The Following lyrics are in chronological order .

Demo tracks

Angelwhore – 1997

Sitting inside my head way back in 1996 was a dream to form a band with music that followed its own path, and this is the first Meads song that was born.

I had known J Fogarty from Ewigkeit from the demo’s he released in 1994, and we became good friends, enough for me to entrust my ideas into his more than capable musical hands. Via frequent trips to Brighton from my North London base, we forged the 3 Meads demo’s one by one, each drink fuelled and all individually crafted. This track will always remain the corner stone for the whole Meads journey.

I am the one who made you, I am the one who raised you.

I am the one who clothed you, I am the one who warmed you.

On Eagles wings they mount and soar, to follow the path of the angel whore,

To seduce the minds of mortal kind, to bleed their souls and make them blind.

& The Devil grasped at the gurgling rill, overhung with waters still,

‘Till a thousand years shall arise once more,

The celestial terror of the angel whore.

You are the one who cut me, you are the one who wronged me,

You are the one, who raped me,

Book of Dreams 1998

With the first demo, this was the stand out Meads’ track with that ‘out of nowhere oddity’, like swimming in the sea and suddenly finding yourself swimming in a sand pit. The Zorba the Greek movie theme music having its moments to deconstruct the ears almost instantly from their listening journey. This off track moment is an extremely important part of the band, not always woven into every track we do, but certainly present on each album. Lyrically it alludes to the fall of Satan in Hebrew lore, a figure not yet related to the western Hell of the New Testament, but set in the mythical realism of angels.

I recall the smokeless firs where the stars are born

Set within the night

I have heard the twilight whispers of the unknown God, dragon son of dawn.

I have touched the face of magic, wormwood shadows, chanted abyss.

I have seen the war in Heaven, no fucking heroes ‘till the bitter end.

Hark the gleaming red serpent in imprisoned waters

The great deceiver of men, clothed in the secrets of creation

‘tis the keeper of locusts that swarm in the bemoaning pit

Where tragedy shall unfold before the eyes of Heaven,

And the dead shall be awakened and thereafter all Hell

Shall spew forth her forsaken sons in one last celestial conflict

Where darkness shall be vanquished forever..

Spellbound 1998

Lyrically not bound to any particular theme, just a very early song loosely alluding to a Satanic presence.

You are death, wings ablaze

Gods aflame through the night,

Falling down

‘till the end of fucking time, spellbound

lost idols, lost wizards, lost giants, lost Gorgons

lost heroes, lost Titans, lost ages,

you are wrath, serpent eyes, burning skies.,

darkness calls, like wolven howls,

come to me on ravens breath, Spellbound

Lost terror, lost horror, lost evil, lost hatred,

Lost malice, lost slaughter, lost carnage

Lost poison, lost Hades, lost gryphon

Lost Milcom, lost Dagon, lost odin

Lost Ishtar, lost Rahab, lost Erebus, lost Heacte.

The Gleaming Red Serpent 1999

The track composed for the second demo, a continuation of the first in its construction, again focusing on biblical angelic lore.

Angel of light, father of lies,

Cast out of Heaven

Master of Sin, Lord of Hell

Watcher of graves

Guilty pride, dogs by your side

Death holds your soul

Fallen from grace, nowhere to hide

Diabolis

oh Babylon, you embrace the abominations of the Earth

royal dignity was yours from the earliest days

now you are drunk with the blood of many slain

you are the gleaming red serpent

day star, son of the dawn

Angel of Manes and nether realms

Lost Lucifer

Prince of the air, dread seraphim

Wings full of eyes

You hold the keys of birth and death

You raise the dead

Ape of God, wraith of war

Weeping Tears of Angel Light

A track pointing towards the fall of Lucifer in ancient lore. When the angels wept for a fallen one.

You fell from the night like an angel from the stars,

To hold me tight,

I saw your burning eyes, lips of ice, wings of fire and snow,

Together are we until I die.

You are the moon above shinning light on me

Like empty clouds we dance across the sky,

Watching dreams falling from your tears,

Together are we until I die.

Weeping tears of angel light, will you recall my name?

The blood warm mist within my veins,

The end is always the same.

I chase your dreams across the sky, how far is it till the end?

Weeping tears of angel light, take me to lost Eden.

Just another time to kill

A track pitted with Apocryphal text relating to the adversary of God.

Slow death, burn flesh

Lay waste, cut down

Bloodlust, kill now

Crack bones, strip bare

I’m just like dust upon the ground

Like a spoke upon a wheel

I’m falling up and falling down

It’s just another time to kill

Still born, cast out

Stone cold, last breath

Gouge eyes, tear down

No hope, die hard

Hark the hell of grim horror where the bowels of sin

Secrete their merciless bile

Come hither into the valley of the shadow of death

Where dark sorcery is born

Its a place of baleful gloom

Where mothers feed their children and fathers drink

From the chalice of torment

Wayward man has abandoned the light

He treads the graven path of odium where hope hides in the neglected tombs of delusion.

His days will be of toil and burden with agony mantles like a yoke around his fragile neck

And the kingdoms he builds shall perpetually fall until Satan is unbound from the bemoaning pit

And the serpent whom tempted the creation with the forbidden knowledge of god has cursed mankind.

And the curse of man is to suffer in his self proclaims filth with woe to greet each passing dawn.

And each day shall bring another grievous tumult

Another lamenting heart

Another forsaken son

Another tile to kill

The Watchers of Catal Huyuk 1999

The title of the third demo, Inspired by the shaman priest of Catal Huyuk, a settlement in southern Anatolia, that existed from approximately 7500 BC to 5700 BC.

Ride on above the storm

Ride on above the stars

Lost blood, God wings

Snake eyes, Dark spells

Ghost dance, Bewitched

Dark Earth, Black runes.

