The Partisan Turbine
EP • 2006
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
Choking on your words, I'm left with a self portrait of false affection still in my nerves, Desire consumes all I ever thought was real. Cut the life cord Watch their fragile bones collapse, begin to disembowel, Hear their screams, necrotorous pleasure Eviscerate. I thrive on neurotic impulse, craving parasitic slaughter, Inhumanly raping her asshole, tearing flesh from off her face Watch their fragile bones collapse, begin to disembowel, Hear their screams, necrotorous pleasure Eviscerate. Endless suffering, my knife punctures a hole through your skin, Slicing off your fingers, followed by your, fucking head Watch their fragile bones collapse, begin to disembowel, Hear their screams, necrotorous pleasure Eviscerate. Grind their bones in through the gears.
Engorged, to this day you'll see the doom Erect from past perception, within morbid truth Separating bones from the flesh, Starting from the cunt to her throat, Anticipate the blood flow from her vital organs, Regurgitating blood from your, Headless torso once the veins burst, Into the flask gagged and rotten, Slaughter breathes thy name. Impaled through the heart Ripping at your flesh Mutilate the stillborn. Impaled through the chest, devour everything in sight includes the bones and organs. (I'M GONNA KILL ALL THESE FUCKS) Impaled through the chest, devour everything Inside, includes the bones and organs. Impaled through the chest, devour everything Inside, includes the bones and organs. Breathe the fumes where poison reaps, Your whole world of murder and rape, Has started with, one mechanism of feast. Terrine beneath the oviduct, Raging through an ascending shame, Inside the cortex, the scent of decay Leads my nerves to an erotic state where, poison leaves my veins Convulsion, squirming inside the vex
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Nail her down, skull to wall and peel. Nail her down, sew her up and peel the flesh from off her face. Tortured beneath, the boards a scent of cruelty, batters your filthy skin, Nailed to the wall the surgical assault hardens your filthy skin. Binds your skin, Shears your skull, Breathe the surgical assault. Engorged, remnants of the slaughtered corpses kneeled on to the frozen, gauges of the gears where the bones hang from the apparatus. (2x)
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Slowly peeling from the skull and eating every piece, Battered and blood soaked, running down the gullet faster than the blood spilling from the spore, infested segments of each lay its perfect stench upon the tongue. Aroused this beast they call I, Mutilation from start to finish, with the sensation of my cock ripping a hole through the flesh and arranging the bits and pieces around the room, cleansing my violent hunger for filth and sodomy. Nothing will ever stop me, Cumming all over your face and tits ripping you apart harder after orgasm, believe me your fucking dead, with the carnage still continuing I rip and butcher your cunt, reaching in pulling out your entrails.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Archaic, Disorder, where swarms of the plague, slowly limp closer, with the unshaped. Discipline of the body, sentiments of hanging by a thread and torturing. Endorphins fall and relapse something so pure and so numbing. Seduced by those false lines, endure the hunger which is coming. Remains of crushed veins, exhumed to rise. Breathe discretely leave nothing in vain, Sleep depravation in its prime would slaughter without need. Narrow gauge, fall deeply into the wounds With, an ease closer to concaved misuse. Asphyxiation engulfed and infused with crippling discomfort meant to be abused. Disease, bastard king, you’ve led me to a, killing spree. It seeps slowly into my bones, releasing its pain. Torn, separate the skin from the bones, desecrate. It seeps into me gnawing the flesh from my face.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Now I finally have you, tied up against your will. Drugged and dismembered, still unconscious, filthy fucking whore. Delay her death, Torture begins, Penetrate her ass and face. She will make the perfect specimen, to cut up and sauté, After we mangle her cunt and fuck her till she bleeds. Skin her live, and roll her in salt, just to begin the first stage of assault. Savagely rape her and beat her in. Run the blade right down the spine, Separate skin, Peel the flesh from off her chest, Reaching inside, Cut her up internally Dull is the blade, Butcher the rest of her gut, Leave it in sight. Bleed you filthy whore. Rape, devoured you piece of shit, your body so fragile, now broken in half. Misfortune dawned on you and others of backstabbing morals rot together. Left to rot, The stench of decay, Awakes my bones, In the blood feast.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
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