Genre: Technical/ [bad word] Death Metal

*Re-recorded track from Breeding the Spawn

Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. I must
Alleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as [bad word] 
Before me with effortless attempts. The search for divine power
Beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. Victims of a
Torn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses.
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me.

Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. With bloody
Weapon in hand, I tear through the limbs. Cries of anguish filter
Through the land, echoing in the valley. Many have tried [bad word] 
Before me with effortless attempts. I sift my way through the fields
Of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.

The [bad word] deep and far, for I have killed many and I must
Travel far to reach my destination.

My final resting place, where I will be reborn. For now, the air is
Still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. I am the last and
Here I shall remain. The pain I have once felt is lifted from my
Being. Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to
Live. I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no
Future,

For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. The days of
Travel are long and the stench of how many I have killed lingers on.

I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my
Destination.