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NAUSEANT LYRICS
"Abysmaltician" (2006 Demo)
1. Inhale the Ghost-Mist of the Distressed Disease
2. The Decayed Population of the Polluted Planet
3. Inside a Black Vortex that Dissolves and Transforms the Living
1. Inhale the Ghost-Mist of the Distressed Disease
A ghost fog sweeps across the lands,
a vicious see-through mist of death.
You can see it from afar,
but when it gets closer,
your eye gets blinded and unable to make through the gloom.
And when it's all around you,
you inhale the cold, wet fog,
and the god of disease hits you.
Like an implosion in your torso.
The fogs invisible spores spreads in your vains.
Through your blood it multiplies and flow from your chest to your head,
corrupting your mind and disables your senses.
And in a great confusion you vomit up your bowels.
With an massive, abhorrent pain you feel it loosen its grip in your belly,
and slowly climb up through your throat,with the taste of cold bloody guts.
2. The Decayed Population of the Polluted Planet
Drawn behind the light.
Put in the shadow of knowledge.
The warmachine of man,
has been corrupted.
By fungus.
It has infiltrated their systems.
It has poisoned their ransions.
It has made the ones who´d suceeded to rid the disease,
turn cannibalistic, since it's spreading through the flesh.
It has them... heavily... hallucinated.
And while the futile humans rest.
In their now so dreamy mind.
The fungus' takes control, desocrates and pollutes
the world with spores of flaming death.
And the deceased ones, will not rest.
They shall count the milleniums,
in a deep dark space, with no doors.
3. Inside a Black Vortex that Dissolves and Transforms the Living
A blackness is spreading in the air,
creating a vortex in the sky.
A whirl that devours all,
and send them to a parallell dimension.
A linked obscurity, of a piercing dark.
In this hole, flesh dissolves.
the vortex deceive the critters,
and empty them on the life-force.
tare of their weak limbs,
and put it back on others,
Evolving into abominations.
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