Carrion Vael - Augusta’s Dead (Official Stream)

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Artist: Carrion Vael
Song: Augusta’s Dead
Album: Cannibals Anonymous
Release date - 29th March 2024
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Label: Unique Leader Records
Genre: Technical Death Metal
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Augusta’s Dead
They put her in the ground, Augusta’s dead her life’s burnt out.
My mother, what will I do? Come back come back, to see this through.
It must’ve been so very cold, she hung from hooks, the blood ran bold.
Thick in grain, they all confessed. “He cut her up like a god damn dressed fawn”.
And on this dawn, a night in hell they found their pawn. A man, whose only plan,
to sew the skin of the fucking dead. Ohh mother, I hear thine words. Died a heathen on four one
Oh lord. Finally alone at last… Until the sickness takes you.
Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. My fantasy cut them up whole.
Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold.
Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. My fantasy cut them up whole.
Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold.
I plan to wear your skin. Crimson lips a whorish grin. Fat with lust upon my waste
Nipple belts to quench my haste.
At first the mask ran stiff. Upon my lips I ran a crimson strip. To give my mother all that she deserves. I’d Cut the flesh right off this god damn curse.
And here we are, in a jail cell asking how many have I harmed? I got a secret for you.
I like em big, I like em peeled, and my mother liked it too.
Ohh mother, I hear thine words. Died a heathen on four one
Oh lord. Finally alone at last… Until the sickness takes you.
Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. My fantasy cut them up whole.
Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold.
Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl. My fantasy cut them up whole.
Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold.
And on this night, the darkness agrees with me.
And on this night, it asks to release, in a roar as soft as a whisper.
I remember, my sister once said. “Control all the darkness.”
No mother, mother would not let you give, not into this sin. No moon light no darkness,
but the harlots… these harlots must die.
These tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…It reeks over them
32 reasons to wear their skin. Pussy lips and their vulva phlegm.
These tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…It reeks over them
32 reasons to wear their skin. Pussy lips and their vulva phlegm.

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