Satanic Corpse

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The unholy conjuration of fiendish spirits accompanied by extensive alcohol abuse occurred at the infamous Davos Studio, Vyškov. Chanting of the restless souls was distorted, engineered, mixed and mastered by notorious Jindřich “Otyn” Tománek.

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released August 18, 2016

Michal Štěpánek † vocals
Tomáš Halama † guitars
Marek Štembera † guitars
Miroslav Ubias † bass
Zdeněk Štefánek † drums

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Track Name: The Art of Dying
Cover yourself in sorrow
Caressed by the words of grief
Rejoice in perpetual misery
The one that hurts and feeds

Malicious empathy strikes
Cultists gather
Breathing with the sickened
Dead and dying

The art of dying
Mastering - the art of dying
Sharing with the world - the art of dying

Donate and honour
Their blessed deceased souls
Out of your consciousness
Flesh and blood will follow

Malicious empathy strikes
Cultists gather
Breathing with the sickened
Dead and dying

The art of dying
Mastering - the art of dying
Sharing with the world - the art of dying
Track Name: The Disclosure (In the Circle of Thy Bowels)
Treacherous signs of the zodiac
Calculating in vain
For advanced methods this study calls
I´ll chase the future
Within your intestinal halls

Visions of things to come
Ideas new and fresh
A working man´s cheap hobby
Astrology of living flesh

Profundity of guts
The very lair of truth
The black art of horrorscope
A routine of bloodshed and gore

Voices have spoken clearly
Now one should pack up his tools of trade
Clean up the smear with paper towels
An intimate disclosure
In the circle of thy bowels
Track Name: Hostile Earth
Blackened hands
Choking me with a burning grip
While charcoaled corpses of the conquered pile around
No perspective ahead
Still the pain rapidly intensifies
Growing burden like a tumor
Sucking out remnants of my life

Parasitic breed once thrown among us
To feast and prey on the weak
Now feeding on me
Dreaming in red I shall cast myself ablaze
And left this mess behind
Within the cycle of desperation

I´ll drift away
Perish in flames
Thrown away from this hostile earth
Burning I bleed
Thus I feel no pain
Leaving this hostile earth

Away from this hostile earth

Parasitic breed once thrown among us
To feast and prey on the weak
Now feeding on me

Blackened hands
Choking me with a burning grip
While charcoaled corpses of the conquered pile around

Dreaming in red I shall cast myself ablaze
And left this mess behind
Within the cycle of desperation

I´ll drift away
Perish in flames
Thrown away from this hostile earth
Burning I bleed
Thus I feel no pain
Leaving this hostile earth

Away from this hostile earth
Track Name: Epoch of Self-Denial
Symbolic ritualisation
Of an artificial life
Where the void echoes the storm
In singular patterns of time
No life shall rise

Where life suffers from absence of light
The blinded ones shall lead the blind
Repressive instruments free of content and form
Shall oppress and then devour our soul

World that breeds no life
Callous and sterile
Heritage of the cowards, graveyard of the bald
Knowledge reproduced in whisper
While screaming of the void resounds
Shameful departure of a once graceful kind

Where life suffers from absence of light
The blinded ones shall lead the blind
Repressive instruments free of content and form
Shall oppress and then devour our soul

By the gallows we stand
With rope swinging around our neck
That our eyes refuse to see
Tightening the noose with idiotic smile
Living a dismal dream
Epoch of self-denial
Track Name: Where No Gods Dare
Followers of the serpent speech
Once carved in stone, the ark of the covenant
Ascending legions of holy crusaders
The one and only righteous pigs demanding the throne

By the dawn they shall see the opposition
Burning power that will ever be
Religious freaks disarmed and left alone
At the gates of dismemberment

Masters of moral, guardians of the dead
Writhe with pain as their world crumbles down
Cast into black turbulent chaos
The throne ablaze lost forever

By the dawn they shall see the opposition
Burning power that will ever be
Religious freaks disarmed and left alone
At the gates of dismemberment

Where the sun sets with a blood red trace in the sky
How can you think of your comfort zone
Fragile shelters of cowards cremated shall explode
Where no gods dare
Track Name: Ruthless Cleansing
With all the sores and wounds
Who can judge and think clearly
Through ashen eyes that see nothing
But fear and desperation
Touched by caustic hands that harm
Pushed back and enslaved once again

Time has come for ruthless cleansing
Make up your mind and slaughter the swine
All hail to ruthless cleansing

Into their putrid wormholes
We´ll sow their own poisonous seed
From within their societies
Process of decay shall seethe

Time has come for ruthless cleansing
Make up your mind and slaughter the swine
All hail to ruthless cleansing

Sentenced to live among the trash
To inhale the winds of plague
By rejection of this cursed destiny
We shall regain the power to be again
Track Name: Withstanding the Funeral
See them despise all their vacant graves
A crusade of the sickest
To preserve the weakest
Already dead in so many ways
A spit in the face of the human race
Embalmed yet they should burn
Now it´s our turn
To end the survival too frail

Life´s no longer a virtue
Give it your farewell blessing
Stop feeding the rot inside you
A denial so sickening
Forever devoid of purpose
How come you´re not giving in
A futile heartbeat – the first deadly sin

Abandon all hope
Soil becomes all the weak
It´s time to seal your fate
When in a casket, one feels stronger
You´ll carry no longer
A burden of the heaviest weight

See them despise all their vacant graves
A crusade of the sickest
To preserve the weakest
Already dead in so many ways
A spit in the face of the human race
Embalmed yet they should burn
Now it´s their turn
To vanish without a trace
Track Name: At One with the Dead
Nightmare gardens
Filled with dread
Places of the unrest
The one I was dragged into
Paint my shallow vision
In the deepest black
Mark my path with tombstones
Towards the mournful end

Here I dwell at one with the dead

Banished from the grave
Up on my feet but not to live again
Stone cold
Hollow empty soul
With dead I walk
With dead I breathe
With dead I serve my time
At one with the dead

Honest life that I had led
My former source of joy
Turned sour in my experience
Of an afterlife horror
Corpses hanging from the trees
Laughing at my grief
Denied from eternal rest
I´m gasping in disbelief

Here I dwell at one with the dead

Banished from the grave
Up on my feet but not to live again
Stone cold
Hollow empty soul
With dead I walk
With dead I breathe
With dead I serve my time
At one with the dead
Track Name: In Torment We Shall Strive
Rise of denial, apathy strikes
Even those once loyal to call
Cries of the fallen keeping us down
Lower than ever before
Bury your dead and save your prayers
They shall go unheard
Blood showers down with fury
Eternal darkness consuming us all

Constant silence of our mythic gods
As their effigies turn into ash
Monuments of faith condemned to fall in shame
No land shall remain the same

Bringers of plague, like worms they shall spread
Through pores of a rigid land
Ubiquitous infection shall devour
Every flesh and soul
Shelters once solid and safe, fortresses of hope
Lie demolished in ruins
Millions of decrepit torsos collapsing
About to hit the soil

Constant silence of our mythic gods
As their effigies turn into ash
Monuments of faith condemned to fall in shame
No land shall remain the same

In darkness we live
Embracing dark days to come
In torment we shall strive