by Job for a Cowboy on album Ruination

Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God. Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers. Sexually abusive torture is diminis

by Job for a Cowboy on album Demonocracy

The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots, As his yearning parade bubble

by Job for a Cowboy on album Demonocracy

The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots, As his yearning parade bubbles: f

by Job for a Cowboy on album Demonocracy

The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots, As his yearning parade bubbles: f

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers w

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers w

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers w

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers w

by Job for a Cowboy on album Ruination

The blameless are succumbing To the ravages of warfare Built upon capitol and greed The lords of corruption leave their people To rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos Education, employment and he

by Job for a Cowboy on album Demo '04

The celebration, of your aunt may chen. this celebration, you can too! This celebration, happens tomorrow! bring your presents from your car!!!! Guy! you bring, sharp knives! Woman! brought fish still

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers w

by Job for a Cowboy on album Live Ruination (EP)

It breathes.What stands before us is not a machine* It breathes, it will bleed, and it will sleep.Its body is covered in hundreds of wires. The mouth attempts to speak but, Only murmers collapse from

by Job for a Cowboy on album Live Ruination (EP)

Propel this solitary man in front of us with his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears* Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel. In the past the crowned once h

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I've come to an implausible conclusion That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison I'm indulging my thirstiness With an infectious substance For the bane of my existence is solely Outlined

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I've come to an implausible conclusion That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison I'm indulging my thirstiness With an infectious substance For the bane of my existence is solely Outlined

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I've come to an implausible conclusion That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison I'm indulging my thirstiness With an infectious substance For the bane of my existence is solely Outlined

by Job for a Cowboy on album Sun Eater

I've come to an implausible conclusion That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison I'm indulging my thirstiness With an infectious substance For the bane of my existence is solely Outlined

by Job for a Cowboy on album The Best Of The Taste Of Chaos 2

It bleeds! It breathes! What stands before us, is not a machine It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream! (Scream) Its body is covered in hundreds of wires And a mouth that attempts to speak,

by Job for a Cowboy on album Doom

It bleeds! It breathes! What stands before us, is not a machine It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream! (Scream) Its body is covered in hundreds of wires And a mouth that attempts to speak,

by Job for a Cowboy on album Live at Wacken 2008

It bleeds! It breathes! What stands before us, is not a machine It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream! (Scream) Its body is covered in hundreds of wires And a mouth that attempts to speak,