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• Artiste: Lord Gore
• Titre: Trioxin
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Enter the morgue of creation Lifeless bodies arranged to experiment upon A chamber hermetically sealed To conceal the insidious toxins within Devised by medical madmen And embraced by nefarious military minds To create an invincible soldier Who feels no pain and refuses to die Gas enervates the brain comes to life Spasms result in the creaking of sinews Rotting corpses flop about the table Eyes open wide now conscious alive Reflecting hunger and chaos inside Overwhelming urge to eat the living Stables of mouldering bodies Varied mass of decayed human beings Some newly dead others dripping with rot Stench acrid thick sloughing flesh decomposed Driven by impulses primal the craving is all that remains Gorging on flesh to fill rotting guts Killing pain as they feast on live brains Zombies reborn as soldiers undead A cybernetic revision of life Mechanized with killing exoskeletons A chemo-techno conceived necromance Human meat enabled by machines Slogging forth a brigade of rot Foetid putrific stink festering decay [Lead: Maniac] Dripping horror walking haunting soulless frozen eyes Seeking living viscera to feed never satisfied Gas enervates the brain comes to life Spasms result in the creaking of sinews Rotting corpses flop about the table Eyes open wide now conscious alive Reflecting hunger and chaos inside Overwhelming urge to eat the living