Ride on across the sky

Ride on into the night

And the watchers fell like the rain from a bleeding cloud

Fire in their eyes, blood cold as ice,

Shamans one and all, bird men of fire,

When giants walked the earth,

Lion and thunder men,

Kings of space and time.

Pale Dread Hunger

A track about Death, simple and to the point.

Pale dread hunger, Rip out my heart, watch me restless

Watch mew fall down and die, It’s over for me now

I’ve lost the will to live.

I will arise as death, as pale dread hunger.

Pale dread hunger, come take me now,

Walk with darkness, watch me restless,

Watch me, rise up and smile,

It’s only just begun my after life for all eternity.

I will arise as death, as pale dread hunger.

It was just a moment in time, just a passing thought

And who will recall that I ever lived at all?

No more will I feel the warmth of the sun,

The chill of night I have become.

To forever roam across the silent edge of darkness,

And the shadows of pale dread hunger.

Rise in Godless Hell

The first real Middle Eastern wrapped track we did, and one that would point towards the following ‘Jihad’ split.

Awake from death, dry your tears,

Worship me, awake, reborn,

And you cut yourself from another mans god

And rise in godless hell, rise in Godless Hell.

Forget the past for now is death

And the chill of never ending torment.

Leave your grave, time stands still,

Walk with me, unearth, alive,

And you cut yourself from another man’s god

And rise in godless hell, rise in godless hell.

And the spirits gather at the beclouded abyss,

Where fire drakes are consumed before great descending columns of fire,

Misshapen souls writhe in the devouring blaze

As the rampant thundering of the serpent harkens the voice of death,

Great thrashing wings shatter the silence of Erebus

And give rise to the pale stygian east

Who beckons all shadows to rise in Godless Hell, Rise Godless Hell.

And he’s coming for you now.

Bound Alive 2000

A live rehearsal track that appeared on the Godreah records ‘No Holy additives 4’ cd. A lyrical jaunt about the bandaged un-dead.

Lost in the valley of flame

Under the shadow of wings

Father of terror and pain

Assassin of silence I am

Walking the earth as a god

Wearing the face of the slain

Avenger of my blasphemy

Slayer of titans and kings

Bound alive

I am the nameless un-dead

Enchanted with magic and fire

Thirsting for blood is my curse

Alone I must wander the earth

I am the bringer of war

Reaping the souls of the slain

I am the fucking fire

Tamer of man and his beasts

The Excommunication of Christ album – 2001

[some tracks lyrics are on the demo’s list above, as many demo tracks’ appeared on this album in a re-recorded form]

Agrat Bat Malah

Taken from the ancient Hebrew name, Agrat bat Mahlat. Which means “Agrat, daughter of Mahlat.” Queen of demons.

Voices of thunder call out from the night

Unclean black shadows make ready to die.

Night monsters haunting the temptress of death,

She will enslave you and take you last breath.

Agrat Bat Malah, Agrat Bat Malah.

Babylon vampire drinking Christ’s blood,

Cursing the heavens, which burn up above.

Bride of Ha-Satan and mother of Cain

Wearing black wings of bewildering flame.

Agrat Bat Malah, Agrat Bat Malah.

Immortal Hydra enthroned in blood grim

Nemesis of terror and bringer of sin.

Under the dark moon the whores face is set,

Beast of the twilight which none can forget.

Bene ha Elohim

This title translates from Hebrews as ‘Sons of God’, and is first mentioned in the following Biblical text, “When man began to multiply on the face of the land and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of man were attractive. And they took as their wives any they chose. Then the Lord said, “My Spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh: his days shall be 120 years.” The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown”— Genesis 6:1-4

Anakim, Nephilim, Gibborim, Seraphim

Malakim, Hashmalim, Raphaim, Elohim.

Shamyasa, Jomael, Aramos, Satarel

Rehumel, Asmodai, Azazael, Bachanael.

Falling with lightning rays beamed though the blazing firmament towards the untended burial grounds of Karasag.

A track Jaldaboath constructed and of which I had no idea what to do with. The lyrics just rolled off the tongue and I can’t fathom any real meaning. A very unusual lyrical mess, as most of my lyrics have meaning and direction. I suppose the words are as bizarre as the music.

It’s over now no second chance

All is lost and damned to rot

Cursed to die, no way out

No living god is watching me.

Steal my soul, burn my mind,

I will die in blasphemy.

Gryphons call out from the mist

Serpents writhe in dark abyss.

Falling down soul released

Now I’m dead, I am deceased.

Wrapped in white, rotting meat,

Rigor mortis from head to feet.

Putrid stench, mass of flies

Swollen guts, bloated eyes.

Dust to dust, bury me deep

Where worms crawl and insects creep.

Lapping flames, funeral pyre

In-extremis feel the fire.

Burn to ash, nothing left

Gone forever, killed by death.

Time runs out, dry your tears

No turning back the wasted years.

I rest alone, endless sleep

Graven kiss, eternal peace.

Call me Satan, that’s who I am

Lord of nothing and nothings real.

God is dead and no one cares

I’m burning up, I’m burning down.

Where is Jesus, I think he’s dead

Or is he sleeping inside my head.

Believe in angels or burn in hell

Does Satan fuck?, no one can tell.

I’m smoking poison by a big oak tree

And a big black snake called down to me,

Get your axe and cut it down

And God won’t come next time around.

No more Eden, no more tree,

Worship Satan for eternity.

