Clouds of filth throb overhead,
Weeping tears of muck.
Veins of lightning fracture the air
And thunder snarls in the black.
From horizon to the void,
Sickly fields of glut;
Simmering marshes of virulence,
Eternal pools of slush.
At a glance, they resemble not men, but beasts,
Wallowing in their own waste.
Swine of Sheol, drowning in discharge,
Dehumanized and debased.
No pity for the ravenous.
No pity for the voracious.
Eyeless bovine piled three-deep in the mud,
Each only aware of himself.
Sightless, abandoned, they suffer alone,
Forever consuming the smut.
Upon a carpet of their bloated corpses
Strides the Wolf.
The abhorrent Behemoth;
Hydra Bitch of Gluttony.
Heads are cleaved from spines
And pulpous flesh is ripped away.
Limbless torsos slosh
In mounds of suppurating meat.
Six eyes scour the rotten mess;
Claws and teeth destroy.
The beast of the third circle;
Bloodthirst incarnate.
All fear Cerberus;
Fear the Great Worm;
Triad of hounds;
The canine malevolent.
credits
from IX,
track released June 6, 2016
Music & Lyrics: Paul Blomfield
Vocals: Joshua Sagar
Music Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Paul Blomfield
Vocals Recorded by Lewis-Noke Edwards at SAE South Melbourne
I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive