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letra de minotaur - resurrectionist

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minotaur lyrics
mutilated corpses line these idyllic streets
hung up by their entrails as grotesque effigies

of power misplaced, abused, corrupted
their wounds run with clotted blood
a gash in the abdomen removes their rotten guts

they call me beast
the minotaur that stalks the night
a primal need
to cease the singing deep inside
“k!ll for me”
a thousand voices in my mind
to avenge my snuffed out candlelight

calling card of evisceration, abdominal incision, intestinal expulsion

a singlе cut, dissection done by hand
action must be takеn to silence this horrid threat

labyrinthine tunnels build ages long ago, an altar built by gods with domain of blood and bone

naked on cold stone and drenched with sanguine gore
he’s chained up like a goat

draped in midnight black and sigils of crimson red
screams of helpless victims heard only by the dead
chained
like cattle
serve
the choir

i grab my bloodstained hammer, crushing the knees with two swift cracks
legs inverted, can’t escape my ritual, the night is only just begun

intestinal removal, heart, lungs, spleen, liver
give me the life i deserve as i traverse styx river

knife too slow, won’t even cut, i use my mouth as i bite into their guts
slashing, gnawing, biting, feeding, i serve my gods

i do as told
i k!ll at will
feed on the weak
i serve my gods

remove the face
a bl–dy skull eternally screaming
peel the skin, flesh fully exposed
my sharpened blade a cut straight up the abdomen

vivisected, eviscerated, i look my victim in the eyes
staring at his beating heart until he finally dies
a surgery with a b-st–l butcher draped in the constables gore
judgment from the hands of moloch
’til a flash and the smell of gunpowder, he lies dead on the floor

“h-llo, i am doctor dorian ingram, and i would love to study this specimen. we could learn so much from his brain, don’t you think?”

where was once a man, now a best emerges
a titan of stitched flesh, stapled bone

the minotaur rises

shattering glass, spilling formaldehyde
i confront the man responsible

my lips, they move not
replaced by the rotted head of a bull

minotaur
the name i take as a vanguard of torture
i become the god of pain
my choir
they sing for me

“you have become something that no man has ever experienced. you are my immortal minotaur, and you will serve me as your master.”

a door opens before me
my k!llers, they wait to take back a corpse
not knowing i’ll make thousands more

- resurrectionist

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