The last song of our recently released album. "The Realm Behind The Shadows." Inspired by H. P Lovecraft.
Bass, Guitars, Keyboards and Vocals by Aaron Hyam.
Drums By Jared Carson.
Cthulhu pics and sound effects used under fair use.(Blah blah blah)
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Lyrics.

Distorted the face, a tentacle mass.
The features oblique, the mind can not grasp.
It sees in dark as you do in light,
skin like leather bared teeth lips tight,
The immense hulking form inspires fear upon sight.
Asymmetrical is its body, it's limbs all awry.
It revels in life beneath broken skies.
Juxtaposed it stands with hoard against all things that you adore, not made of flesh nor blood nor bone you can never know it's true form.
Imperceivable is it's fate it lives outside time,
never to birth nor to death not meant to escape the realm of it's kind.
Ravenous is it's hunger, to make the living into dead.
Bereft of emotion it can not love nor pretend.
Distorted the face, a tentacle mass.
The features oblique, the mind can not grasp.
It sees in dark as you do in light,
skin like leather bared teeth lips tight,
The immense hulking form inspires fear upon sight.

The Stygian pit spews forth, pouring from the gaping maw.
Humanities fate sealed in shade, blood and souls feeding the creatures of yore.
Behold the inconceivable beauty of night.
They cloak of dark smothering all, devouring hope, consuming the light.
The ultimate terror, sadistic trade, sucking out the breath of the afraid.
Sanity broken, madness a plague, terror a gift, love enslaved.
A new world of dark, filled with malice and hate.

Oh nameless and accursed and not dear to thee.
What can you hope to achieve against such an entity?
The language it speaks is crushing to hear, the sound of devastation ringing loud in your ears.
It doesn't have children for it breeds not, instead summoning them forth from filth and rot.
Massive they grow with unimaginable speed,
the only thing to learn from it is complete uncertainty.
No where to run and no where to hide, you can not escape this brutal tide.
The end is assured you may as well be on your knees,
it matters not your life when your consumed by one of these.
Distorted the face, a tentacle mass.
The features oblique, the mind can not grasp.
It sees in dark as you do in light,
skin like leather bared teeth lips tight,
The immense hulking form inspires fear upon sight.

Off our latest album. "The Realm Behind The Shadows".
Inspired by H. P. Lovecraft.
Bass, Guitars, Keyboards and Vocals by Aaron Hyam.
Drums By Jared Carson.
Cthulhu pics and sounds used under fair use.(Blah blah blah)
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https://soundcloud.com/user-352621313

Lyrics.

It all started when we found the book. Bound in flesh, inked in blood, in a language that no one understood.
Compelled by ignorance, driven to understand.
With no clue the ancient were real, we would force their hand.
Recitation of passages summon the darkness to cover the land.
Ravenous they come, to feed without end, the sacrifice of life bringing immense pleasure to them.
Broken as the night shattered by the dawn, they drag themselves from the pit cursed and forlorn.
Blinded by hate the dark Gods pour malice forth.
Their creations as steel, cold and hard, used as tools for their lord.
In an act of hubris we crack the sky.
Claiming and accident, claiming they don't know why.

They beg and they cry, screaming they don't want to die. As sanity cracks under blackened skies.
In utter dismay, They wait for the light of day, unable to understand they can't get away.
They claim that they dream, the truth kept unseen. Denial of facts enslaving their means, corrupting their thoughts, destroying their dreams.
They beg and they cry, screaming they don't want to die as sanity cracks under blackened skies.
Confusion and loss replace the lives that they want.

The book calls forth life, blessed beneath darkened skies, flesh giving power and strength with facile delight.
To turn back the cover and pull back a page.
Witness the horror first, existential is it's gaze.
read aloud the passages, corrupt in despair, speak the words of filth, the Stygian wrath coming near.
Beyond comprehension it's words are unclear.
Face the truth now, in utter despair.
Broken as the night being shattered by the dawn, they drag themselves from the pit cursed and forlorn.
Ravenous they come, to feed without end, you sacrifice your life to them without a second thought, in the end.
In an act of hubris we crack the sky.
Beyond comprehension blue turns to black as you die.
In complete horror they live without end.
Break the laws of nature. The book a curse on you from them.

They beg and they cry, screaming they don't want to die. As sanity cracks under the blackened skies.
In utter dismay, they wait for the light of day, they don't understand they can't get away.
They claim that they dream, the truth kept unseen. Denial of facts enslaving their means, corrupting their thoughts, destroying their dreams.
They beg and they cry, screaming they don't want to die as sanity cracks under the blackened sky.
Confusion and loss replace the lives that they want.
Broken beliefs turn them into sheep.
Crack the sky.
Beyond comprehension their fate. They are reaped.
Crack the sky.

