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- Fleisch Machina (Felled by Obsidian Blades) -
With dragged feet we toe the line
Mime our father's songs while we drown in wine
Sorted like machines, filled with hateful pride
Lost in the baffled stares of dead black eyes
We'll drag their feet, beat them in line
Feign noble poise over sharpened knives
Wretched and leering, pernicious minds
Feed the dead atrium with swallowed lives
The end is nearing
Accolades ungiven
No grief, no pittance
All born of Death’s dominion
Fisted, battered and compromised
Bodily fluids drip down their thighs
Fed garbage and poison, chained for life
While we gorge upon their innards and lies
Titanic falsehoods and butchered smiles
Then claim to know what’s right
When all we know is rehearsed lines
Minutes turn to hours
Days into weeks
Like flies we've sunk
Into webs they weave
Flesh clones sit upon gold thrones
Sworn to dark tomes of times gone,
While the bare boned praise the empty skies
Weaver prone, silent crones;
Meat mounds and cursed grounds
Fuel the acrid fire
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- Skin Totem (Rites of the Covetous) -
You said it would be a change, different this time
It's the same story, synced thrusts with legs entwined
I just lie to myself and this creature of mine
Strings me on, snaked around my spine
With pestilent conviction
We march on in damning whites
Cast in as objects
With patchwork souls and hollow eyes
War cries, attrition
Psych faults played through wasted lives
Last throes, perdition
Slave to hands of frozen time
Scented words litter rehearsed takes
All betray for their primal flaws, their resentful fates
Unable to contain their greed
Spurred by demons and possessed to breed
Fixed on your stitched lips
Gaze unmet through baneful cries
Fear and acceptance
Left in complete demise
War cries, attrition
Psych faults played through wasted lives
Last throes, perdition
Slave to hands of frozen time
Scented words litter rehearsed takes
All betray for their primal flaws, their resentful fates
An empty garden full of soulless weeds
May nature's wrath wash away your seeds
You said it would be the same, synced thrusts with legs entwined
I lie to myself, snake around my spine
And I see the chain, the skin that shapes your mind
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Another Spiral Chain
03:29
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- Another Spiral Chain -
Falling - Squared to signs, played in time
Revolving - Gates spawned by faceless hosts
Guarding – Senseless dogs at ceaseless posts
Haunting - Spun and turned, born to burn
Blackened
Blackened and one
Where the light can touch none
Where man doth tread
Under the gods
Spirals in sand
Children of dust
Where man doth tread
Under the gods
Mythic - Opaque halls, alchemic golds
Fleeting - This dance of knives, lust and crimes
Wasted - It’s all killing time
Blackened and one
Where the light can touch none
Where man doth tread
Under the gods
Spirals in sand
Children of dust
Where man doth tread
Under the gods
Another spiral chain
Always another born
Another distressed dame
To die in a hole
As we welcome the swarms begetting
Under banners of death, over rotten grounds
And squalls unending
That wipe through the cities, the prophecy stands
Awaiting the fabled idols
And thus the spires fall
Addicted to apathy
Insects to be born
And we welcome another spiral in chains
Always another mourned
Another wasted fate
Impaled on their sword
Another spiral in chains
Impaled by their sword
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Vermis Insanire
03:02
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- Vermis Insanire -
With menace they waste them all
From on high, from a tainted mold
Torture designed incisions
With your dead precision
All to feed your stressed conditions
The weakness of power, bereft of a serum
Breeding dread; fallacies, factories of flesh
Take in the abhorrence
Of the unborn
Vermis – worms in the mind
Condemn their own kind
Beaten, raped and only permitted to die
Blind to see; Derision in death; Swallowed apathy
Taste the pestilence
Off your killing floor
The wayward priest
Hails the coming age
A reign of sulfur rears its head
And fucking hell awaits
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...So Below
07:38
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- …So Below -
Under the guise of a thorned crown,
Hands adorned by riches
That spilled blood upon their altar
Long stained by the threshes
The flesh machine bellows forth
Its overture of enslavement
Hooded clerics feed its intangible form
With your hollowed out corpses
Cast from the void
And thrust upon their loins
The grove of pyres cast false light
Upon your flagellant wretches
Stunted liars, spewing forth
Grand deceptions; discord
And we sacrifice their condemned souls
To revel in their innards
Lost in roles of bereavement
Lashed to its wheel forever
Slaves to earth’s sundered crest
Buried in this sea of flesh
The hallowed breeding pit of death
Callous; adhering to their scripts
Care not for masters
By their own words be felled
Praising wrath as foresight
Absurd; their lust for wealth
Know they dwell in abyss
Named by cursed tongues
Vagrants that sought wisdom
The sephirot of Kether
Children of the void
Congealed blood and soil
Slaves to earth’s sundered crest
Buried in this sea of flesh
The hallowed breeding pit of death
Callous; adhering to their scripts
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Apostate Saints Melbourne, Australia
Apostate Saints is an expression of dissent and disgust at hate culture, capital worship and the thoughtless barbarism
behind continued animal enslavement and massacre.
Sonically inspired by cult bands such as Celtic Frost, Wolfpack, Destroyer 666, Ramlord, Discharge, Consume, Repulsion, Bathory, Master, Samael, Swordwielder, Katatonia, SWANS.
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This EP is pretty much as good as hardcore gets imo. Great variation in tempos, smart songwriting, good lyrics and a perfect production to boot.
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This is a very cool little demo; full of powerful shouts, catchy riffs and a very angry chainsaw tone \m/ It's good for ya.
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I've been listening to this for years now and it kicks so much arse. Heavy as fuck death metal/hardcore punk hybrid with top shelf rasps, non stop riffs and sick drumming. Get it up ya.
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