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Breast feeding reaper, dissent 'ere the breach,
Ever deceptive, disguised morbid leech,
Pastor of wise ones, a marbled array,
A backdrop of canker on the banks of dismay,
Four-winged harpy like edicts impeached,
The sordid whorls of each conceded esoteric whore beseeched.
The black dog is gaining, fading our way,
Still, the gods incense us still onto the next day, next stage.
Death rides at our rearward!
The hooves tattoo a cursed verse!
Driving toward the finite,
Sentient entity, torment denied!
Bend!
Bow!
Follow...
Knives aimed towards the sky,
Vainly, to tame threat of the oskorei.
Today is the day
The faithful are led from their stables and
Into the valley of sin;
Where 'ere the flesh's revered victorious!
Motions and lotions, lugubrious potions,
Imbibements, revivements, orgiastic a-silence,
And violents, and violence, and glutting, and fucking,
And sucking, and jutting, and rutting, and bucking
And ooze...
Squeal pig squeal!
We fuck and we kill! Kill! Kill!
The maggots will eat their fill!
You're soulless so fear no ill,
Lay back and relax.
Struck in the guts,
Weeping like catholic idols,
Statuesque,
Frozen in form of formal
Torment,
[Impotent!]
Slowly extract the lower intestine.
Comatose, numb to the touch,
Squeaking, leaking,
Hung to be bled,
You know it's all for the greater good.
To be honored in this way is to be immortal.
Consent to the end. Bite your tongue!
Bailiffs, unrelenting sadists, gavel-happy, slapping death and
Judgment in the face of maybe, vapid, acrid, sorry, tacet,
Beaten! Grieving!
The bureaucratic, dogmatic, hail-to-the-static-addicts
Siphon rights piratic, the panic should have been automatic
Beaten! Beaten for days!
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Laudanum
02:56
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3. |
Goat Mountain
07:27
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Evil deeds, hypocrisy, republican democracy,
The liberal hearts bleed to a T, cacophony, obscenity disease.
The right wing vultures lay in wait, the leftist deadbeats bray for steak,
The masses gagging at their fate: ablated, slated, simulated ease.
The crust of all earthly subconscious quakes.
Slide or slake!
Flee the arid bedlam; suburban psycho-sanctum.
See the mesas rush to meet the sky!
Into the gnarled darkness escape,
Transverse the break,
Plunge to the dead man’s lake.
Hark! Nature's weight repeals inside,
insidious respite wan.
Erst Luna's swoll'n,
My heart cries from the mountains to the river,
Steeped in sacred gloam, wrought of Aaron's,
Fall 'fore thee.
It is the moon tide! Primeval thrall!
Thieves,
Beggars,
Have robbed our animality,
What's left is crude and base.
What remains is based on death.
In the shrieks of the human game plays
A melody sweeter than sanguine, fresh as decay,
As pure as the end and as soft as the knife;
The shrieks of the humans drained!
From the peaks of Goat Mountain
Count the heads in the valley of the slain.
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4. |
12 Gauge Sunrise
07:03
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A surge like breath, vented like foetid gas,
From out the mouth of chaos portends.
Black flanked nimbus exhale
Armies of the ready-dead, assembled by proxy,
Like to marasmic curs us abound!
Approaching.
Licking their slavery jaws.
Satisfied with nothing,
Wasted, wanting.
Look to your wives, your husbands sons and daughters!
Lock up your doors, your windows and your larders!
Power in numbers, strength in abundance,
Shambling, championing the death of inconstance.
This plague's claimed scores since the insurrection began,
At this point the situation has been deemed a catastrophe!
From behind the callousèd eyes of unrest
Only the dead will persevere.
The End.
I can feel my hide thickening,
Insalubrious, against the torrents of the almight,
My eyes are crystalline,
My senses all tight
We tread the paths of woe
Where no mortal feign may follow anon,
We've scaled the mounts of madness!
Who will stand against our forces now?
We sound now the call!
Fie trump and clarion!
We sound now the call!
