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The Eunuch
02:30
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Pissed stained silks adorned
Cut below the waist
Pallid mask slips reveals goat face
Fetid beast of cloth, draped in white
Led the herd straight to the alter
Devoted worship never faulted
High on tears of angels
Wept in fucking vain
Common folk rose in radiant grace
Strength found in his rays
Hearts ablaze sacred relic of flame
Chastised with a burning shame
Virtue ruined
Heavens denied
Church in flames
Bathe in Pelor’s rays
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Sanctus Bell
03:08
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In crypts of old
Ancient evil blooms
Flowers dark as night
Nestled in hate, filled with spite
From the earth below
A man of stone begins to grow
Cemetery moss covers the dead
Old world horrors born from dread
Roots through soil and bone
In the bowels of earth
A world unknown
Sanctus bell ring
The choir begins to sing
Evil finds a new home
Up in belfry high
Wailing wicked cries
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Flowers of Flesh & Blood
02:16
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Petals on the casket
Withered remains, bones charred and stained
Wrapped in linen by the riverside
Death the end of dreams
Life burst at the seams
Lover or friend
Another tragic end
Never was the flesh that tightly clung to bone
Never were the seeds of true self sown
Parade of roses
Through mire and marsh
The parade marches on
Coffin rattle, pale bones rise
The whole family fucking cries
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Ritual Magick
02:10
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Birth and death, it’s all the same
Sharpened nails carve into brain
Tearing, scratching, find some worth
Meaningless life, the eternal curse
Day after after day it only gets worse
Left to rot in this tomb called life
Pressed between cold crypt walls
Ritual blade plunges deep
Crimson flow begins to seep
Echoed blast from the mortuary slab
Static shock and essence drained
Brain under coals, waiting to explode
Soul exchange I feel the heat
Burning bright as I feel the release
Sigil set, life depletes
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Caterpillar
02:33
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Sick of his face
Sick of his skin
Sick of the dark
He crawls outside himself to sing
I don’t wanna be
In this skin
Cut my arms
Cut my legs
In your walls
Squirm to you
Make me feel real
Under your boot
Hear me crunch
I feel real
Crawl outside myself to sing
For you to squash me when you're bored
Under your boot, hear me crunch
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Ruined Virtue Sheffield, UK
HARDCORE PUNK
ruinedvirtue@gmail.com
UK tapes via pogotillyoudrop.bandcamp.com
USA/CA tapes via contactminimalrecords.bandcamp.com/album/demo
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