Sacrificial Rituals, by Billy Creepshow

Sacrificial Rituals

by Billy Creepshow

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1.	Sacrificial Rituals 03:05		buy track
2.	Ashes To Asses 03:57	lyrics	buy track
Shattered skull barely held up by spine On the finest cuts the cannibals dine Eye sockets filled with sanguine wine As you look at your pasty white skin Covered in industrial sin Their sacrificial rituals now begin When you see my blood-drenched smile You know it's your doom Why rest in the cold ground When my stomach could be your tomb Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust Gore and guts dangle from the trees And veins are ripped apart by their teeth You beg to God for death's sweet relief The cadavers in sight show your fate And your prayers are too little, too late Your head now resting on a pyre's stake When you see my blood-drenched smile You know it's your doom Why rest in the cold ground When my stomach could be your tomb Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust Agony, your tongue torn from your head Anxiety, you fester amongst the dead Hungry, and the natives must now feed Reality, escapes as you fucking bleed When you see my blood-drenched smile You know it's your doom Why rest in the cold ground When my stomach could be your tomb When you see my blood-drenched smile You know it's your doom Why rest in the cold ground When my stomach could be your tomb Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Your beating heart feeds my bloodlust
3.	Blood Moonshine 03:19	lyrics	buy track
Tears no longer fall from these dark eyes Only looks of anguish as I hear my victims' cries I pray for a stake through my heart one day So these remorseful feelings would stay away Blood moonshine runs through my veins Sanguine intoxication to blur humanly pain I hold their bodies like empty bottles in my arms How can I take their lives and say I mean no harm But I guess we're all just creatures of the night Some go for a drink, I go for a bite Blood moonshine runs through my veins Sanguine intoxication to blur humanly pain Blood moonshine runs through my veins Sanguine intoxication to blur humanly pain Blood moonshine runs through my veins Sanguine intoxication to blur humanly pain
4.	When There's No More Room In Hell 03:17	lyrics	buy track
The seven trumpets scream in agony Mankind is devoured by his own destiny It is on Earth as it was in Hell The sound of tearing limbs our death knell When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk the earth When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk this fucking earth Death is born as life succumbs As cadavers feast on rotting crumbs Night of the living gore and bloodshed The sun rises on the dawn of the dead When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk the earth When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk this fucking earth When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk the earth When there's no more room in Hell The dead will walk this fucking earth
5.	Her Keens Will Echo These Cursed Woods 03:35	lyrics	buy track
Witchcraft of the Celtic form Digs in the Church's side like a thorn In the dark of the Irish country side The inquisitors go on a death ride Her keens will echo these cursed woods Her keens will echo these cursed woods Women of the craft, completely unknowing Arms tattooed in blue, their breasts showing Prayers for the dead and potions for the sick The believers view as evil as the Devil's tongue flicks All through the night their huts are burned Forced confessions, wheels of torture turn But for the women that would not be afraid Were the ones that had their flesh so pitifully flayed Her keens will echo these cursed woods Her keens will echo these cursed woods At the hands of the state, the punishment is death The cries of the dead bounce amongst the trees Eternally to shriek their last breath The fate of a witch's spirit is to be a banshee Her keens will echo these cursed woods Her keens will echo these cursed woods
6.	Death's Head Moth 04:13	lyrics	buy track
I am a hunter and I strike fear In icy cold rivers, their bodies disappear I separate the lotioned skin from the bone To create a flesh suit that will become my home Inside their mouths lives their last airless cough Born from their lips, a death head's moth Clarice Starling, would finding these fat ma'ams Ever actually stop the screaming of the lambs? Well you'll be in for quite a shock When you finally find me with their skin tucked over my cock Blood will spill by my hand Am I demon, surely not a man As I follow you in pitch black Know my gun is pointed at your back The sins of the flesh and the power it holds Whether it's tight or in fatty folds I keep my living fabrics in a dank, dark cell To welcome them to this world's own living hell After it's skin has been severed by my blade My mask from reality is closer to being made Clarice Starling, would finding these fat ma'ams Ever actually stop the screaming of the lambs? Well you'll be in for quite a shock When you finally find me with their skin tucked over my cock Blood will spill by my hand Am I demon, surely not a man As I shadow you in pitch black Know my gun is pointed at your back A tisket, a tasket, put the fucking lotion in the basket Blood will spill by my hand Am I demon, surely not a man As I follow you in pitch black Know my gun is pointed at your back Blood will spill by my hand Am I demon, surely not a man As I follow you in the pitch black Know my gun is pointed at your back
7.	Seven Ghosts 03:40	lyrics	buy track
Six strangers arrive by hearse To a mansion supposedly cursed All there for financial needs Both driven by hunger and by greed Invited by a millionaire eccentric Devilishly charming or an unknown lunatic? Prepare to be scared on this haunted hill Are you so afraid or rushing on thrills To you Frederick, I propose this toast And to your scheming wife, and the seven ghosts Dust covers the antiques, blood drips from the roof Maybe this drunk asshole is telling the truth If you leave before midnight, you won't get the ten grand As hysteria sets in things get out of hand Annabelle found swinging in the stairwell All locked away in their rooms as the spirits fell Prepare to be scared on this haunted hill Are you so afraid or rushing on thrills To you Frederick, I propose this toast And to your dead wife, and the seven ghosts We learn of Annie and the doc's affair and deceit Ms. Manning blows Lauren off his feet (Off his feet) Pushed into acid to pay for their crimes By a skeleton carried on puppet's twine (Puppet's twine) The rest escape into the early morn To those who doubt be forewarned (Be forewarned) Prepare to be scared on this haunted hill Are you so afraid or rushing on thrills To you Frederick, I propose this toast And to your now truly dead wife, and the eight other ghosts
