Ribspreader
Album • 2018
Enter the gate up in the air we go tin can missile returning long lost sickos Leaving a trail of rancid entrails wrapped around palm trees as well as necks in Beverly Hills A trail of inhuman destruction in the land of the free horrible gruesome scenes covered in blood and pee An aftermath of slaughter a van dripping of blood left in an airport parking lot not even paid for Soon enough the news will spread just like fire about all severed heads Soon enough a legend is born of two monsters in a van oozing blood
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Memories of salty sweat pouring from a frowning face deep thoughts of dismemberment what to sever next limber fingers pulling bones from out its flesh skin sewn into a bag to carry the remains of this mess left to swing in the wind for someone soon to find a perfect gift for anyone non machine washable That's what we were flesh desperados waiting for a train with passengers to massacre Masks instead of sombreros no guns only knives and the occasional hatchet and of course the much needed bone saw Flesh desperados waiting for a train departure towards hell next stop utter pain
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Once again back to one crawled back to the start here to hide to rest to sleep recharge a sickened heart Travelling the back roads into the ancient forests the very place that birthed these utterly sick retards In the dark and deep hidden away from society perfecting their skills to kill waiting to unleash again Back to frostbitten shores where meat never spoils deep freezer land the home of the sick and retarded Reflecting on the ice two killer on the prowl returned once again to claim and capture a twisted dream
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
The tools of the trade do not come cheaply built by eager hands to fit a trade of killing Forged in unholy fires the melted steel of sin jagged edges of hell to open up and eviscerate A vest beneath the jacket hidden very close to spring into action just in half a second Ejecting blades to use in the coming kill supplying any tools needed for the slaughter Strapped to murder to take on the fucking world enter my zone and you leave in several parts Seeking out the victim an unsuspecting heap of meat they never know I'm coming they never had a clue
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Shiny as the sun cold as the moon and stars steel and plastic alloy interior made to suffer Wielded by the carrion purveyors that are inside mobile hell fortress slaughterhouse on wheels again You will be crushed under the vehicle of doom reincarnation of the old back again to roll you down Meat bandit meet the new van insanity and steel makes you suffer again for real
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
The sweat on the brow how he toils away at work to sever flesh yet never leaves a bloody mess Tidy sickness on the prowl rubber gloves and sharpened blades as he does his raids always neat and clean Freak of a sickened place a wretched spawn not of nature hunting down dirt both in dust and human form The cleaners theme the sounds of pain so obscene ripping and tearing apart leaving no trace at all
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
You will try to hide you think you might be safe in your house locked in the cellar We wait outside we know just what you are we wait on your lawn we will mow you down Come out and play play dead and in pieces come out and suffer the ribspreader has come Sneaking into your house licking your dripping fear ripping out your lungs as you breathe still Come out and play dead let us play with your severed head come out to suffer your ribs pulled apart
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
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