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Pray For Death E​.​P.

by Wet The Steel

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The wet stench of blood taints the night. Peeling the lids from your eyes, So you can watch me as you die. Slicing off her face face as a keepsake. I EAT HER FROM THE INSIDE OUT, Like an animal, Like an animal. I EAT HER FROM THE INSIDE OUT, Like an animal, Like an animal. We can't go back now and I know you will forgive me. You can't, you can't forget me, And you will forgive me. You taste better when you're dead. We can't go back now and I know you will forgive me. You can't, you can't forget me, And you will forgive me. So much better in the bed. Son of a bitch, he kept smiling that damn smile. He made me watch him suck the meat off my fingers. He made me watch. He made me watch! Pray for death. One last fuck... Pray for death. ...Before she takes her last breath. Rot.
2.
The day you finally died I finally learned to live. Fuck your traditions, this one's from the heart. Dark forces descend upon us. Time on earth ended, Embrace this. Dark forces descend upon us. Time on earth ended, Embrace this. Living most of my life in the absence of light. Waiting in the deepest graves under pits of forsaken slaves. We are burning empires, Pyres of regal crown. Lust and decay abound on this honored land. Four swords to rule and one in my hand, To smite them down and burn all I can. We are fixated on our afflictions. We are fixated on our afflictions. Ten dead and one is in pieces, one is in pieces, one is in pieces. Ten dead and one is in pieces, one is in pieces, one is in pieces. This is our last chance, No one will save us, no one will save us. This is our last chance, No one will save us, no one will save us. Ten dead and one is in pieces, one is in pieces, one is in pieces. This is our last chance, No one will save us, no one will save us. You can't stop the bleeding eclipse of the sun. Wrench the blade on my behalf, objective number one. Fallen savior burning black on crimson crosses of our hate. Let this night live on in hearts of wretched legionnaire. Retreat from the horrid light. Burning flesh engulfs the soul, Making hearts start to smoke. Three self-righteous lords cut down on their knees, This kingdom now belongs to me. Bathed in blood, Forged in steel, Covered in entrails spilled for our gain.
3.
Devastation and torture. Our plague of solace leaves your kingdom without hope. There's nowhere to run. Devastation and torture. A kingdom without hope. Our plague of solace There's nowhere to run. My son draws his last breath, Wasting away as we break a new day. As I break dirt on fresh graves my dreams have died. The body underneath, Skies filled with flesh and teeth. Nothing left to fill the void. My soul has died and risen back to life. The hunger can't be stopped. Thousands running for their lives. Thousands running for their lives. Alas, my prize is buried underground. Clawing at the earth, a body must be found. War torn fields of the dead, Crows descending from the sky to feast upon their flesh. Disgusted but bound to the same fate. My heart goes numb. I am my own disgrace. Digging up my own descendants, Blackened dirt beneath my nails. I touch my lips to the sweet meat and rip off a piece of the one I bore. No one leaves this earth alive. The carnal feast of fetid flesh draws nigh. No one leaves this earth alive. The carnal feast of fetid flesh draws nigh. BLEED OUT, MOTHERFUCKER! Gluttonous visceral feast. Devouring all I knew. Bathing in the blood of my son, The gaze of death in his eyes. Gluttonous visceral feast. Devouring all I knew. Bathing in the blood of my son, The gaze of death in his eyes

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Recorded by Chapman Hosier in a bedroom in Chicago in 2009.

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released January 1, 2009

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Wet The Steel Chicago, IL

Wet The Steel is a five-piece black/death metal band hailing from Chicago, Illinois. The band began in 2008 playing a blend of various styles of metal based on a brutal deathcore backbone but has recently been through a number of lineup and directional changes. With these changes come a faster, more aggressive sound – “slamming blackened death metal,” as they have been recently described. ... more

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