Lurking beyond the darkness, there’s a man with a shovel, he breaks the soil and digs for hours til he retrieves what he is after.
The moon is risen, and lights the sky, he reflects on his tormented past. decomposition of her corpse is a sensation he wishes would last
One foot, in her grave, his blood begins to rush, he has waited for this moment, the moment he gives her his love,
Maggot infested cunt, his only desire,
insects lubricate his cock, he climaxes every hour
Open, stiff and wide
Stuffed deep inside
WITCHING HOUR, COFFIN PROWLER
HE COMES AT MIDNIGHT TO RAPE THE DEAD
WITCHING HOUR, COFFIN PROWLER
HE’S DIGGING YOUR DAUGHTERS GRAVE
Demon’s dance, the ritual has begun the resurrection of the fallen
The earth begins to shake, as lightning cracks each grave, the dead are now walking
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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