stalking for a proper victim
rotting whore, disease stricken
a mother-to-be that’s all that I need
to gut and rape and plant my seed

i can smell her cunt!
no hesitation, putrid hole for a petri dish
no trepidation in this assassination
just a plot, a plan, to create the perfect man

stripped and strangled, let’s begin
the field is ready to be sown
eviscerate the womb, ejaculate into the wound
cum and blood, contaminated conception
intertwining genomes of sin and evil
to fashion the perfect deformity
inseminated eggsack swells
infestation commences

bulging sack of amniotic pus extended
prolapsed cunt-hole tearing, dripping
ripping from gash to ass, shrieks of birth-pain
as maggots vomit out sequentially from the slime
13 worms, 13 needs, 13 mouths begin to feed
the mother-corpse nurtures the blood frenzy of her children
alive ! alive !

demoniacal parthenogenesis
this nest of maggots comes to life

uterus devoured, a fallopian feast
intestines become the second course, no remorse
just an insectile urge to grow and change
metamorphosize until nothing of the old remains
a squirming wave chew their way to the surface, erupting
throw them chunks of rotten flesh, what a fucking mess
a maggot brood is born from death, perfumed in putrescine
consuming all, both flesh and bone, slurping up every drop
bastard parasites, grotesque abominations

more victims needed !
they just keep feeding !

plenty of food to go around
yea humans are cheap for the taking
and well worth the price, if bought by the pound
considering what I’m raising
they prefer their food alive and screaming!

now out of meat, on themselves they must feed
brother eating brother eating brother
devouring each other
until one, the strongest to survive
my alpha predator arrives
appetite never filled
always seeking its next kill

1st Sequence: The Perpetual Cycle of Devourment

Nest of Maggots

Troglodytic Curmudgeon - Nest of Maggots

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Curse Of Tongues - IDWK

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Plugg'D N - We Outside

Deliver Me

RecklessJ$ X YBN Nahmir- A Lick

This alt rock track is about looking for satisfaction in the thrills, hype, money, and fame, only to find something's still missing. This is the opening track for an upcoming concept album about breaking those chains.

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systm/wsdm

"Vocês vão ouvir a 'tradução' deles. O #synthpop de merda. A versão 'Cold War' polida que o 'casal margarina' 'traficou' do nosso HD."

"Eles acharam que podiam 'traduzir' a nossa fúria."

"Eles estavam errados pra caralho."

"Isto é o 'Origins: REFORGED'. Estas são as 11 faixas originais. O código-fonte. A porra das demos como elas deviam ter soado. O ódio cru, o barulho que eles tentaram apagar."

"Isto não é o 'Origins'. É o 'Origins' Reforjado na porra da nossa garagem, com metal, ódio e sete cordas. Incluindo o 'tapa na cara' (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) que eles achavam que estava enterrado."

"Eles têm a 'tradução'. A gente tem a porra da verdade." #TimeTraducao #TimeBarulho | "You're going to hear their 'translation'. The shitty #synthpop. The polished 'Cold War' version that the 'margarine couple' 'smuggled' from our hard drive."

"They thought they could 'translate' our fury."

"They were dead wrong."

"This is 'Origins: REFORGED'. These are the 11 original tracks. The source code. The fucking demos as they should have sounded. The raw hatred, the noise they tried to erase."

"This isn't 'Origins'. It's 'Origins' Reforged in our fucking garage, with metal, hatred and seven strings. Including the 'slap in the face' (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) that they thought was buried."

"They have the 'translation'. We have the fucking truth." #TranslationTime #TimeScream

Ctrl+Alt+Destroy (Reforged)

UNIDARK – Hive Born

Deathcore, Death Metal, and Metalcore forged from the blackest depths.
Brutal, emotional, and carved straight from the underground.

💀 Stream, support, on Bandcamp → unidark.bandcamp.com/follow_me

Hive Born - is a suffocating plunge into the depths of identity loss, paranoia, and rebellion inside a dystopian hive-mind. With pounding drums, razor-sharp riffs, and guttural screams clawing through layers of industrial horror, this track captures the mental collapse of a soul infected by control.

It’s not just a song—it’s a war cry for those who’ve ever felt consumed, erased, or trapped in something they never chose.

Crush the signal. Break the chain.

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Hive Born

White Devil takes the darkest, sickest parts of the human soul, dresses them in beats and music and rubs them to our faces. Daringly, crudely, without guilt, straight from the source of the transmitting channels.