Calling All Monsters

The bonus track for the ‘Excommunication of Christ’ first press on Supernal Music

Rise from your darkness

Snake headed medusa

Bloodlust and undead

Wolfman and hydra

Basilisk terror

Stone hearted golem

Night walking phantom

Grave haunting greyon

Demonic titan

Manitou rising

Behemoth serpent

Minotaur labyrinth

Fire. Smoke and dragon

Burning the heavens

Flesh eating gorgon

Who are your Satans

Summon me, I arise

I create your suicide

I am dead, monster man

Ill me now, if you can

I am here, in your head

Life is shit, life is death

Fuck your soul, fuck your god

Hunt me down, like a dog

Calling all monsters

Let’s fucking break out

Main, torture

Burn slaughter

Destroy, kill

Make the oceans red with the blood of all me

Jihad: [split with Mayhem] – 2002

How many bands get to do a genuine split with Mayhem? This is probably our greatest release in terms of profile, and Jaldaboath excelled himself with the songs on this release. We recorded these in an old underground toilet / renovated into a studio in Brighton.

A concept inspired by the 9/ 11 twin towers attack, and one that is very relevant today, and by what is occurring in this world, will be relevant in 50-100 years time.

The Grisly Din of Killing Steel

I feel death is upon me

When these gods collide

This holy war of faith my key to paradise

In the flaming glint of a sword of fate

In iron birds sent by gods of hate

To kill

The flames of hate

Dance in the sky

Made red by genocide

East and west

Are chained by faith

But one in suicide

You're a multi racial satanic idol

Of empty promises and empty lies

A false redeemer leading sheep to slaughter

Under blazing moons and burning skies.

This grisly din of killing steel

But what god is to blame?

The flames of hate rise ever high

The end is always the same

The towers of Babel fell as one

Flesh and stone explode

The debris of Eden for all to gloat

God’s paradise unveiled

Thou shalt not kill or maim

Unless god doth decree

Thou shalt then do the same

And kill humanity.

Paradise

A track woven around the Jihadist conviction of life after death, to kill for a place in paradise is an absurd primitive conception and yet a very real potent allure for many today.

Clash of steel, burning down

Dripping gore, heaven bound

Fallen cross of blooded bronze

Choking smoke of cloven earth

I cried

And the lies of god will never

Chain me

Not me

Love god and the devil will follow you straight to hell

Believe or die

And the kings of the earth will mourn

Believe or die

You'll wish you'd never been born

Believe or die

Get drunk on the blood of peace

Believe or die

Our dreams will burn in paradise

What is real, upside down

Inside out and wrong way round

Truth untold and buried deep

Unmarked grave of blind deceit

I cried

And the lies of god will never

Chain me

Not me

Love god and the devil will follow you straight to hell

Believe or die

And the kings of the earth will mourn

Believe or die

You'll wish you'd never been born

Believe or die

Get drunk on the blood of peace

Believe or die

Our dreams will burn in paradise

Another God in Another Place

An early stab at Jesus, a figure who would consume me in a few years time, with the, Jesus the Jew album.

Nazorite, lost messiah

Rabbi man from Galilee

You raised the dead or so they say

Did you want be a god for a third world cause?

Don’t make any mistakes

I didn’t come here to bring peace,

I came to bring a sword,

Do you think God only belongs to you?

He doesn’t

God is an immortal spirit who belongs to everybody.

God is not an Israelite.

Crucified lost messiah

Priest king and Sicari

You opened your eyes but faith is blind

Did you want be a cure for as fucked up world?

Don’t make any mistakes

I didn’t come here to bring peace,

I came to bring a sword,

Do you think God only belongs to you?

He doesn’t

God is an immortal spirit who belongs to everybody.

God is not an Israelite.

Believe in me, you fucking scum

Kneel before my name,

I am the Son of God

Kill for me and live forever by my side.

Or burn in fucking Hell.

Wanderer, prophet man

Killed by fear in a conquered land

Crowned with thorns and nailed up high

Did you want be a star in a sky full of shit?

I am the God of blasphemy.

Exhuming the Grave of Yeshua album 2003

The first album to feature J.D Tait, and one that really honed down the Meads sound both musically and lyrically. The band was hanging by a thread, with Jaldaboath gone, and yet the soul of the music lives on.

Intro:

Somewhere in the dust of time rests the bones of the Galilean

He who was spat upon,

He whose face was marred beyond all human likeness.

Somewhere buried amongst the lies of the past

Rests the tomb of Yeshua,

Of he who was made God in a world without hope.

& When this son of Joseph is found,

What then will the Church of Rome say?

Prepare yourselves for the day is coming,

& Men will say, "Blessed are the wasted lives who perished in the flames of Holy war."

God Is Rome

One of the first tracks that J.D.Tait wrote and a new era for the Meads was born. It has a punk fuelled back bone that has remained with the band to this day.

Made a God to deceive the weak

To follow a ghost from Galilee

To kill for Christ in the name of peace

And die alone in poverty.

Raise the cross so all can see,

For you must crawl and follow me,

You kneel in shit before my throne

For I am God and God is Rome.

Blood Blasted Holy War

This is a track where Mirai [Sigh] literally transformed the guitar based demo into something different with his inspired keyboards.

White God, One God

Black God, My God

Dripping red the blood shines bright

Gleaming due of burning night

Cries of God in anger roar

Drowning men in holy war.

Rivers flow with coward’s piss

In silhouettes of scarlet mist

Ghostly voices haunt with dread

Where gore beslimes each gasping breath.

80 Grains of Sand

One of my favourite Meads tracks. We actually had a real rabbi on this from a North London Synagogue narrate the mid section. The Kaddish [the prayer traditionally recited in memory of the dead] The track is about the years of a giood life, to my thoughts 80 years.

O death in thee I have found

& Found in thee alone

The silent bane of emptiness

This sorrow ‘till now unknown.

In the name of God, Allah, Odin

And devils one and all,

I call upon their faceless forms

To resurrect my soul.

In death I face my deepest fear

Alone I waste away,

No God will come this dying day

To take me from my grave.

To disappear without a trace

Like ashes in the rain,

All I am and ever was

Is 80 grains of sand

All I am and ever was

Is 80 grains of sand

All I am and ever was

Is 80 grains of sand.

