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I've been listening to "Vile" by Cannibal Corpse for a month now, and I must say it no longer has the brutalizing effect it used to... it's like, how should I put it, as if one day the MS became kind or as if, all of a sudden, Italy had honest politicians... It's these subversions that bring the world to ruin!
So I decided to dedicate myself to listening to "Deicide," the standard-bearers of non-innovative sound: Deicide have never betrayed me, and every time I buy their work, I know it’s something exceptional. Let's be honest, Deicide are to metal what Mike Buongiorno is to television: ungenerated and imperishable. I ordered the album on the internet, and when I typed in my credit card number, the message appeared "Ah Ah Ah! We cloned your credit card and with your money, we'll pay the bail for the Beasts of Satan!"... how useful Deicide makes me feel to society!!!
A few days later, the mailman rings, but I hadn't forgotten that I had to mummify him in barbed wire... however, when I go downstairs, he hands me the coveted Masterpiece: "Incynehritghfyjkmein" or something like that... As I read the title of the CD, the mailman takes off his Italian Post jacket and removes the mask... it’s him, Glenn Benton! I recognize him from the inverted cross branded on his forehead and the pentacle-shaped scar he got by getting run over by a truck. With a hissing voice, he says to me: "This is our best album, like all our albums from 1991 to today: every album of ours is the best. But now, you must be faithful to us forever, even when we find ourselves burning together in the dark depths of hell with the fanged and forked devils who will skewer us, curse us with the seven curses of Satan the Master, and force us with boiling oil to kill Jesus in a painful and atrocious way and..." but I interrupt him and point out that Jesus is already dead... Glenn bursts into tears, perhaps he had forgotten, and I destroyed all his dreams... in any case, he has me sign a blank bill of exchange "for the cause," dresses back as a mailman, and vaporizes in front of my eyes... Has he returned to hell? The answer for posterity...
I go up to my house and put the CD in the player... It's difficult to describe the sensations aroused by titles like "BibleSmasher" or "I Hate You Forever": suddenly, I feel a growing need to recreate the intimate atmospheres described by Deicide... So I take the matches and set the curtains on fire... But Mom has never stopped listening to Cannibal Corpse, because she is very Brutal: so she takes a butcher's hook and sticks it up my ass (those who know Cannibals get it)... I put out the fire and think that Hell can wait (cool sentence, I'll contact MGM and propose it as a title for the next James Bond film)...
But no, with the succession of tracks, Glenn's solemn words instill in me the desire to crucify a Christian upside-down and dismember him with a satanic black goat horn: but who? There's no need to ask, the mailman! And what if it's Glenn in disguise? I can't crucify a fellow member of satanic demonic Luciferian infernal legions, especially if he's THE High Priest of the council of devils on earth and the senate of Hades. I change target, and this time I focus on a real integralist Catholic Christian, Father Fedele Bisceglia!! But suddenly, Glenn emerges from the wardrobe, I recognize him from the Nargaroth tattoo, and he tells me that Father Fedele is better left untouched and adds "Joking with the Saints and not with the Mafia"; so I decide to crucify my sister. She is always good and instead of shoving my head in the toilet when I vomit, she always annoys me with pathetic phrases like "Do you need something? Can I help you in some way?"... Unbearable... so I prepare an inverted black wooden cross and get ready to crucify her... meanwhile, the refrigerator (the one I had kicked) whispers very evil magic formulas. Then I open it, and who's inside? Him again, Glenn Benton disguised as a milk slice: this time he makes himself recognized by showing me the skull-shaped scar of God (how the hell is God’s skull!?) that he got with the lawnmower. He scolds me because my sister is not a practicing Catholic and therefore I can't crucify her according to the Gorgoroth and Nargaroth ritual. Then he unwraps himself (I remember he was dressed as a milk slice) and says to me "Listen to Incyneratheimnghtyfs (even he doesn’t know what it's called nda) and feel the darkness of evil enter you: then buy all our other records, which are all the best. Only then will you be able to sit at the right hand of the Lord of Evil" and disappears again.
I leave my sister and return to listening to the CD: I feel extremely evil (like Dad the day he found out that the Office Head was banging my mom, and Juve lost) and start thinking I really want to go to Hell. I go to Mail Order, but I can't order any more Deicide albums because with the credit card money, they got the Beasts of Satan out of jail. In fact, Andrea Volpe and his gang ring my house and come to celebrate with chips, cola, orange soda, and the cursed blood of sacrificed victims: they tell me that tonight they will sacrifice someone on the altar of Belzebù and Ascaroth and that I can't miss it, otherwise they'll have to suicide me (this time I don’t get it wrong: according to the vocabulary of the Beasts of Satan, "suicidare" is transitive). So we all listen to "Incynerhatmniefshgjk" so we will be evil and can act in accordance with the will of Satan, god of evil and blasphemous, iconoclastic evil impiety. Deicide are very evil, and I too feel evil when I listen to Deicide. While listening, I see Dad drunk, beating my sister bloody because she once again let Mom go to work on the streets: did he also listen to Deicide? No, because otherwise, Glenn would have told him to beat Ruini and not my sister, who isn't even practicing...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Bible Basher (02:23)
Holy one unsung, you are the scum of his philosophy
Will you ever learn that it is god who is the enemy?
