Infanticide

In Absence

It Awaits

you're devastated by the fear of a horrible death. constantly anticipating on your last breath. thinking about the many times you've already died. nothing I could do and you know i've tried.

Initiation Into The Ossuary

Entered with perturbation. Unexpected hospitable spirits. An experience by mortals. Threnodies and death-bells. . Prevailing silhouettes. At this place of calamity.

Indulge In Frenzy

A deadly perfection, skilled to kill. Draining the blood of the ones who resist. Our only aim is crushing. The damned must be wiped off the earth. . Ruling by aggression, abstract vicious world.

Incarcerated Chimaeras

Incessantly prevalent and magnanimous. Fulminate, convincing and inviolable. Lodging the earthly shivers. Determined not to be vanished. Because it's prophesied and destined for ages.

In The Presence Of That Evening

And in the presence of that evening. charged with meaning and with stars. I opened for the first time to the tender indifference of the world. as if my great anger had purged me of all evil.

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In Low Spirits

When there isn't light. We gather all right here. I am a nightly owl. I close my gleaming eyes. . I never will forget. Then pain you made me feel. The seeds of great madness.

Immaculate Conception

Inviting silence and dark pulses of void. Deceived me to tresspass true. Only the darkness and silence decided. They forced me to extinction. . Where is the darkest place.

Intro

In Dying Days

Leaders are hard to come by,. followers are omnipresent.. Satisfied with a mediocre lifestyle. Satisfied!. No one is setting a path for us to follow,.

I Skogens Mã¸rke

[music: Hauk, Djerv - lyrics: Djerv]. . [Chorus]. En trstig sjel i skogen leter. Etter livets kilde. Har vandret slik i mange r. I mrket gtt seg bort.

In The Trash

Born in the trash - it's the pain that I feel. You men with power - can't you see that I'm real. You call yourself civilized - treat me like a slave. It feels like I carry - my own cross to the grave.

It's Gettin' Hot

What do we have here. It's gettin' hot, yo, it's gettin' hot. Mr. Walt, Beatminerz, Evil Dee, yo. . Who wants to see how we be the doper analyst. Antagonist with scripts, be from the Bricks perfect.

Ingredients To Time Travel

[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411' tape. which I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based on. the sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this is Mary J. Blige)].

Into The Blue

Born on the wings of a dream into the morning they fly. there's no place that they'd rather be above the clouds so high. . Light years are days the bravest of hearts lead the way.

Innocence Lost

Here and now - Now is the time to decide. Are you falling away from me?. There was a time I could see deep in your eyes. But now my reflection is all I can see.