Dead Bods

by Ausable Killings

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Recorded live from inside of a large coffin.


released December 27, 2013

Music: Ausable Adam
Vocals: Sean Killings
Guest vocals on Spawn of the Serpent: Blood Abbey
Photography: Abbey Meaker
Inspiration: Satan



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Track Name: Devil's Garden
Ready your souls, it's reaping time. This decision is your last. What side are you on boy? Satan will be your savior. You'll roast, you'll toast in the Devil's garden. Get ready to run, ready for fun; we’re gonna crucify you, flaying your skin along the way. You are dead, you are dead, you are dead, you are dead, you are dead, you are dead, you are dead.

I’m back and ready for a killing spree. Your souls are mine, just stay and bleed.

What is that smell? It's human flesh. The hunt begins, feel the fear. Get on your knees and you better pray your nightmare isn't our dream coming true…it is.

I killed a man cause he looked at me; limb from limb I just set him free. His arms look good mounted on my wall, he'll be my trophy until the next man falls. The next man falls. Could it be you? Yes, it's gonna be you.
Track Name: Spawn Of The Serpent
Gather your tools my sons. Sacrifice every piece of this man. Every drop of blood shall be spilled from the organs and tissues into the mouths of hell. This is my blade it's got a wicked thirst. Before the killing begins the quench comes first. Where to begin? Let's start with the toes; sorry little piggies to the market in hell you go.

Satan is coming!

Awaken this man the ritual must continue. He must feel every moment of pain. There is no mercy for this soul, here or in the after life.

You’re passed out in shock from the site of your blood. Your bedtime is over, time for a little fun. Let's move on to those sweet little private eyes. We're the last sons of bitches you'll ever see and that's no lie.

Welcome to Hell!

Drink this blood and sing to me my children, the day of reckoning is here. Your hunger must never wane. Hell will rise and you will be gods.

We are, we are the children of Satan. We have come to do the bidding of our lord. We are, we are the spawn of the serpent, the prince of darkness awaits you.
Track Name: Steel Chain Grimace
The chains around your neck are made of steel and forged by future savior. Your soul will be trapped, I speak in facts, you're destined for a life with Satan. Before you serve, let's have some fun; your skin would look real nice on me. Welcome to the house of horrors. Say your peace and let the show begin.

We'll slice you up, we'll dice you up, we're gonna make all of your blood jump. The bend of your spine we'll use for a bone chime, It reminds me of the curve of my scimitar. You're in for a treat, your future is bleak, you're destined for a hell fiery peek.

See my blade. This is my blade. Feel my blade. It is my blade.

It's okay, everything will be alright, just do what we say: Swallow these razor blades. Time to let go, time for goodbyes, mention our names to Nyrgal at the gates of Hell.

Not so fast cause I ain't done, the torment hasn't even begun. Your arms are strapped with the strands of hair of bitter men that sat in that chair. Come on now, show us some fight! We're gonna start carving you up like its Thanksgiving tonight. Now where do we go from here?

Should we burn him? Yeah. Boil him? Yeah. Disembowel him? Yeah. What else should we do? Stretch him? Yeah. Stone him? Yeah. Skin him? Yeah, all that too.
Track Name: Rolle Corpus Satani
This is the end. It's time for sacrifice. This is where you're gonna die. Here we are, mercy’s been given. The guillotine is broken, so you'll just have to be bludgeoned.

This is what I know, you're gonna die. This is where you're gonna die.
You're gonna die. This is where you're gonna be buried.

I hope you learned something today: there is no god, just Mother Earth.
And we helped feed her with your blood today.

You look so peaceful in that pool of blood, without a care in the world.

You're dead, yes you're dead. I hope you said all those prayers.

Rolle Corpus Satani!

The time is now, we offer this soul to you.
The hunt begins again. Who will be our next victim?
Maybe it's you.
Yes it's you.