"O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's sickest desire, those of the darkness spawned. Fires of Hell, I stroke thee high through the open gates ever so wide, bury me in sin. The daggers have been raised. Oh the dance of death, she's a sweet one. To our victory we will drink"

Breeding Death EP by Bloodbath
The Bleeding by Cannibal Corpse
Cruelty And The Beast CD2 by Cradle of Filth
Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth
Issues by Korn
Life Is Peachy by Korn
Sacrament by Lamb Of God
Antichrist Superstar by Marilyn Manson
Iowa [PA] by Slipknot
Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses by Slipknot
The Cleansing by Suicide Silence

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