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beckoning, summoning Ghastly fumes diffuse retch Flowing from within I must drink Hideous ichor drips from the coffin Inside the corpse has stirred
(Gaude, gaude) Sing gaudete [x4] Gaude! Your blood runs ichor [x12]
Blood becoming (Becoming) Terrible ichor (Ichor) Psychosis (Twisting) Souls reverting Leave horrified, catalyzed Ancient humours leak Viciously
Ichor for the end of ice For the Arctic has to die We knew that we were no gods Now we get to drink their blood Ichor for the end of ice For
Soul seeping from the eyes Red stains stains shimmer & glint Like rays from a squirming sun Lifeblood oozes and runs The ichor's drip and roil
Unhallowed usurpers of the throne Enraptured by miasma of death Lascivious for the godheads ichor BE-HEAD! Pestilence coded and imbued
Pitted, deep lined eyes Rough as last night Sharp as a mirror Broke in two Run me through No ins, just outs Pumping ichor Bucket my mouth
Putrescent ichor Prostrate yourself within this mortuary chapel Cast your wretched gaze upon the shepherd The roses bloom from the throats of lambs I stand
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I'm perfect don't you see Filter change what I see Blind to hypocrisy Something's coming in Venom in ichor Context framed pompously Reflections in
Broken Face-up Pain Cold Bleeding Darkness The blood flows and it shows What is to come The ichor flows and now I know What is to be done The only
Pitted, deep lined eyes Rough as last night Sharp as a mirror Broke in two Run me through No ins, just outs Pumping ichor Bucket my mouth
spite Do with me as you'd like Let's fade away tonight My arteries unveiled The scent of blood spilled Your arteries so frail Ichor congeals Woken by
Blasphemous reprisal Witness the ichor flow Let the catharsis grow The structures that we have built to please Will be crushed and set ablaze No more will we
blood Injecting a system, a serum for you No more death No more limits We're giving you Ichor We're giving you Ichor We're giving Freeing your life
CALL MY NAME TAKE IT TO THE GRAVE DOWN AT THE GATE THERE’S NO ESCAPE RAISING STEINS TO THE VAGRANT KING BINGING THE ICHOR SUPREME WAR IS RAGING FALSE
suffering In suffering Dying in fields of floral Die here Choking on pollen-covered ichor, stricken I've been sickened by my own affliction
blood and dreams The reign of humans is dead Gods of chaos, sowers of demise The ichor flows through Visage corporeal simulacra Dissimulate conceal
Valhalla's fires Burn through the night Einherjer Storm to the fight The funeral pyres In Nifleheim The Demon'?s lair Ichor burns bright Death By The Hammer
like Ichor than gold So you stumble through the dream No where can ever be the place that it seems
I lie awake, I died and choked I pry my face, but it's not a toast I'm finding out my mouth's driest taste So I sip my ambrosia And now this ichor
to pound their holes Gorehammer - Wicked, vile Gorehammer - Ichor, bile Gorehammer - Evil, terror Gorehammer - Feces, horror
stockpile from the naïve Absent ichor Absent ichor Gaunt wounds mistaken for caresses amidst stum We retch in pleas for peace that never will become For
an inexorable birthright Stars burn low in the absence of dreams The ravenous night bears its teeth A wretched maw slaked with foul ichor Dragging heavy claws
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