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Something stirs from an aeon ago in the centre of a circle of cyclopean stones Incantations from a mucus bound tome as the cult makes preparations for their lord's welcome home chanting dark and cacophonous rhymes while the thunder and lightning rends a hole in the sky rising tendrils of ash now encircle the sun turning black from the blast of the Greatfather's drum For there can be only one.. There's a pulsating heart in the midst of the void Twisted maladous melodies which create and destroy through a ritual of blood in a valley of doom he assumes human form on an altar of shrooms Expulsion of the outcast mind Cursed to wander in the gardens of slish for all time For this book is the key, and the psyche; a door to a cosmic cornucopia of esoteric lore Cursed words, scribed in slime Spoken in reverse when the stars are aligned Only under the black sun, may these mortals partake in his conjuration Trapped in a spell of the Gastronomicon.. And beneath the shattered sky the earth will grieve except for man, who shall be granted no reprieve On this land which once gave life, now lies clear In the poisoned depths the wreckage of ten thousand years Blasphemers of true nature Hiding from the inner self virtues that don't exist deny genetic heritage the circle is complete We must return to the earth Usurpers of your masters You have become mere facades Nought but pale reflections A species in dejection The circle is complete He is risen, all must suffer It has begun, the beginning of the end of all things to come
Lettuce Prey 07:23
Agrarian world bathed in blood from ages past Fixated and strangulated this twisted seed, a bastard breed Sewn for surplus Sustaining domination through extraction a policy of scorched earth, imitating wilderness In disgust we have judged the propagator of this disease Life undone, a broken trust, they've made a desert and called it peace Strangling hold, so called fields of gold as far as the eyes can see What you call life, I call blight, and it must end For earth to breathe Poisonous streams bathed in tears, cascade into an airless void Faded and irradiated feed death machines, such boundless greed Desalinated, a fool's gambit Their last defense is now removed The slow march of death begins This silence heralds the coming of their doom Trapped in a spiral of supply and demand Feeding new mouths to in time work this land at the crack of the whip they will dance to the tune of the lies made by the madmen who extract and consume Whose tombs are lined with their gold yet are buried in the sludge of a hewn and exploited world. Dark below where no light lies, shifting under iron hides final bastion of the deep, taken to extremes Without the sun, they can endure, devourers of flame and stone Mankind is weak; susceptible
Starship Earth: five billion years Life support malfunction Wreckage adrift in outer space Population: zero Desecrate, contaminate, erase This twisted race Torture earth, kill the seas and poison space compelled by wretched faith remains, we pray for him to rise again and cleanse this land Humanity will pay for its sins.. Life remains, despite mankind In the seeping hollows Slithering through endless depths Dreaming dark designs. Swimming through the void, the netherslug observes and bides his time... Gazing over the pages of forbidden lore Speaking in ancient tongues Opening portals to realms beyond the conscious mind Unlocked through maddening songs Hail the great immutable devourer of all things weaving time in trails of slime, in the abyss he sings.
"Civilisation", like locusts clad in suits they come with their manifests in hand, engineered to corrupt Machinations made to denude our mother's blood grow their spawn upon the graves where once our fallen brother's stood Idiotic selfish ambition of humanity Narcissistic notions of transcending mortality Far from K-selected, slaves to their defective prosencephalon subject to morbid obsession with armageddon Technopathic necromancers do their worst Nirate fixated posthuman filth of an abhorrent birth Sowing terror, they only see death in the dirt Ignorant to truth that it's the lifeblood of the earth Systematic violence, conspiracy of silence, a biocide Human interaction engineers disaster for all life desperate to escape the existential pain of their intellect Ready to eject and leave this place in search of death Learn to hear but not to look, to glimpse his mind is to self destruct The fruit is ripe but it tastes of ash, there are some questions you should never ask
Invertahate 05:22
A dark, defiling spectre from the wastes Horrendous terror from the Tundras of Eurgh His fringe encrusted with adamantine plates A dripping maw of molten obsidian The Grand Vizier to the Sultan of slime Beholder of he whose face is the void His name; profane, the slug of revelation his radula swallowing galaxies whole Insane, derranged, the master of negation Drags infidels into the blackest of holes Rhaexorog the lord of all protector of what lies beyond the greatest of the chosen ones, anointed of the netherslugs For us to see his glistening skin is to know true pain within the flames ejected from his pneumastome, defender of the Mucus Throne. For mortals cannot leave behind, their coils within this place confined A paradise you'll never know, for death is all the future holds The Great Attractor of outer dark Awaits beyond the light of the brightest stars For an eternity his hunger grows From spheres of chaos in the vast unknown For war, for plague, famine and death His tendrils stretched innumerable prongs that rip and tear apart the fabric of worlds depraved, his lust for annihilation reduce star systems into ashes and dust Voracious appetite for deconstruction Fear the shaker of foundations Harbinger of shadow show me the endless void where all is sorrow when there is nought left to destroy..
Forgotten unconcious ghosts of aeons lay In chasms cold as the deepest grave A charnel cosmic wind, dispenses his judgement upon any and all who would dare to challenge fate An end as certain as the setting sun A desolation frozen in time For there is no everflowing stream Peasants rot beside their kings Lord Bothris; he who answers to no-one for in the end, his will alone shall be done His patience; as infinite as the stars The reaper of the harvest of the uncreated Pod Prince of death, I await the final test Grant me access to the fruits of Eden Bathe in the seas of Vlekt at the foot of the master Imbibe the slime, forever after The quest for knowledge, unquenchable thirst Praying for life eternal in this finite universe Raptured, are they who bask in his goo as their physical bodies are consumed Shifting through an ocean of the dead, amidst the skeletal remains carrion he devours to renew his father's form From out of chaos comes a new order decomposer of the flesh, preparing for the end Recycled in the heavens as on earth a rebirth of the material world
Pax Aranea 05:56
Mucus trail of viscous rime Into her woven halls Her children, cover the walls, Watched by ten thousand eyes. a vision of the second war Ancient Arch-Arachnid vengeance upon mankind born within silk and viscous slime she has foreseen the human's end within the web of space and time Darkened hordes coating cities feasting upon their feeble minds. Unfurling fangs that drip with toxic lust Reduce the body into dust Weaving window of reclusive dark Who stops the beating of your heart Sprinting forth upon ancient legs As though their prey has come Matriarch will hear the terms Word of a second war.. Mandibles clicking, omnivenom dripping.. Too long she's lingered within her silken bastille psychic screams of hate Echo across the universe.


Music & Lyrics by Kev Pearson and Matt Moss, additional vocals and lyrics on Pax Aranea by Laurence Beer, Artwork by Zen O'Conor. Dictated by Bill Bilharzia, the mad Scot.


released June 28, 2014

Dedicated to he who harvests the cosmos, Mollusca the Greatfather.


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