A life is but one second of forever

& Death an endless path that leads to the lamenting edge

At the well of sorrow.

Tears flow like an eternal rain that dwell in a place

where no sun can reach.

& Here 80 grains of sand rests amongst a desert.

Guts for Sale

A slow ballad style track with a very ant-war lyrical theme. Not that I think wars should not exist, but there horrors are more often than not glorified with some heroic sustenance that is as perverted as war itself.

Follow God for a place in Heaven

Spill your blood in the Holy grail,

Crying tears of rape & torture

Frost bound slain, guts for sale.

Die for God in the mill of murder

Walk with God in the afterlife,

Flesh is meat where birds devour

At the gates of paradise.

Fields of flesh from graves ripped open

Only the dead can see an end to war,

Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.

Tell me what all this was for

Tell me what all this was for

Tell me what all this was for

Die for God, Die what

Was it worth dying for?

Cry for God when your life was ending

Call for God now death is near,

Where was God when you were dying

Reek of war is master here.

Left behind are slaughtered strangers

Enemies become your friend

This is how the fear takes over

When its time to meet the end.

Fields of flesh from graves ripped open

Only the dead can see an end to war,

Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.

Tell me what all this was for

Tell me what all this was for

Tell me what all this was for

Die for God, Die what

Was it worth dying for?

Sons of Anak rise.

Anak was of the,Anakim [a race of giants].The name “Anakim” most likely means “long-necked,” i.e., “tall.” The Hebrews thought them to be descendants of the Nephilim, offspring of the “sons of God.

Slain of Hebron, Desert Titans

Sons of Anak rise.

Earth born giants, torn asunder

Sons of Anak rise.

Ishbiben, Ohya, Achor

Beelisas, Arba, Lahmi

Sons of Anak rise

Sons of Anak rise.

Og of Bahsan, Great Goliath

Sons of Anak rise

Horim, Emim, mighty Nephilim

Sons of Anak rise.

With Midian steel the giants fell

All murdered by the Hebrew priests,

& They shall not rise, nor live again

These sons of Anak deceased.

Og of Bahsan, Great Goliath

Sons of Anak rise

Horim, Emim, mighty Nephilim

A Healer Made God

Jesus comes into my lyrics again on this album, and Huw Lloyd Langtons lead guitar really sets the latter part of the track on fire.

Priest King, I don’t want to be a God

It’s my life, I don’t want to be a God

Hang me, Kill me, Fuck me, Burn me

I was a preacher of peace

& A healer of the sick

Just look at me now

I never wanted this shit,

I’m a God on a cross

My face is everywhere

They say I saved the world

But I never even cared.

Everything I ever was

& Everything I couldn’t be

Is just another hearsay?

In a distant memory.

I don’t remember being asked

To be a white mans Christ

I don’t remember being asked

To make this sacrifice.

Sluts of the Netherworld

A song about the female/ male deities of the world

Gods of death, sluts of the netherworld
 
 Hail Morrigan, hail Thanatos
 
 Hail Ahriman, hail Volos
 
 Hail Yama, hail Hades
 
 Hail Irkalla, hail Seth
 
 Gods of death, sluts of the Netherworld.
 
 Hail Nergal, hail Morta
 
 Hail Wotan, hail Kalma
 
 Hail Mors, hail Dagda
 
 Hail Asrael, hail Midir.
 
 Lapping Tongue of raping fire
 
 Consuming hatred of wrathful ire
 
 Of hellish throng and nether bane,
 
 Whom with thy murder shall remain.
 
 Enchanted slaughter hither come
 
 & Let thy infernal work be done,
 
 ‘till all in Heaven be at war
 
 Less we be slain and breath no more.

On Graven Images I Glide Beyond the Monstrous Gates of Pandemonium to Face the Baptized Warriors of Yahweh in the Skull Littered Plain of Esdraelon

This was a Hawkwind inspired track, especially the lyrics which have a ‘Sonic Attack’ style end.

In the event of Armageddon, confess

Make your way calmly to the nearest place of worship

Your God awaits you

If your loved ones are disembowelled, do not panic, God is with you

If your men succumb to biological agents, do not panic, God is with you

In these last hours there will be great suffering and much spilling of blood

Brains will boil and limbs will be scattered in ravishing delight

The unspeakable carnage and ceaseless images of decapitated children may seem senseless

But remember, God is with you

Hell is coming and yet heaven awaits the righteous

On gathering at your place of worship, pray to your sovereign lord

Salvation is at hand

If you have sinned, confess

Confess or be cast into the pit of torment until the day of judgement

But do not panic, God is with you

God is fucking with you (x14)

God is fucking you (x11)

God is fucking with you (x8)

Damascus Steel Album 2005

Creed of Abraham

The title says it all. Creed of Abraham where Christianity, Judaism, and Islam all have their roots. One root with 3 branches, each twisting though history at odds with each other.

Here lies the bane of humanity and yet no lessons are ever learned as faith is blind and God is absolute. Fuck all that bollocks..

Semite fire

Creed of Abraham

Eastern rage

Creed of Abraham

Desert storm

Creed of Abraham

Chosen race

Creed of Abraham

Death means nothing

Life means less

Arab war

Creed of Abraham

Outcast Jew

Creed of Abraham

Lost Islam

Creed of Abraham

Hebrew slaves

Creed of Abraham

Death means nothing

Life means less

Hollow Womb of Suicide

A track more poignant now than when it was written. The suicide bomber is virtually unstoppable and his weapon is not only the explosives he carries, but the idea that compels him to detonate then

The ecstasy of suicide

Making love to open wounds

How the end can smile in the mirror of destiny

Now death has come

The misery of suicide making fires of twisted flesh

Making love to open wounds

How the end can smile in the mirror of destiny

Now death has come

The Hollow womb of suicide

Lost in the gleaming hue of timeless war where the twilight slain glisten in the shimmering waves of blood.

