Initiations have begun
Tonight you are the chosen one
Come before us , The sacrificial sow
Your flesh belongs to us now
Chased down in the street
Tied up and gagged
Dragged away in the night
Never to be seen again alive
When day light returns
They find the remains
Splayed open an empty
A horrifying tapestry
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A victim of such gluttony
Flesh torn from the bone and the face
What happened to them in this place
Striations and tearings and teeth marks are glaring.
For a great feast the cult is preparing
Flesh
Torn
From
The bone
A horrifying tapestry
A victim of such gluttony
You
Are
the chosen one
Slaugh-
-Tered
The feasts begun
Car
Cass
Unnamed & unknown
Flesh
Torn
From the bone
The service has concluded
Everyone just returns to their lives
Burying deep, the remain
Until the cult feasts again
Chased down in the street
Tied up and gagged
Dragged away in the night
never to be seen alive again
When day light returns
They find the remains
Splayed open an empty
A horrifying tapestry
-
A victim of such gluttony
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released June 11, 2022
Tim - Vocals/Bass
Crispin - Drums
Angus - Guitar
Jeremy - Guitar
supported by 12 fans who also own “CORPSE-EATING CULT”
I'm kicking my own ass for somehow missing this when it released. Expertly arranged death metal with kick drums that could demolish a high-rise. zirtonic
supported by 11 fans who also own “CORPSE-EATING CULT”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
supported by 10 fans who also own “CORPSE-EATING CULT”
Murky, bottom-heavy doomy metal that sucks you in and swallows you up. I love how the album moves from swamp as metaphor for the self-delusions that hold us back to bogs and the ancient remains they conceal within as pathways to deeper, terrifying spiritual awakenings that reveal the primeval horrors that lurk just at the edges of our consciousness. Dave Aftandilian