Step across our line from the divine and twisted beaten path
Spewing forth in bullshit to your final fatal bleeding gasp
What you have to say about your lord don't mean a thing to me
Bash you fucking head in with the book of his insanitiy
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Who is your god?
Ram your religion so far up your ass
Till it becomes just a thing of the past
Trample the cross and you cave into hate
Bible basher I'm destroying your faith
Blasphemous and vicious as I'm ripping you from head to toe
There are those who wish you'd leave them the fuck alone
In your face I spit to contradict your lord's integrity
Time to admit, you are swimming in fantasy
In a fit of rate, Satanic ways you will be crucified
Bound and determined, your savior will die
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Bible Basher
Who is your god?
Stab your religion and leave it for dead
Crush your insides with a touch of Satan
You will succumb as did Adam and Eve
Bible basher, I destroy your belief
02 Forever Hate You (03:08)
No despair anymore, your image it is diseased
I am a knife in your back, a constant reminder of what it could be
You are doomed to repeat all the things that you do
Right decision, to be true to myself and forever hate you
Misery from the time you were born
Repeat the past as you've always before
Reap it, want no part of your lies
Keep your mistruthts and remove you from sight
Guilty from the start of the game
As like before with the ending the same
Hatred has you trapped in its womb
Never will I have compassion for you
And you!
I am me and I do anything that I please
Unforgiven, you're a waste of one's time to this servant of hell
You're confused if you thought I was loyal and true
My decision to undo what is done and forever hate you
Misery from the time you were born
Repeat the past as you've always before
Reap it, want no part of your lies
Keep your mistruthts and remove you from sight
Guilty from the start of the game
As like before with the ending the same
Hatred has you trapped in its womb
Never will I have compassion for you
03 Standing in the Flames (03:32)
Nowhere in me is the presence of god
Nor do I need him or want him around
What you expect I could never conceive
Kill off your children to fulfill your dream
Give them your name and condemn them to die
Little they know of what you have in mind
Drink to the father and that of the son
I'm not that stupid, just look what they've done
Standing in the flames--fuck the lord's redemption
Cursed is the way of his resurrection
Who will take his place on the crucifixion?
Wipe away our pain with your contradiction
He is the fool that believeth in god
It's for the needy and people who want
I have refused you as you refused me
Helpless emotion is what you foresee
I am one with Satan, cast beyond the night
In his flame of hatred, I provoke the light
Never around when you're all out of hope
He is not there, he is only a ghost
Where is your power to make me redeem
If you're so mighty then why not kill me
Adore the serpent created by god
Once that you do this then you can move on
Making us pure with the death of your son
Rainbows of blood, his endeavor is done
Standing in the flames--fuck the lord's redemption
Cursed is the way of his resurrection
Who will take his place on the crucifixion?
Wipe away our pain with your contradiction
He is the fool that believeth in god
It's for the needy and people who want
I have refused you as you refused me
Helpless emotion is what you foresee
I am one with Satan, cast beyond the night
In his flame of hatred, I provoke the light
06 Halls of Warship (03:03)
They want to witness the arrival of the lord
And the destruction he has promised to us all
Their sick conviction to the ending of the world
Live in prediction he will soon be back on Earth
They think they are the only ones who will be spared
The kingdom of Jehovah isn't really there...
Halls of warship burn, until you touch the ground
Ignited by deceit, your will of god is misperceived
Where's the virtue in the riddles of a dying king
Exiled in defeat, the end of their regime
They know who rules this world, a toll they sue to scare
Brainwash the witnesses to think he's coming here
Their only mission is the pending fear of god
Given permission to pursue a life without
A grim existence for the offspring that they breed
Return to Abraham and let us live in peace
Halls of warship burn, until you touch the ground
Ignited by deceit, your will of god is misperceived
Where's the virtue in the riddles of a dying king
Exiled in defeat, the end of their regime
09 Apocalyptic Fear (03:21)
Wage war with your threats of the lord
Retaliation, attack
Full force of the war machine
You think you hear him calling you back
Kick down the blessed doors to god
We got some killing to do
Scramble little lambs you run
The Devil is coming for you
Intervention, the retreat has begun
Although you're all about to be dead
You in the front, the first to go
I think it was in something you said
You claim to be the son
Your pain for everyone
To heaven disappear
Apocalyptic fear
Perfect the method for an untimely death
The horror you're about to receive
Firestorm, incinerator engaged
You want the sacrifice to be seen
Consequences for your misuse of god
Without the final seal, you are through
Convinced of what has to be done
The end to desperation for you
Insist it's the only way out
The only chance you have to be free
Defend your impeccable lord
Provide you with a passage to leave
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