Mutilated, butchered, remains to the left and to the right,
demented, deranged, the evil is hungry tonight
his hammer cracks your skull, your body begins to shake
the terror strikes your soul, like his knife to your face
your body, his canvas, he begins to cut and carve
preserving the flesh, the family will not starve
captured, and helpless, there is nowhere to turn
The vultures have you surrounded, your death is their will
The spider has returned, you are tangled in his web, he hungers for your insides and longs to sever your head. Surrounded remains of the butchered you once knew, the last thing you’ll see is a chainsaw ripping you
Submit, to the fiend wearing the skin of the corpse
Chills go down your spine, when the saw revs in horror
The cries of the hunted, they slowly begin to fade
Now behold, the rites of the fucking carnivore
Submit to the fiend, wearing the skin of the corpse
Behold, the final rites of the fucking carnivore
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The Truth. Epic. Powerful. Nobody could touch Speckman et al in Chicago in the mid-80's. Nobody. Their 4 song demo is still in my high rotation today: The Truth, Pay to Die, Mangled Dehuminization and Re-entry and Destruction...immortal. John "Pio" Piotrowski
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Sacrocurse return to violently rip shit up. The trio has ramped up their intensity and godless savagery from 'Unholier Master'. In a sea of copycats, these bastards show 'em who's the real deal. Choco Latte