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The Wall of Souls

from Wet Hot American Slaughter by PrideMeat

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lyrics

Whining the muttered last vague breath of death
from thy chest
the collapse of your lungs
emerged and encased in a cement casket waste
shaped for the wretched sealed by the fate
to form the wall of souls
the angels, bleed from the sky
oh dripping black spewing out from their eyes
with the guardian's gaze from afar
reciting his plagues conducting his arms
millions of pods, raised fluid in the dead
an immaculate birth right to be fed
the siege of mankind throughout the time
has created a flesh bath tub of brine
and when they awaken a divider is built
a wall of flesh stone souls and filth
emerged and encased in a cement casket waste
shaped for the wretched sealed by the fate
to form the wall of souls
The angels, bleed from the sky
oh dripping black spewing out from their eyes
With the Guardian's mouth open wide
reciting his plagues the were eager to sprout
millions of pods, raised fluid in the dead
an immaculate birth bred to be fed
defected in ways they lack vital strength
seeking my guidance to honor their ways
of the condemned they slave
slaves suffer in pain, eternally waiting till end of time
we march them one by one they go
and with a thunderous applause they know
my younglings drink the brine of sorrow
ensuring my wall of souls it grows... It grows...
to a massive extent, enclosing the tombs of ancient prophets
until i free them from the wall of souls
millions of prophets raised in the dead
an immaculate revival towards the end
perfection in waves, eternal strength
Im seeking my honor when they awake
rest for the wretched sealed by the fate
the wall of souls

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from Wet Hot American Slaughter, released June 27, 2015

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PrideMeat Savannah, Georgia

What is PrideMeat? Simply, We are that little extra. In one hand you have Death Metal, in the other Hardcore. Pulsating out of both hands is an orgasmic mixture of heavy riffs infused with black metal, thrash, and doom elements. Is our name a dick joke? Sure. Is it more than that? Thats your call. ... more

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