The spirits of murder are clothed in ash awaiting the wind of evermore to disperse their hollow form.

I see the voices of peace wailing amongst an all-consuming hatred,

I hear the images of skinless shadows lamenting from the embers of reeking human remains.

Behold the withering delirium of harrowing slaughter burning in an eastern blaze.

Nightmares arise from stillborn dreams to decay in a pestilential tempest of Mesopotamian graves.

God live forever

But we do not

Satanic Black Nubian Pharaohs

A title that inspired a track I am still struggling to understand lyrically. I must have been stoned…

No more pharaohs

No more kings

No more masters

No more darkness

I gave you life

I gave you death

But you’ll never ever set me free

I gave you fire

I gave you war

But you’ll never ever set me free

I gave you iron

I gave you gold

But you’ll never ever set me free

I gave you might

I gave you hell

But you’ll never ever set me free

I gave you life

I gave you death

I gave you fire

But you’ll never ever set me free

I gave you war

I gave you iron

I gave you hell

But you’ll never ever set me free

Falling ever deeper

Going nowhere, nowhere fast

There’s nothing left

But the past

Calling out for god

But god is dead

So stop you crying

And let me go

Didn’t no one Ever tell you

Times in reverse

And we’re all going back to hell

Back to hell

Back to hell

Back to hell

Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong cover)

A bastardizing of a classic song lyrics, whilst retaining the plod and innocence of the music. I do not think we will ever do a cover [and we have done a few] that will match this for its twist on words. The fact most people would have heard it, allows the lyrical shift to become more noticeable.

I see newborn graves

Dirt dimmed with steam

Open womb flesh

Death and disease

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see ethnic cleansing

Pain beyond belief

Whole nations murdered

Sorrow and grief

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

The silhouettes of murder

So pretty in the sky

Where rapists stair and wonder

At children passing by

I see friends shaking hands

Saying "How do you do"

But they’re really saying

Hey, Fuck you!

I see men talking peace

Words full of shit

Eyes welled with war

Poison and deceit

And I think to my self what a wonderful world

Yeh

I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Oh yeh.

The Gods Who Mock Us

A track about deities in general.

Vishnu, Fuck, Iblis, Fuck, Elohim, Fuck, Christ, Fuck, Zeus, Fuck Ishtar, Fuck, Isis, Fuck, Mithra, Fuck, Thunor, Fuck, Jehovah, Fuck Odin, fuck, Enlil, fuck, Reshep, Fuck, Allah, fuck, Indra, fuck, Buddah, fuck Typhon, fuck, Astaroth, fuck, Dagon, fuck, Ea, fuck, Ra, fuck, Donar, fuck Milcom, fuck, Teshub, fuck, Cronos, fuck, Lucifer, fuck

Behold the Kindred Battle Carcasses Strewn Across the Bloodied Dunes of Gilgamesh Mute in the Frenzied Clamour of Death’s Rolling Tongue and Ravenous Bursting Steel

A track about the Arabic struggle with its own secular divisions as well as the west.

Digging Graves in Palestine

A plague of darkness falls

Killing Jews in Bethlehem

A place of dreamless sleep

Damascus steel of wars foul dread

Blasting horrors from hell

Across the dunes of Gilgamesh

A screaming death awaits

Gilgamesh

Sumerian gods are desert dust

The slaughter never ends

The dead are laid in newborn graves

In a blood rich icy swell.

Children burn in Lebanon

Hurled on shrieking pyres

Across the dunes of Gilgamesh

A screaming death waits

Gilgamesh

Behold the quenchless eastern fire

To frenzied war we are driven

To stoke the hearths of guttural moans

This craving maw we are given

Bones are cleaved and shattered

Amidst the hail and thunder

Ashes raked and scattered

Dignity cast asunder

You daze at the heavens so magnificent and vast

Dreaming of peace with shrapnel up your arse.

One god with many names

One race with many faces

Everyone’s right and everyone’s wrong

And they’ll not know what they have lost

Until its all fucking gone.

Children burn in Lebanon

Hurled on shrieking pyres

Sumerian gods now desert dust

Consumed by the voice of hate.

Give them Guns, Give them aids &

Give them bibles and cut price graves

Forget the afflicted, ignore the dispossessed

Its not our problem, its their fucking mess.

Feed the world with vinegar and oil

Do they know its Christmas?

Is Santa clause black?

Does it snow in Africa?

Its christmas

It’s a time for giving, for giving up and dying.

Bury the dead in cess pits

The smell wont be so bad

Beyond Death and Darkness

This is the re-worked version of the original that appeared on the second demo. Lyrically a simple hammering of the senses, and a track that i did not delve to deeply into any significant them. I just vomited forth whatever came out, so the track has no real purpose,

Endless Death

Sullen death

Silent death

Tragic death

Hollow death

Muted death

Gutless death

Rabid death

After death I ride one more

Drinking blood by satans side

A burning soul I have become

A living fire of death denied

Empty death

Godless death

Sacred death

Timeless death

Mordant death

Mournful death

Grieving Death

Wordless Death

It’s time to leave this burning hell

To travel far from Ge-Hinnom

Far from searing desert winds

Into death realms far beyond

Raging Death

Lusting Death

Wailing Death

Ancient Death

Newborn Death

Bestial Death

Lasting Death

Bloodless Death

Death and darkness

Together we are as one

Death and darkness

Look what we’ve become

Untitled 3 track demo done with Mirai/ Alan Davey/ 2006

The following 3 tracks were recorded in 2006 with the intention of doing a mcd but that never materialized. These tracks can be found on the vinyl version of ‘Welcome to planet genocide/ plus the reissue cd version

The lyrics were set to a dark doom stoner vibe and my head was accordingly stoned when writing them. Nothing deep, just out there.

