Inspired by Fear and Hunger and Masanori Takumi's Claymore.
Max pls I beg you play Funger bro
lyrics
on our lone journey we saw what none should ever know
when fear takes hold, to what end do we keep going
what compels us to press on, after each limb we lost
the horrors we fought and the decay of our thoughts?
but for me it was too late either way
to turn back after the years in a cage
with their help I'll take the agony ahead
and the dread that lies in wait behind that gate
as we take step into these depths I feel something's amiss
gloom fills me and I cannot escape its grip
the gods of yonder have long left behind these cursed grounds
only traces of their wonders/horrors can be found
their pillars, once pristine, now brittle and with fissures riddled
split and filled by moss and stained they reek of rot and piss
bated breath from my companions staring into the abyss
their lovely hands reach to comfort me as my body starts to twist
what trickery led me to reach for
the wish long exorcised
was it the warmth of another
or some greater design
who cares
it hurts
please
it hurts so much
reduced to a weeping mess, a pitiful existence
ache deep and festering, I spit a bloody mist
my eyes and gut leak pus, as violence I dispense
no hope, no rest, my soul defleshed, my suffering immense
the gash widens unrelenting from between my legs
even more grueling than the countless times I was forced into sex
by those guards whose dicks would force girls twice my size apart
I split from my anus through my navel to my heart
why do you have to look at me like that
it is as though I am the source of your dread
my core and will are twitching from the cold
with your rejection colder still
I stare at thee doll and the blade at my transfigured feet
I smile at my friends and their faces start to violently bleed
my innards folded and great tension has my veins pulled
why has no one told me that ascension is so painful
at the the zenith of my being, a strange peace
and absolute contempt for all I see are merging within me
a god fetile, defined by hellish hostile plasma
heartrot spawning bile and I breathe and belch miasma
supported by 5 fans who also own “Athetosic Apotheosis”
Intense and unrelenting black / death metal bringing a merciless edge to their lacerating onslaught. Brutal / slam facets are executed with bloody effectiveness, and contrast in an interesting way with the black metal palette.
The dual vocal styles, alternating between shrieks and deep growls, certainly set this apart from others in similar genres. They also add a fair bit of dynamics to the album, breaking up some of the overwhelmingly driven aggression that constant beatdowns the listener. Lorenzo
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Wow, just wow.👌
So glad this popped up in a shuffle of my library, it's been too long since I listened to it last.
I had given up on more Necrophagist magic, but there was no need to fret. The tech force is strong with this one 😀 pikeman_1798
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More people need to know about this amazing band. Blazing fast death metal (with a bit of dissonance) and blistering guitar solos. I pre-ordered this one so fast, judging by their past albums. D.F.
The new LP from Québec group Krig is a mind-melter—punishing experimental death metal with wild grooves and jaw-dropping riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2022
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Sounds like the thorny anus of reality shitting shards of distorted Transcendence into your pitiful ear hole. And that bass, holy shit. I don't know what an Effluent Regirth is, but I'm sure I don't want any. Ghuughra