In support of the people of Hong Kong.
Also inspired by early Punk...Loud, messy and political.....just like punk should be.
Bass, Guitars and Vocals by Aaron Hyam.
Drums by Jared Carson.
Video put together by Aaron Hyam.

An old classic of ours. Updated version available on our debut album "Under Produced And Over Excited.

Last night when I fell asleep I had a dream
that God was a man and Jesus was a queen.
Mary owned a bar on route 66
The disciples were a gang of ruthless arsonists.
If you ding dang the dong the gong will bong
It pings their pong it won't take long.
Their not so strong you'll turn them on
and soon you'll know where they come from.

Sleep is the place that I like where you'll be
I can see you every time I'm in bed counting sheep

Down in the woods in the paddock in the park
in the pond there's a shark who's handsome and smart.
He comes out in the dark , a real live spark.
If you don't think quick he'll eat out your heart.
If you thmur blough the tard will re-wack your sack
you won't come back to paint your undies black
The sushi shop will cook your cat
you'll get sexually abused and that's very bad.

Sleep is the place that I like where you'll be
I can see you every time I'm in bed counting sheep

Why can't you take you know it's not true
and even if it was it wouldn't effect you.

Sleep is the place that I like where you'll be
I can see you every time I'm in bed counting sheep

Why can't you take you know it's not true
and even if it was it wouldn't effect you.

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Here it is, the lyric vid to our long time classic "Sweet Zombie Jesus"!
So scream till you like it!

Also keep an eye out for Mohammad's penis(We know you love it) ........pro tip...........
"See How I rend me"!?
Enjoy and play nice children. :)

A condemned king wears a sadists crown
The weight of his own death is pulling him down
Destined to take all our reckless hate, just to pleases us.
Malcontent screams of joy
you love the messiah being used like a toy
aspire for heaven when you are really the "evil"
How did it feel when you had the need, to nail him up and watch him bleed?
To tease him on his dying breath you heathen.
You just wait till your life dissipates
you killed your God and now he awaits.
Do you think he will be pleased to see you?

Blackness and rot
life is taken, life is lost.
He paid the ultimate cost,
Consuming your soul for wearing that cross.
Sweet Zombie Jesus.

Drink of his blood when you go to church,
consume his body as food of the Earth,
confess you sins like they hurt.
Mortal undead.
Preach of peace and morality,
at one glance look down on me.
Driving forth your monogamy,
plaguing your savior.
Do onto others as you would yourself,
that's why you try to drive someone else.
Blessed are those who don't go to hell.
Let me rot there.
Now your alive praise your lord,
disrespect others with different accord.
Genuflect, worship the cross.
For when you die you'r soul will be lost.

Blackness and rot
life is taken, life is lost.
He paid the ultimate cost,
Consuming your soul for wearing that cross.
Sweet Zombie Jesus.

A condemned king wears a sadists crown
The weight of his own death is pulling him down
Destined to take all our reckless hate, just to pleases us.
Malcontent screams of joy
you love the messiah being used like a toy
aspire for heaven when you are really the "evil"
How did it feel when you had the need, to nail him up and watch him bleed?
To tease him on his dying breath you heathen.
You just wait till your life dissipates
you killed your God and now he awaits.
Do you think he will be pleased to see you?

Blackness and rot
life is taken, life is lost.
He paid the ultimate cost,
Consuming your soul for wearing that cross.
Sweet Zombie Jesus.

The most recent of out "political"songs.
Bass, Guitars and Vocals by Aaron Hyam.
Drums by Jared Carson.
Speech by Greta Thunberg.

The generations past don't care if their children come last.
they only care for capital and big cars.
They pay us shit not caring one bit
knowing they can deny all of it.
As industry belched out smog the furnaces fed with the dreams of poor sods. Chocking on soot they praise corruption....
Over good.

They bicker and fight denying each other is right
unable to see the end is in sight
The longer they take the more death is at stake
Unable to grasp extinction's their fate.
Taught to consume with a golden spoon
Preposterous claims there's infinite room.
The longer they wait the more death at stake.
Unable to grasp extinction's their fate.

The old don't care for the future down here,
They know regardless their deaths are near.
Waiting their turn to count the blood money earn't
They lit the fires that made the forests burn.
All fir convenience they put the protectors to the sword.
Now in ignorance they turn their backs on what should not be ignored.

It falls to the next generation to fix it but when they stand up they are cut down as broken sticks.

(Greta Thunberg's speech)

We're all dead!!!

The generations past don't care that their children come last.
They pay us shit, not caring one bit, knowing they can deny all of it.
The old don't care for the future down here.
They know too well that regardless their death are near.

Extinction is fate...