Following a burning Rainbow.

Kill me

Hang me by the neck until I’m sleeping

Maybe it’s all over

Death is now upon me

Eating out my black heart

Tearing out my dead soul

Nothings ever easy

When you’re wasted in a bleeding nightmare

Calling out for death

Come for me

Calling out for death

Come for me

Kill me

Stab me in the eye until I’m blinded

Killing is my master

No blood flows within me

Eyes will never open

Guts are spilling over

Nothings ever easy

When you’re falling upwards into nowhere

Kill me

Take me to the jaws of hell and fuck me

Cut me up in pieces

lick my flesh and eat me

We shall die together

It may take forever

Nothings ever easy

When you’re breathing though oblivions lungs

Becoming the Cosmic Hydra

What am I

Lost in time

But who am I

Far from here

But where am I

Staring into my own eyes

Staring into my own

Own end

My own end

My own end

I am lost

Astral voyager

I am smoke

Cosmic hydra

Burn in hell

Dragon slayer

Swallowed by time

Separated from my mind

I gaze down at my lifeless eyes

Staring up at my own demise

To sleep forever

Under my watchful lament,

In darkness eternal

Until nothingness ascends.

Dead in space

Dead in Space

Out of reach

Where am I?

Falling rainbows everywhere

Going down, down on me

Cannot breathe, cannot see

Does this mean I am insane?

Nothing left, only death

Will I ever live again?.

Dead in space

Who am I ?

Who are you?

Holding on to a borrowed dream

Wake me up When I die,

Magic mirrors upside down

Look at me, blind I am

Will I ever see my dreams again?

Chasing dust

Deep in space

Counting stars to pass the time

No more air, I cannot breathe

My mind is dying in my head

Cosmic end, eternal night

Now I rest with a dying moon

Nothing left, only death

Will I ever live again?

In the Name of God, Welcome to Planet Genocide – 2006

Psalm 364

"I can picture in my mind a world without war

a world without hate

and I can picture us attacking that world

because they'd never expect it"

My Beautiful Genocide

Outch!!, my favourite Meads track bar none. The melody, chorus and bass thud of Alan Davey, propels the senses into a pure METAL Meads moment.

This grisly din of killing steel (murder is my God)

I Come in peace, you go in pieces (murder is my God)

Fools like us and the Gods we trust (murder is my God)

To save the world and watch it burn (murder is my God)

Ploughing ash, a sea of limbs (murder is my God)

The stench of gore and boiling brains (murder is my God)

My Beautiful genocide

A holy war, unholy blood (murder is my God)

Divided faith Blown apart (murder is my God)

Burn and rape on planet hell (murder is my God)

All fucked up, wrong way rounds. (murder is my God)

My Beautiful genocide

A Baptism in the Warm Piss of Slaughtered Children

This has one of those titles that stings the senses, a track about religious conflict and how children [as they do in all wars from the dawn of humanity] get caught in the brutality of the combatants, sometimes as collateral damage, sometimes as deliberate acts of cruelty.

Anti Christ

The throne of God is long deserted.

Chaos Reigns

Lost in the pallor of sepulchral rime

Open Grave

Negro, Jew, and white mans blood.

Cyanide

Ethnic wounds filled with worms

Homicide

Bosnian graves remain unopened

Dead inside

Armenian tears are long forgotten.

A Baptism

In Piss

A Baptism

In Piss

The scent of God is smoking Skin

Babylon whore has fucked the world

Holocaust

A chosen race without a choice

Burn alive

The stench of flesh before oblivions shrine

Insane war

Harrows of iron and blades of steel

Gods Creed

The curse of Ham and Gideon’s sword

A Baptism

In Piss

A Baptism

In Piss

The scent of God is smoking Skin

Babylon whore has fucked the world

Adams Curse

The broken dead shall inherit the earth

Dragons fire

Chasing laughter in a silent Tibet.

Fucked up life

Stalin’s crimes are silent nightmares

Purge us all

Ukrainian ghosts become the mist of time.

The Man Who Killed for God

Probably the most beautifully sung and written track in the Meads catalogue. It is both haunting and graceful in its construction.

When the dead cease to dream

& nameless stones

become the graves of you and me

flowers of frost

wither to ash

where yawning flames

carve our faces in the clay

cum in me

and set the world free

for a moment in time

together are we.

Everybody wants to go to heaven

But nobody wants to die

Except the man who killed for god

Look upon the faithless

The forsaken tindered corpse

Here is the joy of murder

And the sweet smell of cremation

This man who killed for god

Who walks where dearth is king

Who gives us blood and flame

And all that terror can bring.

Aborted Stygian Foetus

Killing me, Kill, Murder

Killing you, Kill, Slaughter

Killing us, Kill, Martyr

Killing them, Kill, Slayer

Bury me, Bury, Murder

Bury me, Bury, Slaughter

We are an Aborted Species

A desolate child on a planet made of blood

and ashamed of none

a still-born corpse, hunters of the gods

killers we were

killers we are

we are disciples of hell

before the stygian foetus

All things bright and shit 2009

This was only featured on the Terrorizer December issue cd, Our Christmas track for the moment

Merry fucking Christmas

Peace on fucking earth

Praise the new born king

For all its fucking worth

Jesus Christ is coming

To end all war and death

He’d better fucking hurry

They’ll soon ne no one left.

Do they know it’s Christmas?

Do they fucking care?

Starvation is salvation

When life’s to shit to bear.

And what about the homeless?

Who cares about the poor?

Cause any one who’s rich

Couldn’t give a fucking shit....