From the bowels, ignescent
A cleansing deluge shall the masters of greed receive.
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Lysergic Jesuscide
05:24
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Blind! The light of pain;
The trigger signals horrors to come,
Dementia rounds the spinal column,
Seeps into the nervous system,
Gaping face aghast,
The furor of redemption,
The sentence of incentive as the vision gains momentum,
A cycle of sedition,
A writhing Serpent's pod,
Adorned thorns aid the quickening,
They barre the way to god.
Hindsight curse the mercy
Bloodburst-burp burns heresy
Swirling psychohellic, celestial waves
Wash away today's graceless, fading rays,
The temple curtain rendered like wanton labial splay
Before his eyes forsaken, shaken,
Crazed!
Mindblight reinsert thee
Usurp these gods of sanity enthroned...
Is that my mother/is that the whore?!
One weeping/one demure.
From ‘out the miasmal quick-manure,
The breach of the head of the saviour's skewer!
Rise black centurion!
Stay not your javelin arm!
Railed! Impaled!
My god is this really happening,
God! In Your glory gore me!
Stuck! Run-through!
Pinion-inverted gurgle
Gargling rust!
Lanced! Entranced into a
State where I feel negated,
Fate that I hang berated
Stabbed! Imbrued!
Circle of Satan,
Purgatory avaunt!
No palace of ice, no lake of flame
In dark untamed.
From the stillness
Heed the feasted, breeding.
Groans, chilled to the bone,
Distant and faint at first,
Pray: "can I be saved?
Destiny's curse reversed?"
This voice is not the same...
It knows my name!
Lost,
Fused to the cross,
Martyrs with Magdalene's
Hair bathe my broken feet
In firstborn's blood.
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6. |
.357 Rapture
02:26
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Viscera exits the hole,
Uncontrolled,
The heat hits the cold,
Meat exposed.
I see your soul,
Retreat incomplete.
Sound the repeat, my sweet,
For one more crimson burst!
Flesh of the accursed blurts
Rapture in reverse,
Rehearsed, one last
Taste of pain.
Bring on the Son,
For some must die young…
Bring on the Sun,
Disciples of none.
Locked and loaded, cock-sure,
[simper fi! do or die!]
One by one a bolt between the lobes!
[gung ho!]
Ooh! It makes the grass grow!
See! It makes the grass grow:
BLOOD!
Behold the non-generation,
They canonize war,
[war without ending]
Behold, the uncogeneration
Panegyrize war;
Wasting and wanting the more.
Bring on the son,
Disciples of none!
Behold! The path of the
Righteous engenders the corps,
[feed for the ether]
Behold! The head of
The righteous all covered in sores,
Marked by the dawn of the day.
Bring on the sun,
Disciples of none.
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7. |
Fist-First
04:51
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Fist first: a face fuck-fatality!
Feast the forearm afore
Knees bleed beneath
The weight of
Break neck, hydraulic brutality
Masturbating your core.
Feel me deep, seal me,
Find what for!
I span the divine,
Flipping and slipping
Between the divide;
Gripping the stigmaless
Figments of terror that
Scream from your eyes!
Coddle me swaddle me oesophageally till death!
Date-rape laced!
Force-fed disgrace!
Take my arm…
Embrace
Daddy’s coming home!
Flabbergasted penetration,
Flailing fists in desperation,
Salty dogs I dominate them,
Naked, caked in blood and
Cum-crusted shit and vomit,
A bladder full of piss,
Pucker up, suck it up,
Ooh, kiss the fist!
A violent whisper silenced
By the science I create.
[beyond rape!]
Beyond the bounds
Of strict, perverse, sick motive
Vents true debauchery.
[oh butchery!] The smell of strangled
Sanguine sends/rends
Uncapable of separating
My elation from
Your engorged demise.
Bile-warped nub
Fucks your mouth-cunt!
Past the labia,
Through the cervix,
“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“Oral cavities moltensewn!”
Fist-First: a face-fuck fatality!