8.	Druidess 04:46	lyrics	buy track
Her blue eyes have ensnared me, I am under her spell Though her love for me rings as clear as a funeral bell Her arms wrap around me as if they were choking vines Tightly gripped like dying limbs over a long-forgotten shrine She is the only alter to which I do pray Before the eternal dance of spirits as our bodies decay Druidess, our souls conjoined in the rituals of love To last far beyond the end of the flesh and the end of the blood Druidess, our souls conjoined in the rituals of love To last far beyond the end of the flesh and the end of the blood Druidess, our souls conjoined in the rituals of love (Of love, of love) To last far beyond the end of the flesh and the end of the blood (The blood) Druidess, our souls conjoined in the rituals of love (The rituals of love) To last far beyond the end of the flesh and the end, the end of the blood
9.	Savages 05:01	lyrics	buy track
We are the warriors of the American wasteland Our favorite source of protein is families on vacation We are the superior carnivores Your poor fucking mutt is just a nice hors d'oeuvre Murder, rape and rob KA-BARS hold pieces of human kabobs The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull We will stalk you in the night and take away your worthless life That deathly game of mouse and cat, in your refuge we sneak like rats Crucify your patriarch and chase you down in the dark Live and die by the iron rod, in this desert I am your god Murder, rape and rob KA-BARS hold pieces of human kabobs The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull In isolation you find yourself ravaged You'll never return from the land of the savage In isolation you find yourself ravaged Never return from the land of the savage Murder, rape and rob KA-BARS hold pieces of human kabobs The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull The hills have eyes, don't you know? I want to drink the blood from your fucking skull In isolation you find yourself ravaged You'll never return from the land of the savage In isolation you find yourself ravaged Never return from the land of the savage
10.	To Be God 05:36	lyrics	buy track
Streaks of lightning dance across a dreary sky Shrieks come from the castle, a madman's pitiful cry Tonight a creature will be born, it shall live again And with its wretched rise, begins the fall of man To Be God, stitched from Adam's hands To Be God, life by my command To Be God, stitched from Adam's hands To Be God, life by my command Victor Frankenstein, come up to the lab Raise my corpse from this fucking slab My cadaver was nothing but a plaything Useless clay of former human beings Molded in an image of macabre Of dignified rest I've been robbed I am the mirror's reflection of your creation Yet it is I who is the abomination Thee and me, worlds divide And the bridge of life and death collide Forever shattered this Earth's destiny In the name of galvanistic blasphemy Science holds hands with the mystical Away from us the Heavens pull And into my lungs pull my first breath And I am now the birth of Death To Be God, stitched from Adam's hands To Be God, life by my command To Be God, stitched from Adam's hands To Be God, life by my command
11.	Haunted House 04:41	lyrics	buy track
Down the long, wooden stairway echoes rattles and clanks From some corner of the attic; cold, dusty and dank In the night the shadows that dance across the wall Seem as they're making the whispers winding down the hall You'll close the windows and white drapes, tell yourself it's the wind But you know that there's another reason for the goosebumps on your skin And you don't even know that you're in for the fright of your life But what you don't know can hurt you in the darkness of the night When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight Even though you're living in a haunted house You don't think that ghosts exist, that can't be reality But the spirits that float in the air, they seem to disagree Gus isn't a friendly ghost; he hates everything you fucking do You sound just like his nagging bitch wife, that shot him in '62 (Fuck!) He drags chains across your floor, rings an old church bell Your life has become a shitty sitcom from the depths of Hell As your life's months and years leak through creaky cracks You're just waiting for the day you die to forever haunt him back When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight Even though you're living in a haunted house
12.	At The Toll Of The Funeral Bell 02:24	lyrics	buy track
Marzanna, the cold goddess Has come for your soul Marzanna whispers on the wind As you die in the snow Burn the effigy, drown the effigy Or she'll come for you At the toll of the funeral bell She-death takes you too Burn the effigy, drown the effigy Or she'll come for you At the toll of the funeral bell She-death takes you too
13.	The First Kind 07:07	lyrics	buy track
Fall 2009, I breathe in cold Texas air Out in the woods, I wasn't prepared For what I would see, on that starry night I was in for my life's biggest fucking fright Scanning the trees with young beady eyes Seeing all the usual until to my surprise When I looked to the sky, you would never believe A UFO above me, nothing my eyes could deceive I'm not speaking a lie, no tricks of the mind Just a close encounter of the First Kind Don't want to believe, I just have to Maybe if you look to the skies, you'll see one too I think to myself should I shit myself and cry Terrified by the lights flashing in my eyes It slowly hovered away, I never heard a sound My legs were like jelly when I jumped to the ground Left with an experience of the first kind Replaying in my head, I thought I lost my mind A story my only proof, I guess that's the way it goes To things beyond my reality, I've been exposed I'm not speaking a lie, no tricks of the mind Just a close encounter of the First Kind Don't want to believe, I just have to Maybe if you look to the skies, you'll see one too Man in the sky, please tell me what you are Were you a human or a stranger from the stars An alien shuttle or some secret military craft It sounds like a joke but I never fucking laugh I'm not speaking a lie, no tricks of the mind Just a close encounter of the First Kind Don't want to believe, I just have to If you look to the skies, you'll see one too