Make war not love

Be a martyr, a fucking saint

Give war a chance

It feels good to hate

Away in a manger

A crib for a bed

Christ is a stranger

And what’s more he’s dead

But don’t fucking worry

It’s Christmas time again

And Santa’s got aids

And sacks of crack cocaine.

Make death the future

And have another beer

So merry fucking Christmas

And have a shit new year.

The Bones of This Land Are Not Speechless / English Black Punk Metal – 2010

On a split with Old Corpse Road, we had one original track, plus 5 covers. This song was a vocal with Alan Davey. [the only other time this has occurred is on the Stiff Little Fingers cover ‘Straw Dogs]

On the Surface

A call to arms we must obey

War is meant to be this way

To die for god in streams of time

Graves of chaos fall in line

To kill and rape in ecstasy

Worshiping obscenity

Disobey and burn in hell

Hate is real so learn it wall

I watch you dig my grave today

My own reflection fades away

Artificial entity

Elusive strange divinity

On the surface I, Rise above the truth

On the surface I, run where faith is blind

On the surface I, paint the face of god

On the surface I, hide from who I am

On the surface I, fall with Icarus

On the surface I, fear the voice of pain

On the surface I, drown in make-believe

On the surface I, fly above the lies.

Fallen idol rise again

Wearing faces of the slain

Graven image born of fear

War is now, and now is here.

A call to arms we must obey

War is meant to be this way

To die for god in streams of time

Graves of chaos fall in line

To kill and rape in ecstasy

Worshiping obscenity

Disobey and burn in hell

Hate is real so learn it wall

I watch you dig my grave today

My own reflection fades away

Artificial entity

Elusive strange divinity

On the surface I, Rise above the truth

On the surface I, run where faith is blind

On the surface I, paint the face of god

On the surface I, hide from who I am

On the surface I, fall with Icarus

On the surface I, fear the voice of pain

On the surface I, drown in make-believe

On the surface I, fly above the lies.

Fallen idol rise again

Wearing faces of the slain

Graven image born of fear

War is now, and now is here.

A call to arms we must obey

War is meant to be this way

To die for god in streams of time

Graves of chaos fall in line

To kill and rape in ecstasy

Worshiping obscenity

Disobey and burn in hell

Hate is real so learn it wall

I watch you did my grave today

My own reflection fades away

Artificial entity

Elusive strange divinity

Song of a thousand roars 2010

[Track featured on Terrorizer cd 75’ Featuring no less than 28 guest vocals. This was one of those mad moments when we decided to do a one off track with a throng of vocal roars and rasps from our friends in the scene at the time. Not really a lyrical masterpiece, just some fun.

Here’s the list of vocalists that appeared.

Thus Defiled – Paul Carter
DÃM – Nathan
Eastern Front – Nagant/Holocaust/Destroyer
Eibon La Furies – Lord Eibon Blackwood
Old Corpse Road – Whole Band
Worms of Sabnock – Quintus
Ebonillumini – Christina Poupoutsi
Talanas – Hal Sinden
Ethernal – Defiler
Wojna – Shadow
Barad-Dur – Neithan
Abalam – Bahn
Leech Woman – Alex Boniwell
Baphomet’s Cunt – The Baphomet General
Immonitep – Immon
Whorethorn – Malphas
Legion of Crows – Attila
Helvellyn – Hellfire
Ghast – Arrrrrrrach/Myrggh
Necronoclast – Greg
Eternal Frost – Sam
The Belonging – Paul
Gates of Carpathia – Fan
Immortal Empire – Carl Wilkinson
In The Land of The Blind – Jimmy Catamitt
Sherwoode – Ben
Gyrdleah – Flagrum
Sturm/Wotan’s Vrede – A. Popov aka Soulreaper

The Murder of Jesus the Jew album – 2010

This was the most in depth, studied lyrical concept I will probably ever do. My whole life of theological/ religious study flowed into this album. It is years of research to unearth the human Jesus, to deconstruct the shit written in the New Testament, and to unfold what I believe actually happened. The lyrics being just a brush stroke of the full painting, I felt the need to write an in depth explanation that is on this site.

Boiled in Hell Broth and Grave Dust

"On a cold spring morning around AD30, a man was executed on a tree upon a mound of dirt known as Golgotha. This is his story, of a man made God…"

My Psychotic God Sand Deity

Murder Regicide, Murder Matricide

Murder Homicide, Murder, Genocide

My Psychotic God, My Psychotic God

My Psychotic God, My Psychotic Deity

Murder enslave, Murder destroy

Murder slaughter, Murder rape

Kill all the shit stabbing fagots, hang the sodomites and arse fuckers

My Psychotic God, My Psychotic God

My Psychotic God, My Psychotic God

Birds fly above my head, of faceless names it is said

Graves set like teeth in line, rise from the dark below

Their memories rest here, There is no laughter in dread,

In somber reflection, of what rests underground.

Dominus dues spiritus

Maleficium daemonium

Extermitor sacramentum

Demogorgon ad inferos

Nercrominicon diabolis

Apocalypse of Lazarus

Behold the dreadful wailing of the sodomites who wallow in morbific blood issuing forth from the putrid bladder of Satan.

You’re guts will be spun on the loom of judgement, to drip like pus into the mouths of the unconverted

You will become like shit on the shoe of a Lucifer, the gristle in a pool of Demonic vomit.

You will become the genital warts that adorn the arse of Hades. All this and more shall you become in the final days of Man

The Dragon and beast cast into hel, Death into the valley of Jehoshaphat

The earth will shake at the end of days, Men will flee into holes and caves

Al hail the swarm of shedim that commeth like flies from the bottomless pit.

Hark the horns of Armageddon for they herald the messianic oracle of slaughter and wrath.

