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Ghetto Machete
02:34
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Beer I Sip
02:23
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Ah fuckin’ Sunday. We should’ve brought more beer. Take a trip up North, I‘ll drive, but you steer.
Six days a week everything is just fine, but on fuckin’ Sunday we’ve gotta’ hit the line. Fill up a growler or two or ten.
Beer I sip. Fuck your shit. Beer I sip, ‘cause fuck your shit, give me a beer and that’s it!
You can’t say our name, well, we all drink beer. Start a circle pit and bring the fear. Blood on the floor and there’s beer on the ceiling! Cans flying like missiles. Move aside, or don’t, its all the same. Golden blood, flowing, the
beer I sip. Fuck your shit. Beer I sip, ‘cause fuck your shit, give me a beer and that’s it! ‘Cause fuck your shit, give me a beer and that’s it!
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Seven
03:39
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Without hesitation quickly attack, with no thought of self preservation, knowing only the blood of our foes. Cries for mercy will be ignored. Kill to the last. Identical thoughts of the enemy; equally matched. Blow for blow, blood for blood - still unyielding, the ground turned red. Screams lost in the fray.
Do your duty. You have your commands the orders are clear. Destroy those who stand in your path. You must not fear, for it is our cause that is right, and all those who would stand before us will be destroyed. Overcoming exhaustion, ignoring pain. Ever onward! The earth is a massive corpse continually desecrated over and over again. We will fight until we are nothing, nothing but ashes. Rotting away.
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Beresith
03:53
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While searching for the answers we have unleashed the greatest threat to humanity. These somnambulists walk among us. The lucky few will be devoured. Our means of warfare rendered useless, for how do you kill what has no life?
This is our nightmare; the living dead. Once deceased, now they walk again. They are the nightmare, living yet dead. Brutally, they’re resurrected.
We must abandon all emotion if we are to survive, if we are to last at all.
We are the nightmare; living yet dead. Reanimated corpses. We are the nightmare. We are the dead. Brutally we’re resurrected.
We will abandon all hope. We will destroy. We will kill them.
We are doomed. Yet, if we’re to last at all, we must be like them. We must become emotionless killers, obtaining no joy from the hunt. Aimlessly they stalk knowing no concept of hope. Empty husks of those we used to love, now reduced to demons consuming flesh.
Nothing can destroy death.
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Suicide Pit
03:26
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Spiral further down, drown where you stand. A wasteland of shit surrounds you. Every decision worse than the last. Blind cries of fate in everything you do.
Carnage and destruction replaces all hope. You are nothing. Every wasted breath, every moment lived; disintegrated and lost. You have nothing left to give.
Retribution is just one pill away, no. The end for you, it is now. Visions of suicide instead of sleep. Visions of your death take place of my dreams. We will make up for your lack of life. You are nothing but incentive to rise out of the...
Suicide pit. Suicide Pit. You are dead!
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Void
01:13
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(instrumental)
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Lurker
04:29
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Lethargic nomad of the abyss; perpetual servant of time and space; lurker of amaranthine. Silent and unseen. Intangible rival of reason, this endless countdown. Betrayed by existence. Abandoned by reflection. Primed to protest and braced to beset. No longer shall the law of infinity rule the souls of nature. No longer shall we abide. This endless spiral of time must cease to exist. It will be brought down. Traveling through planes mortal man cannot tread. With dark intentions destiny’s blood has been shed! Wasted devotions. Monuments to nothing built of others’ lies. Wasted talents: used in vain in wasted time. Ever present invisible tormentor; orphan child of science. His task is almost complete. “We see glimpses of truth, from cracks of sky it seeps, and we know that we’ve been wrong.” Terror and fear of the unknown grip our inferior minds as what we’ve been led to believe is destroyed. Silent no longer; roaring triumphant rage of the ancient bystander. “Infinitum actu non datur.” There can be no infinity!
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Manifest Blasphemy
04:55
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Beresith Michigan City, Indiana
Beresith is an honest 100-proof death metal band from NW Indiana. Go to www.UNDERCITYRECORDS.com to buy physical merch. Booking, email: info@undercityrecords.com
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