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Gloom
01:39
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2. |
Involuntary Emasculation
03:24
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dim lights
sound of pain pierces my ear
as I am being dragged into their world
thoroughly beaten from head to toe
I see the maniac looking from above
sullen face contorted into a sickening smile
patients lying on the bed
bruised bleeding in chains
looks like I will be the next subject
to face a fate worse than death
surgical tools lying here and there
dripping blood of the previous victim
thrown on the operating table
with my penis taped against the abdomen.
the surgeon makes an incision
in the midpoint of the scrotum
cuts deep through the underlying tissue
blood floods the table
pathetic misfortune
i make a move
the pain hits me like a whip
I scream, I shout
I cry for forgiveness
I see no contrition on the face of the inflictor
The surgeon removes the testicles and parts of the spermatic cord
and then I am dumped into the corner
agonizing, bruised, bleeding
out of the pain forcefully inflicted
master of this domain,
the maniac from above,
smiles with deceit
numbing brutality,
edging insanity,
upon the victims
worthless of this treat
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3. |
Coerced Sewer Ingest
02:52
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Malnourished, no food consumption
since forever I am starving
Rib cage and bones all perceptible
the body yearns for nourishment
I exclaim for help, the guards come near my cell
pull me out, they drag me through the rough course
to the prison sewage dumping site
I see the sewer floating,
greywater, blackwater
With ferocity, they grab my skull and drown me into the lake
chunks of sewage I see
Chocked, incapable of breathing,
the sewer blocks my throat.
The drain that dumps sewage into the lake,
now forces its way into me.
Trapped gases, urine and excrement end up in my belly.
Esophagus burns, the throat and stomach burns.
My cry for help goes on, as I am dragged into my cell
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4. |
The Conversation
02:34
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Old Man:
"It takes one to be pushed to their absolute extremities completely unleashed. We never expected this would happen, but...but what became of him was more than transgressional, it was transcendental evil in its purest."
New prisoner:
"but why me? what have I done to this lunatic? I only suffer, with every moment only getting worse. Why did I deserve this?"
Old Man:
"Don't be emotional about your pain. You're not but a mere pissant unaware of the divinity of his force - as good as crossfire.
We all put the Jailor through hell and more - what you see in him now is humanity at it's most primal and animalistic form, and it is a rare sight. Savor it, while you last, for it won't st..."
New prisoner:
"Enough of you shit, old man!"
"how the fuck are you still alive?"
Old Man:
"Alive?
'alive' means I have something to live for...the day we rebelled against the Jailor, and committed the atrocities against him and his loved ones, we gave away our meaning for existence. I just happen to acknowledge it...he sees it in my eyes...in how I stand...in how I cower before his magnificent vehemence...
As for everyone else, his domain is only a torturous black hole, that will consume without mercy"
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5. |
The Psychology
04:38
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Suffering satisfies my inner self
Misery infliction, my way of exaltation
It’s the sweet taste of flesh, which I hunt for
Slowly looking out for innocent beings
I inflict the horror of killing upon them
And make them psychologically unstable
Their existence is obsolete
Their life has no meaning for me.
Everyone must face the torture
Which myself and my daughter were forced into it
Slowly slide a kalis into the eyes of the inmates
Into the pupil
Deep into the tissues and cells
I turn them half blind
See the world through one eye
Feel the pain as it conquers you
The very same thing which I was made to feel
Consequences changed me
Consequences forced me
Then it was all,
taken from me,
die, feel the pain
I slide into your eyes, my kalis
I slide into your eyes, you bleed
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6. |
The Transformation
04:39
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Pitched into the dilapidated chamber
Lodging people, forging mental instability.
They killed my daughter in front of me
The horror seen by the eyes that begged for mercy.
Another mind drenched in insanity
Locked in the same barbaric sin cage
breathing the air contaminated
with the stench of this putrid meat.
Trembling in fear, afraid of the forthcoming
Had death been the ultimatum, it would have dealt us with
Forsaken to rot.no food to eat.
Only water satisfying the thirsty.
With each passing day, the mind loses its might
deprived of nutrition, it places butchery in sight
nothing inside was consumable,
except the other one drowning in grief
I attack with vengeance upon the weak and timid
Resistance offered but swiftly overpowered.
I thrust my nails into the neck and pull out the blood vessels
As the fountain of blood gushes out of the neck
I feed upon the timid’s flesh.
Delightful, both my mind and body
Feeding onto something after such an eon
Carefully chipping out each part of the neck
I try to detach the neck from the body
Holding the entire face in front of mine, while I chew his flesh
I realize that I am now one of them
Slowly drowning into this transcending agony
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7. |
Omnia Mors Aequat
05:15
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All the worldly happiness will now be mine,
No sign of remorse will one find.
Escaped from this void and darkness
Tonight, I am set free and earned my life
Lashes and sharp knifes
Felt my skin every time
In parts where
no one slides them inside
Constant fear is what captivates my mind
Deep down inside the fact is known to me
That the inhuman will find me
And they will not leave me untouched
I must convey a message
About this hell on earth
So that others could be rescued
And this insanity is brought to the ground
Someone knocks the door,
I know its them,
My fear proliferates
My death is right in front of me
Brocken door,
Thrusting themselves inside
They walk towards me with long sharp knives
A smirk on their face, just like their master
Face that resembles a hungry hound
They run towards me and smashed my face into the wall
forced themselves into me and squeeze my testicles
One of them pulls out a knife
And cuts my stomach apart
Pull out the intestines
And starts eating them
Endless agony, endless pain
This pain will end with death
I hope the messaged is received
As I take my last breath.
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8. |
In pursuit of
03:05
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scrutinizing the evidence left by the maniac
I see traces of blood lying on the floor
Conflicting questions arise in my mind
Is it the blood of the victim or the merciless destroyer of souls?
I see human flesh a sight of gore
As I walk more
I shiver impatiently
Petrifying was the view
The body was lying
Mutilated and ripped off
Intestines were half eaten
Mark of teeth was visible
The skull was demolished, brain oozing out
The body was half eaten, before he left out
No eyes in the socket
No limbs
Days gone past, numerous murders encountered
One day a tip came, and we ran to the site
Dark underground cave, no source of light
I see a dozen of eyes looking over us
Slowly coming out of there hiding place
It was a trap, we were caught in it
No hope of escape I foresee
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9. |
Despondent
05:19
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With ferocity in eyes and aggression within the nerves
He screams with such power, I quiver with fear
My vision is filled with one eyed people, bleeding behind bars
Abundant pain and sorrow lie within the guiltless and miserable
Circled by the clan of cannibals
I see two of my men plan to break free
Tracking down path to evade from this cruelty
Relying on instincts, they ran towards the exit
Pounding upon them like animals, the guards kill them instantly
Thrusting their knifes, they tear apart the skin
Devour the blood-soaked raw meat, my eyes see that sin
The investigation falls into the place
Every murder committed, every person kidnapped,
The offenders are in front of my eyes
From within the dark gloomy shades
walks out a man with a sickening smile
With psychotic traits he forces his kalis into our eyes, turning us half blind
He chops off my partner penis and thrusts his knife into the cut
Puts it deeper till the blood gushes out
He pulls the knife up right up till his throat, splitting the frontal skin into two
The blood and organs force themselves out like a moth from its cocoon
As the blood floods the floor, he leaves the dead to rot
Us half dead are forced behind bars and the insanity repeats
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Dead Exaltation Pune, India
Dead Exaltation is a technical/progressive death metal trio from Pune, India. Debut album 'DESPONDENT' out on 5th Feb 2021
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