| Lyrics: All lyrics written by Led to Slaughter. TBA (2006): TBA: TBA TBA: TBA TBA: TBA TBA: TBA TBA: TBA TBA: TBA Malign (2005): Malign: I arrive upon my destination inflicted by the feeling of death. I walk past the shadows and graves. A limb breaks through the casket. The scene I witnessed was malign. Paralyzed by fear I begin to run. I seek to weaponry: a gun. The scenes I witness are of a cult. My life as I know it, comes to a halt. This wretched path I walk is stained with blood. A house afar; signs of putrid lies ajar. A gesturing crowd begins to form. Their thirst for more begins to grow. I run past; a lake I come upon. A sound I hear; a riveting fear. A gelatinous man bites deeply from my neck. The feasting is over; it is done, the beasts and I have become one. Once Upon a Meat Hook: Once upon a meat hook, in the land of carcass. There once was a jolly old guy. He sliced and diced his way through the children. And laughed as he put them in the stove. Follow the slaughter brick, follow the slaughter brick, follow the slaughter brick road. But then one day a parent caught on. They followed the man into the woods, they found thirteen young children, mutilated beyond belief. So they laughed and played and danced their way to the... The police were involved. The man was furious. So the face he took, was once upon a meat hook. The Final Epitaph: We walk down the darken path to our resting place. Leaves crunch at our feet the fall weather bleeds into our skin and it bites our flesh with stinging fury. After a dozen or so minutes we walk through thick vegetation. Clouds move over the moon and it becomes very dark. I check my watch. 3:13 A.M. It is after walking past the bridge we come into an opening. We walk through prairie grass. It becomes extremely cold. We all feel it. We finally arrive at our gravesite. I kneel down to read the epitaph of the grave but as I do a horde of undead devours me whole. The friends that took this journey with me lied and took my soul. The final epitaph. Slaughter Thou Loved: Slaughter. Blindfolded. In a room stabbed at will. Held. At. Gunpoint. Knife through face. Laughed at. Pointed. Killed. Slaughter Thou Loved. Tortured. Filed. Under catacombs. Face. Pounded. Into ground. Cooked in a human stove. Eaten. Gory Flesh Blended on a Blacktop: Mixed in a meal. Gored into a buffet. You will be eaten by obesity men. Blood on plates. Barf in pans. Macabre kids eating bones out of cans. Your flesh will be blended into a meal. Made on a blacktop you will be killed. Gross and fun. Barf and smile. Fluids are coming out of the carcass. No! Put them back in the oven. They are not done. Cook them back up, now wasn't that fun? Face Impounded Into the Ground: Beaten to hell and back, slaughtered to death. Bathed in gore, blood will be shed. Hit in the face. Got right back up. To the breaking point of dying. Face impounded into the ground. Taking blows. Digging deep just to live. Finding inner strength. Bring me down and I'll get right back up. Gore Child: Born through gore, born of a whore. Born as a child, Died as a child. Living is the past. Hacking through my parents, as I came into this world. Grotesque I look, grotesque I feel. Grabbing the weapons. Dead corpses at my feet. I cannot walk. Slit my throat. Slit my life. The darkening world. The suffering people. The Tale of the Knife: Butchered and sliced. Mutilated in body bags. Flesh grind-ed upon. Face cut off from skull. Arms and limbs torn away. The knife is always there with you. Massacre a disaster. Brutal blood. Innocent lives lost. Cut into by the knife, and bathed in blood. Cackling sounds. Beaten to death. Enslaved by the tortured. The system has cut into your life. It will take away your mind and face. Don't try and be kinder. Sacrifice the heart and lung. Tear apart the limb of hate. Don't be fooled or you will be put through a meat grinder. Blood Barfer: Blood Barfer Barfing up my life, inside the onslaught. Gore and macabre, running through the dark. Cutting heads off millions, the human genocide. Sauteed in blood, sliced and served on a plate. Slaughter, decay, barfing the life of a child. Carcass Calling: Blood, gore, gross, puke, dark, foggy, killer, slaughter, carcass, corpse, bind, gag, blow torch, chainsaw, alley, gully, graveyard, tomb, butchery, gruesome, flesh, kill, murder, purge, up-chuck. We call upon this carcass. Rotting Corpse Carnival: Come one come all. Come to the show. Come and see the undead live. Come to the graveyard, dark and foggy. Come and see the corpses rot. Slowly we rot away. What should we wear? Don't wear a mask. Wear corpse paint of course. Spread blood across your body. Games of gore and movies of mutilated. Wait around for more. It only costs a barf bucket to get in. Bow down to the almighty carcass. Everyone will die around you. Kind of like Kennedy, getting his head blown off. Thirteen: No lyrics. |
| LED TO SLAUGHTER: Andy: Vocals Zack: Guitar Rob: Guitar John: Bass Jake: Drums |
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