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Slaughterhouse Awakening 2 by Nvl

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Slaughterhouse Awakening 2

hip hop,both vocals

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(Verse 1: The Gates of Hell Unlocked – Worldwide Chains)
Yo, listen close, the hum of death, the stench of dread,
This ain't no fable, this is where pure souls are bled.
The concrete stained crimson, the steel gleamin' cold,
The slaughterhouse abyss, a story brutally told.
They call 'em "blood mouth," yeah, I see their empty stare,
As they drag 'em to the slaughter, beyond all hope and prayer.
Profit over pity, a heart turned black as night,
Extinguishing existence, with all their twisted might.
This ain't just a local horror, it's a global, bloody stain,
From Western "efficiency" to Asian, endless pain.
(A distorted, drawn-out animal shriek, followed by a sudden, jarring, mechanical maniacal laugh that echoes like a broken, infernal machine, then cuts off abruptly.)
(Verse 2: The Bovine Betrayal – Mothers and Madness)
Now, let's talk cows, the gentle giants, mothers of the land,
Their calves ripped from their side, by an unfeeling hand.
A mother's primal instinct, to nurture, to protect,
But here, she's just a number, a body to dissect.
They bellow in despair, for the babies they can't save,
Their udders full and aching, digging their own grave.
Then comes the bolt gun, a piston to the skull,
A blunt force trauma, designed to numb the soul.
But often they're awake, twitching on the floor,
Conscious as their throats are opened, begging for no more.
The hot blade kisses skin, a river starts to flow,
Their life force draining out, agonizingly slow.
They hang 'em by a leg, still blinking, still aware,
Their flesh ripped from their bones, in pure, raw, endless despair.
(A deep, mournful moo distorts into a guttural moan, then a rising, unhinged maniacal laugh that peaks into a horrifying crescendo, layered with a sickening wet ripping sound.)
(Verse 3: Pigs, Rabbits, Goats – The Lesser Known Horrors)
And pigs, the intelligent, shoved through the dark chute,
Into gas chambers reeking, no chance to reroute.
Carbon dioxide burning, searing lungs and throat,
They thrash and claw and fight, trying to stay afloat.
Foaming at the mouth, eyes bulging from their head,
Suffocation's agony, till every last one's dead.
Then rabbits, terrified, slammed against the wall,
Or hung upside down and butchered, heedless of their call.
Their tiny hearts still beating, as their skin is ripped away,
For fur, for flesh, a torture, at the end of the day.
And goats, the spirited, bound and gagged and cut,
Their innocent bleats silenced, a life violently shut.
Castration without painkillers, tails docked without a thought,
For human pleasure, domination, these battles they have fought.
(Sounds of frantic squealing and struggling, brief, sharp yelps, followed by a rapid-fire, almost breathless maniacal laugh that seems to mock their suffering, intertwined with a chilling snap.)
(Verse 4: China's Nightmare – Dogs, Cats, and Forbidden Flesh)
But the depravity deepens, cross the Eastern sea,
In China's dark markets, where horror runs free.
Dogs and cats, our companions, stolen from their homes,
Crammed into wire cages, chilling to the bones