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Bury Me Beneath This Rotting Earth

by Body Void

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Wow I am stunned.. what on bloody rotten earth is this for an record ? From the first twisted Sound till now it hooks me. Pure Evil Mastery. Imagine: Funeralium from France team up with Coffins from Japan and they Meet the mighty Vallenfyre with a touch of Boris (Japan as well)... this is the result. Kind of unique to put this all together in that Form. Salute to you with crusty mud and dirt covered Devil horns and thank you for this Grim and absolute unhappy Album. Puts many smiles on my Face.
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bundles of joy I HIT THE DOUGIE TO THIS ENTIRE ALBUM IT WAS GREAT Favorite track: Laying Down In A Forest Fire.
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PannionSeer Each track summons boiling tsunamis of caustic and gut-churning distortion against which the band struggles, resists, and ultimately concedes. It's a style characterized by agonizing attrition; it's the gnashing of teeth, the bleeding fingers torn away from the last shred of hope, the adrenaline rush before the step off the edge, and the catharsis that comes with the acceptance of utter defeat.
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Wound 12:47
The land is wounded Drenched in blood The skin that holds our ache Stretched beneath a septic sun We live here By a hole The earth has opened wide To scream its curse The wound has spread It grows like vines It grows from the pit of my heart And circles my spine When I die My body will return To the dust and the earth From which I was born The world is waiting for a sign of life The spirit’s been abandoned The cancer of greed, of waste with hungry mouths to feed We can not wait for long Capital’s worship of idols with no past Consume the world with force The cannibal flays the skin of family Sells it back for more The land is wounded Bones exposed I’m strung up on a line Insides hanging out I’m cut piece by piece They take whatever they need I’m gone I fade away This planet Is not yours Your hunger Starves us all Your wealth Won’t save you This planet Is not yours You coward Your system Is over The sky is swallowed Darkness falls The wound spreads A bottomless pit A grave We all fall in Where will we go The stars are gone We drift away Nothing, nothing A universe damned Rejection of life Rejection of self Never, never
Watch It burn Celestial light World consumed Your back is turned You wait and see You will forget The price of Your actions Compromise Humanity You do not see Beyond the lies You assure yourself Of your goodness Your fear is loss Of power Of comfort Your bed of corpses Your inaction is complicity Your compromises are hollow monuments to your cowardice Your position turns your words to ash You mistake discomfort for hardship The gate is down The fire has spread It’s at your door But you’re asleep As the world burns You bargain and squeal Not for the loss of life But for yourself The trees come down But they’re not yours Until the flames Lick at your skin The problem’s not yours You’re here to win Burn The house The lord is out He pretends To care for us His goal is wealth He steals for himself He’s for sale His price is power We’re not here to bargain All we have is hope The stakes are high The time is now We’ve lit the flame You’re bed is alight My bet is you’ll turn To ash before you fight With you out the way We’ll regrow from ashes
Fawn 12:39
Walk On your Broken feet Carry the fawn It has two heads Its lifeless form Looking back at you With glassy eyes Melding With your frame Nature and beauty Are torn Delicate form Vulnerable soul A monster becomes you One of old Transformed By a lifeless will It cannot be seen It cannot be touched You are the fawn It grows inside you It will outlive you You will not be reborn At the top of the hill You watch the world below Writhing with life You have two heads You feel one pushing out Trying to see Seeds Are planted In your mouth When they bloom They burst from you Face Yourself You’re new Self Victim Of nature’s Apathy of reason You have two heads One faces within It lives in darkness The world is internal A phantom head The corpse of a fawn You try to ignore it It will replace you
Pale Man 13:16
Pale man he comes Across the ocean He brings disease White supremacy Mindless with greed He knows that he wants What that is He cannot say He carries hell Inside him A void of a human Pale man he comes He’s headed this way He’ll enter your house And claim it’s his own He wants you to know You are beneath him Four hundred years He asks to be carried Takes your food Takes your land Takes your soul Blames you Denies his faith He’s greater than god He profits from death A merchant of hell The pale man will come He asks for spare change Hide the world’s wealth away To keep him warm on a summer day The pale man will scream In phantom pain He kills to feel the power of his place Shits in fear if you look him in the face The pale man will run If you come too near His strength is aesthetic That he stole to hang around his empty soul Kill the pale man His wicked forgery Of history and culture Must be destroyed He cannot be left to grow He must be cast out Tie him up Hang him low Wash him out Uproot his design


released April 23, 2021

Recorded at Blackheart Sound in Manchester, NH by Eric Sauter in June 2020
Mixed and Mastered at Earhammer Studios in Oakland, CA by Greg Wilkinson
Artwork by Ibay Arifin Suradi

Willow Ryan: Guitar/Bass/Vocals
Edward Holgerson: Drums

Noise/Electronics by Entresol

Cassette release by Tridroid Records


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