blood upon the stage
Bang you head against the stage
And metal takes it's price
Bonded by blood

Metal takes hold death starts to unfold
It's loud like the worlds at an end
Your in a blood fury the metal won't stop
Onlookers they bang at command
Cutting your palm and drinking your blood
The power that few others dare
You feed the need to go out and kill
The same need that your blood brother shares

Murder in the front row crowd begins to bang
And there's blood upon the stage
Bang your head against the stage
And metal takes it's price
Bonded by blood

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I like your poetry.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

thanks i love slayer and exodus



thanks thats what i aim for lol



thanks if your serious

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III

I am.

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1984 Squier Contemporary Stratocaster
1986 Peavey Envoy 110
1967 Kingston Acoustic

Total garbage.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4s0nzsU1Wg


The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

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Gary

Really thats just silly. If you were going for stupid you win

its death metal and thats what lyrics are like in death metal obviously you dont listen to death metal



you listen to country and imo that is one of the most annoying music on the earth also the lyrics you posted was by some older fella who probally had a record lable long then i was playing/writing music in other words i dont expect you to like it so i dont care what you think



thanks again then

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III

Kids now days.

You have no idea what being hard core is. Us old timers wrote the book!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTtnjzJnz-g

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Gary

Funny, I read part of your lyrics and this is what immediately popped into my head...

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Dennis in CR
Rockin' since 1963

Given the horrible murder of 12 people and wounding of 58 others in Aurora Colorado this past weekend, posting lyrics such as these in a public forum is in extemely poor taste and shows a distinct lack of thought and sensitivity considering what has happened. Corpseknot should be ashamed of himself. And people wonder why there is so much nastiness in the world today.

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Bill

i wasnt trying to be hardcore its the music i listen to led zepplin is not harcore imo

metal changed alot getting alot heavier and i guess you "old timers" have trouble seeing that

like i said im not trying to be hardcore im just not going to write a death metal song about rose and unicorns or my problems in life

death metal intitles killers and bodily harm and stuff of that fashion in the lyrics



and thats your opinion and in my opinion your opinion sucks



you can blame a type of music for that and neither of the song are about that and i dont see how posting it would show my lack of sensitivity toward the subject

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B.C Rich Body Art Warlock "The Fly"--Blacktop Telecaster--ESP LTD EC-100--IbanezRG420EX--into A Fender Mustang III