Chainsaw Caesarean

Chainsaw caesarean - raped by a priest.. . You are - the - chosen one, - chainsaw caesarean.. Give a life - to - force control, - to exploit your way of thinking..

Cold

a streak of black against grey. it feels like sunday everyday. and there is noone left to phone. well, if there ever was someone. . it is cold outside.

Circle Of Eternal Becoming

Primordial spells have been written on water's surface. The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer. Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge.

Call Me

Call on me, oh call up, baby.. Call on me, oh call.. Call on me oh call up, darling.. I know who you are.. Come up off your calling chart.. I know where you're coming from..

Castaway

Vortex motion be my temper. I can feel them coming closer. Cosmic hunters chose their victim. Close to the trap where I am in. . Danger for the chaos system.

Channelling The Power Of Souls Into A New God

Crystal Asunder

I see the cadence. Random but altogether clear. This scorn was never mine. Though it's all that I hold dear. . Futile charity, holy promises. I dream it all away.

Cosmic Prophecies

Cupid Missed His Mark

Disenchanting and contagious when we think that we're in love. Superfluous, disengaging when we think we are in love. Pointless words when it comes to push and shove.

Crawlspace (1:35)

(Brutal Truth). need to control was recorded march 1994 in new york city at baby monster. studios and platinum island studios by steve mcallister and brutal truth.

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Choice Of A New Generation (1:59)

(Brutal Truth). Reformation at hand. Our time to stand. Misconceptions are a thing of the past. Enslaved minds give birth to a new generation. Your generation.

Choice Of A New Generation

reformation at hand. our time to stand. enslaved minds give birth to a new generation. misconceptions are a thing of the past. your generation. . the myth, a fiction of what you will believe.

Callous

if i could,. i would knock you down. kick your ass to the ground. don't you like to play. is there any other way. if i could, i would find a way. serve your ass for the day.

Coprophagia

Sick hunger, I desire human waste,. Urine and feces meet my taste.. Excrement, the smell makes one choke,. When put upon my plate my fork shall poke..

Claustrophobic Agnostic Dead

Finally, dying day come and gone,. Inside your grave you lay at the break of dawn,. Now you find, your soul hasn't left this hallowed ground,. Spirit screams for judgment but makes no sound.

Chewed To Stubs

Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire. Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment. Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed. In thirty days the jailers surprised when I'm not dead.

Captain Howdy

Oh, it's so nice to see you all inside my dreamy little world. And it's so nice to be with all you lovely little boys and girls. Make yourselves comfortable, my place is so divine.

Cannibal Crave

Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts I steal. Using the meat and flesh, to consist of my meal,. Often necrophilia invades my deranged twisted head,. Spending sexual tensions making love to the dead,.

Cry Of The Banshee

Lovers of the dark, step into the light. We know you're brave, you've come to see us dream. Many times before, now we open up a door. To a world so flaming bright, a world you've never seen.