I ride the decline,
Cushing the uprising of the Bacchae!
Mace, make space
To castigate.
Orifice? or a face?
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8. |
Machete Bitchslap
02:59
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Blessed death, a shotgun burial,
Yours by heredity;
The streams of burning red,
The flesh. The vibrant, gulping
Endless onslaught;
Fresh ground burger dusted
In death-adrenaline.
Between each stroke, each strangled choke,
Becoming like the raging of the gods are we:
Barbarous thieves!
Let none alive!
Blessed death, ethnic colonic!
An open grave, The shotgun burial,
Fresh-ground burger
Slight-dusted in lime.
The violence. Yours by heredity;
A bifurcated synaptic breech,
A diet of death and adrenaline,
The quiet before execution.
The streams of burning red
Anoint the flesh of Nod.
With each beat between each stroke,
Each flesh-rest, chunk and bone,
I become the
Raging of the gods;
Vibrant, strident, shrill,
Gulping from the trough
Of the ancient swill
Flowing from the font;
Vibrant exultant!
Endless be th’onslaught!
Righteous is the will!
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9. |
Binge Killer
03:55
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Well I’ll tell you straight!
That my will bleeds iron and cold.
Well I’ll tell you straight up!
My weapon is brandished,
My will is pure.
My desire is to dissect thee slowly;
A blood soaked hart
To eject sweet death all over me
Beyond the parapet of
Ought readjusted schematics,
The impunity of unwrought, obstinate
Tissue pedantics.
*************
Straight-laced to the beast
Defeated on the cross:
Thy life, by my eyes scries lost!
Be strong my chosen one.
Spite the rising sun.
The aides of ‘Paar-Kraat
Laud thee, oh Zuul!
The ancient rites
Laud thee oh Zuul!
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10. |
The Reckoning
06:27
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Don’t wake me…
The other escapes me;
The champion of fate!
Oh grim potentate,
Make no mistake,
Hell is at hand!
Mantras mouthed,
Thickening the breeze.
Ceased wings beating,
Black Death crest donned.
My face, like to a maw, mutated;
Bare gums/jagged jaws.
The muscles atrophied, veins tainted…
The flesh all about the fallen,
The awe, the claws, tongue lolling!
My skin adapts the pallour of ash;
Drawn withered and torn,
My eyes a violent, violet gash…
Wrathful monarch take shape!
Let sound the trump of vengeance!
All sinews, tight
Like fine-stretched drum-hide,
Pain! Prepare to uncoil.
A conjugal decision,
A cup of verity.
A bum-rush of deliverance,
The soul’s disparaging.
Raise the walls around us.
The battle’s already fought,
And those on the podium
Know the victor’s face.
And I, here alone regret,
Must waive my reticence
Before the darkness fades.
Not long now…
Disciples of war,
Biotic cyborgs,
Their champion they hail,
But will burden’s fate
`Round the combatants?
From the confines of the indecipherable dark,
Past all Helvete, Hades, Hölle,
I alone shall ascend to the tip
Of the butte of unparalleled dominance
And from the throne to smite the seeker.
Return to the abyss my fathers,
Offer us your lives
Before the hammer shall fall
Amongst thy sons and thy daughters;
They shall bow before mine.
Fraught in the dawn of impiety,
Wild in the face of defeat,
Reverberant profanities fly
As you try to crawl away.
Die! The fire in your cry
I wish to straight de-luminate.
The snap, crack,
The pop of your spine de-animates.
Thy corpse froze in time
Thy conscience , clutch
As the carrion close.
Beaten, you lie at my feet
As I right my gaze
I pay no heed to the desperate
Cries of th’enlightened
As I ascend into thy empire!
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Only Zuul Portland, Oregon
Only Zuul (formed 2005 in Portland, OR) is a heavily thrash-based technical death metal band with influences including doom, black metal and grind-core. The band’s major focus is on combining crushing heaviness and dissonance with layered melodies; incorporating operatic singing with the more traditional black, death, and thrash metal styles. ... more
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