Leviathan Tentacles Of Whorror 1. What Fresh Hell 2. Heir To The Noose Of Ghoul 3. Cut, With The Night, Into Mine Heart 4. A Necessary Mutilation 5. A Bouquet Of Blood For Skull 6. Deciphering Legend Within The Serpent'S Briar 7. Vexed And Vomit Hexed 8. Tentacles Of Whorror (Revel The Tyrant) 9. Requiem For A Turd World 10. Blood Red And True Part 3 (Plummeting Obscure) 11. Mouth Orifice Bizarre 12. The History Of Rape 1. What Fresh Hell Take wings at Midnight, Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon Her thoughts become scarcely human, They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this rotting ill, And the grim bolt of her king She waits in bestial desire to meet her master's last words "Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power... I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace... Taking wings at midnight" 2. Heir To The Noose Of Ghoul Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete The zenith of Reality's hood Where Infinity runs its course Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside, Your flesh is relics, your obsolete Your blood will stain your gold Beyond reason Beyond intellect Your idea of Hope 3. Cut, With The Night, Into Mine Heart From the land of loveless Knowledge born of Darkness Mine Forest Burned to the ground Burned to the floor long ago Cutting the night from mine heart Basking silent in hatred Rinsing, Rising Proselytized to hatred Steal on the thiever Bearer of 666 diseases Fuck, with the night, into mine heart Cut, with the night, into mine heart!!! 4. A Necessary Mutilation A Collision of violent jagged stones of dead Beach and soft pale flesh and brittle bone The sun sets over the bloddy scene Her Screams of terror roll off the shore, Where once she bathed her fragile skin in the sun She is now penetrated by demonic force Stones grinding her flesh to pulp, Leaving her unable to run Spilling Cunt blood on the waves, Water runs it's course In every orifice there stabs a stone In every cut she bleeds to death In every orifice of her own She watches her last breath Crushing her beneath it's jagged edge, Splitting her open violently The many stones plummet upon her flesh, beating her Silently fucking her A vicious beating of rocks and stones Hardened earth takes her Pounding thrusts crush her bones Serrated edges breaks her 5. A Bouquet Of Blood For Skull Crush the dried petals of roses that bore light Brandishing talons at the sun Yawning and empty the petals wither Only grayed stem remains Revive the silence that the stars will again shine Weep not for chalice and not for lurking inspiration But for relief from grace, finally with grasp Constellation 6. Deciphering Legend Within The Serpent'S Briar An again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider Spider's web rehearsed acidic Acid creates the pattern Pattern marked onto naked flesh and the flesh is now grass Tall grass that cloaks the serpent, the serpent that which births the stone The stone is inscribed with "law", but the "law" conflicts with virtue And virtue sheds a 1,000 tears Tears upon which you Trample, and drown becomin again serpent 7. Vexed And Vomit Hexed Fear steals a voice The price paid for dreaming This is the cloud that lumbers across vision A canopy of paranoia threatening light at its sting Visions of existence appear and recede For isn't it the end that makes passion rise And isn't it the during that raises the chalice of tears 8. Tentacles Of Whorror (Revel The Tyrant) Hovering just above blind earth, To join with her mist Some never never embrace Reach and grasp this frost-bitten heart Stench and smoke bellow from under Dispersed in dark womb of night This gleaming harlot reflects the magician And the child's horns mirror hers Longing to travel with she Skinless and away Head thrown back in defiance Belly thrust forward Grotesque A vagina full of feverish visions and the foul fiend peers from behind her eyes A WHORE 9. Requiem For A Turd World Christ is lowered, needing thoughts to exist A wicked time is at hand This tone your holocaust And virtue is for the dead Cold cacophony surround you mind Trade slavery Slave traitor Bloodied, chained and dying Freedom is a vice of your mind Born of idiocry Among mountains of whispered lies And the trails of the foe 10. Blood Red And True Part 3 (Plummeting Obscure) With the fate of the muse unsure Assumed ambiguous in rust You depart toward death and war So obedient Back turned to the winter You fashion this direction Still the bleakness will not submit 11. Mouth Orifice Bizarre The eye's sight scrapes back and forth against the frame of death mask slit The mouth gurgles forth A black matter thick and putrid Naught ears detect the rattle The hissing crackle of time Space The vessel convulses in rhythm with torment and space Space The air cuts the skins Force now under Bandages hands tear and pull at the chest cavity Screamin all the meat away in a epileptic frenzy Searching to not exit The feet wait silent in a pool of excrement and blood and still the mouth gurgles forth A black matter thick an putrid 12. The History Of Rape Sorrow rains down, hatred reigns now If satan be mine only audience So shall it be Misfortune Ailment A curse Cave scorpions across the lips A curse As I cut mine flesh I send this to you As I bleed, As I heal I send you the misery of Existence A curse I see your stink Cunt Suffer