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![](/img/blank.gif) Дебютная пластинка от самой молодой команды из австрийской дэтовой троицы вышла с отставанием от графика своих земляков-конкурентов. В то время Pungent Stench и Disharmonic Orchestra уже сосредоточили внимание на себе, выпустив по два альбома и оставив DM роль догоняющих. И это справедливо! Нет ничего особенного ни в мощном звуке, ни в редких соло, ни в притрэшованном дэт-метале, который так же исповедовали многие континентальные команды. И даже в техничности музыкантов, строго сокрушающих мой слух разухабистой игрой бас-гитары и плотными многослойными ударными с претензией на техно-дэт. Музыканты уверенно внедряют сложность в свой по-юношески брутальный жанр, но совершенно не хотят использовать этот задел, чтобы штурмовать нехоженые до них пределы. А я хочу другого – хочу замороченных композиционных решений, простора эксперименту и чего-то более значительного, чем робкие фоновые симфо-пассажи, которые при столь грузном гитарном звуке совершенно не к месту! Но клагенфуртцы не подкормят меня даже чем-то хитовым, напирая на свой, одновременно техничный и туповатый, стиль. Даже сказать про них «плохо!» не удастся – тут и неплохо, и разнообразно, и утомительно вместе. Один из проверенных тыловиков дэт-металического фронта, до памятника неизвестному солдату явно еще не дослужился: будут у них пластинки и получше, будут и похуже. Может быть, я даже сюда вернусь… |
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oozing chyme, disgorged and puked
delicious slime is garnished with clots
Pendulous abdomen
filled with faecal mess
unexcretedurine
urethra is now slashed
Opressive teesmus
distorted stomach bursts into muddy shreds
lavatory explodes
my body is embalmed in this sauce
Anal defecation of juces fumes and lumps
ultimated eruptions epigastric region explodes
your muddy torso remains in sewage
growned in this sauce as your torso is dissolved
Limb from limbs
as disgorgement begins
pus discharges from your mouth
and finally you stop to shout !!
2. Extra Uterine Pregnancy Part II
Open stomach, torn and bloody
repulsive smell, your innards are rotting
the dissection case with forks and spoons
is provided for your mangled womb
inside succus, guts and bile
the molten baby being kept alive
i cut its shrunken head in two
and drink from a cup its rancid juice
I would like to rip it out
and raped with my tools
i smash a hammer to is head
and beat it until it´s dead
I astraddle mothers legs
her cunt is corroded and red
I slade my hand inside her vagina
and eat the embryo without nausea
baptizide your dead baby
in its erupted chyme
realize it can´t be reanimated
and its dead was slow and fine
3. Dinner Is Served
It´s quite a long time ago
there lived a man who ran a restaurant
he serve people as meat
for his customers to eat
They ate dead bodies
with hunger and appetite
to keep the growing demand
he kill people day and night
Men were served as collared beef
and women in the various types of meat
he used their guts for ages
as forcemeat for his sausages
The people are getting weaker
because of lunch they ate
some died on ptomaine poisoning
from the dinner he made
He put them into the meatgrinding machine
incarnation now begins
he stripped the felsh from their bones
and prepared them at home
Because of the stench of roasting flesh
in his human butchery
he was sentenced to death
and he will be served as meat
His pulverised torso is garnished
with fruits and vegetables for dish
his hot grilled body is going to be hacked
in numerous pieces with a rusty axe
Put his shreds into plastic bags
sell him as meat
for the hungry people to eat
3. Trash, Chunk and Garbage
The years of decay are now already past
my pulverised torso is even marked with disgust
maggots infest my coffin
and decomposition sets in
Laying and rotting in my own secretions
this may be the firts sign of putrefaction
as i awake in my grave
and whip the maggots from my face
5. Masked Killer
Welcome to death house
no one gets out of it alive
my family has four members
we´re all hungry for flesh
The dinning room
is painted with blood
the chandelier
is hanged with guts
My face is so ugly
that´s why i need your skin
your mutilated bones
will be wore as pins
we gnaw the flesh from your bones
it´s a fine meal fot us alone
chillingis made from human guts
we devour it chunk for chunk
6. Flesh... Is What I Need
Once there were only remains
a corpse without a form
no skin and hair just naked flesh
too weak to gasp for air
i cant even move myself
my legs are still too weak
to get back my human figure
i make a fiendish pact
You kill for me and i won´t eat you
so do your job do it now and do it good
I send out instructions to kill and
bring me the bodies - brutally slaughtered
to quench my thirst i drink their blood from
the thorax with a cup - fleshly consumed
heads are hammered fingers sliced off flesh
is stripped from the bones - brutally slaughtered
open stomach tons of guts celebration
with fresh blood - aaarrrggghhh !!
A pick axe flies through the air
penetrating the man´s chest
blood pups from the fatal womb
and the gore continues to spurt
7. Satisfaction In The Morgue
The lovely smell of rot and decay
cold and dead bodies are moulding away
the naked cadavers don´t drive me to disgust
in the morgue i like to satisfy my lust
I can´t resist temptation
icecold bodies morbid satisfaction
I´m so exited because i never did it before
I enjoy this beautiful smell and cry for more
Secretion of smelling excreta
feast on excreted matter
disgusting delicious sauce
nauseating, disgorged and decomposed
8. Into The Dungeon
Dungeon- the place i fear most
spanish boots - my legs are decomposed
Bleeding bodies lying on the floor
everyone wants to see more gore
put the hands in a rope
laced up till they get broke
We are sadistic and gruesome
so we put your body into boiling oil
there is no way out
you are in satans toils
Now we´ll see how long you are able to
stay outside and lie froozen on the ground
we embalm your naked body into liquid
and wait till you´re rotting
you have no choice of life or death
we torture you till your last breath
we fasten you to a door and flay you
till you lie skinless on the floor
Into the dungeon - blood shed is done
the lives of tortured souls
are forever gone
9. Desecrating The Grave
I feel the growing need to enter the cemetery
my body starts to rise as i reek the smell of death
carnal devise must be satisfied
deep down six feet the place i like to sleep
I open the tomb under whitch my lunch lies
pray to the moon with hunger in my eyes
Unholy corpses upon the land
dead, stiff and cold raped by my hand
Chop the stomach tear out the guts piece by piece
with my knife the corpses i slice it´s a bloody fead for me
rape the bodies burn them in the night rancid smell will rise
ash to ash dust to dust satisfying my morbid lust
Tear the flesh and open the gash
blood flows free a delicious drink for me
Open the graves are scattered so i know my work is donde
splattered bodies hacked and red spread upon the land
now i´m full my thirst is quenched cause i´ve drunken from your head
the sun will rise i´ve to go i´ll leave you slice and cold
10. Drowned In Blood
Chests are swimming in a trough
sadistic urges i can´t get enough
fingers hanging on a cord
some are bledding some are decomposed
Naked flesh in a cage
blood drops down on my skin
bestial stench in my home
flies and vermini´m not alone
Now it´s time for dinner
delicius and fine i´m the winner
all the bodies i devour
hacked and red they are my cure
Drowned in blood
Drowned in blood
I´m still sick and kill again
my urge is bringing pain
i´m forced to watch them die
with bestial lust i hear them cry