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Immediate download of Return To The Sky (From Whence You Came) in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Comes in a full color digipak with 16 page booklet!
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Awesome full color Digipak with 16 page booklet + "Nekrogoblikon" shirt
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Awesome full color Digipak with 16 page booklet + "Bears" shirt
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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Awesome full color Digipak with 16 page booklet + "Invasion Skull" shirt
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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"Nekrogoblikon" shirt in eye-popping fluorescent green.
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The most glorious of shirts, with the stirring scene of a goblin riding a bear.
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A goblin skull under a goblin logo. What more could you ask for?
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A darker version of our fluorescent shirt. The greatest logo OF ALL TIME will grace your chest if you wish. It's in your hands now.
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lyrics
RETURN TO THE SKY (FROM WHENCE YOU CAME)
Scanning the sky with eyes open wide, I'm not ready to die!
My hands are trembling;
They are descending down!
From the mountains... they fly!
From the seas... they rise!
Diving down from crimson skies,
The giant birds peck out our eyes,
Fight for your lives! Kill all of them!
Every last one will be dead!
Severed humans are flying left and right,
An arm, a leg, a spleen, our brains are taking flight!
They will take our organs 'til we die,
Dismembered bodies rain down from the sky!
Please don't feed the fucking birds!
Please don't feed the fucking birds!
Panic erupts as the newscast airs,
Denizens of earth have just been made aware
Of the terrible fate that awaits them all,
The unbearable truth; the impending squall.
In the skies above, the birds all proudly soar,
Hungry for more,
Ready to pluck every being off the face of the Earth,
Beaking the infants with rigorous mirth.
Everyone is dead.
What was once the proud human race has been reduced to
Nothing more than common bird droppings.
credits
from
STENCH,
released 19 July 2011
license
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