Apocalypse, An oracle of darkness, Apocalypse, Of brimstone and fire

Apocalypse, The whore of Babylon, Apocalypse, Demonic holocaust

Apocalypse, The shattered universe, Apocalypse, A fellowship of death

Apocalypse, The number of the beast, Apocalypse, The devouring locust

Apocalypse, A holy revelation, Apocalypse, The seventh seal of god

Apocalypse. Seducer of the earth

Apocalypse, A pale horse of death, Apocalypse , Satanic war machine

Apocalypse, The dragon of chaos, Apocalypse, The dead will be reborn

Addicted to God

This is the track that defines this band. It has all the elements that melt together with that mid section jolting out like a camp sing-along in a black metal shitpit .

There is no other track that simplifies this bands heart than this.

Born in Nazareth a masons son, In the glare of Sepphoris

I shall become High in heaven, stoned in hell

I believe in Belial, And the end of days

I believe in Elohim I’m always High in heaven, stoned I hell

I believe in Yohannan, Apocalyptic dread

i believe in Israel Ill always be

High in heaven ,stoned in hell

Hillel the wise I follow his words

And all he is, Like him I am, High in heaven, stoned in hell

I am addicted to my god, I am addicted to my god

I am addicted to my god, I am addicted To my god

I am Rabbi, Follow me, I am Rabbi, Follow me

I am Rabbi, Follow me, I am Rabbi Follow me

All behold The locust eater, All behold The Qumran Baptist

High in heaven, stoned in hell

All behold Cephas and Judas, All behold, Sons of thunder

High in heaven, stoned in hell

I am addicted to my god, I am addicted to my god

I am addicted to my god, I am addicted to my god

I am Rabbi, Follow me, I am Rabbi, Follow me

I am Rabbi, Follow me, I am Rabbi, Follow me

Who is god, I am god , Are you god, But what god

I know god, Its my god, Where is god, Why is god,

A man god, A fish god, A black god, A white god,

A gay god, A sad god, A blind, A dead god.

I raise the dead, Who said so, I heal the sick.

Why do so, Its destiny, Of blasphemy

Are u a Jew, No sir no, Its bad for you, Why sir why.

God hates you all, Circumcised, You must be done.

No one else, Shall be saved, At end of days.

Walk with me, Hasid dreamer, Walk with me, Walking leper

Walk with me, Dancing slut, Walk with me, Drunken filth

Walk with me, My children, Walk with me, My people

Walk with me, In gennesaret, Walk with me, In Jericho

Walk with me, In Capernaum, Walk with me, In Decapolis

Walk with me, In Bethany, Walk with me, In Jerusalem

Walk with me, In Aramathea, Walk with me, In Magdala

Walk with me, In Esrealon, Walk with me, In Nazareth

Walk with me, In Megiddo, Walk with me, In Esrealon

Walk with me, my Sadducees, my Pharisees,

Walk with me, my Essenes, walk with me, my people

My Baptist beheaded, His disciples now my own,

To take them with into the languor of death,

To me my fate as a piece of raw meat before the dogs of Rome.

Stiller of Tempests

"Walking tall in Galilee, Feeding many with a fish

Walking side by side with sin,

Drinking wine with thieves and whores

But I can’t, Get pissed with the man on the moon

But I can’t, Eat shit with a make believe spoon

But I can’t, go fishing on a red mushroom

Raise the dead from a cold dark tomb

Casting forth the demon seed, walking round the still dead sea

Shaking hands with human scum, giving all to who have none

But I can’t, Get pissed with the man on the moon

But I can’t, Eat shit with a make believe spoon

But I can’t, go fishing on a red mushroom

Raise the dead from a cold dark tomb"

Man from Kerioth

A track based on Judas, who betrayed Jesus. This very name, like Adolf Hitler, or, Caligula, , is instantly associated with the dark/ evil side of humanity, so seldom used to name a boy nowadays. The track reveals a mans eternal damnation for an act supposedly ordained by God anyway. Another instance of Biblical nonsense.

"Betrayer of God, Pariah of Faith, A cunt, My name is Judas

No place in time, Or heaven or hell, A cunt, My name is Judas

A catholic reject, A catholic arsehole, A catholic bastard

I am Judas, a fucking liar, I am Judas, I’m no messiah

Don’t look at me, the roof of hell has cracked below my feet

I am condemned, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet

Baneful end, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet

Damned to she’ol, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet

The roof of hell has cracked below my feet for I am the god slayer,

vile wretched beast, the drug of hatred.

Suicide tree, the roof of hell has cracked below my feet

a rope and dance, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet

Curse of Edom, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet

Curse of edom, The roof of hell has cracked below my feet"

Dark Gethsemane

A track is about the thoughts of a man about to be crucified. This was the moment when Jesus sat alone contemplating his end prior to his arrest. The lyrics are of a human being knowing death is imminent, thread bare of any supernatural connections.

It’s over no, no after life, No second chance in paradise.

Time runs out and then we die, No where to run, no where to hide.

A glimpse of hell is all that’s left, A crown of thorns upon my head.

Out of time and out of here, It’s my time to disappear.

Sell your dreams for water and bread, Turn out the light I’ll soon be dead.

To die far from Galilee, In this dark Gethsemane.

Its hard to face this end to come, Without a trace my life undone.

Afraid to sleep and loose control, Afraid to dream and lose my soul.

Jew Killer

One of my favourite lyrics, second only to the buttering of, Wonderful World. Hoest [Taake] really liked what we were trying to do here. To bait dickheads into that ‘waving the racist card’ shit. The lyrics reflect what the Roman Governor Pontius Pilate was, a murdering arsehole, yet I was/ am aware that at first glance the lyrical contact can seem shocking.

I like to call this our ‘White Noise’ [Stiff Little Fingers] moment, as the lyrics in both songs come across as paint by numbers racist bollocks., but hide a deep anti-racist meaning.

"Jew Killer, Zionist Crusher

Jew killer, Imperial blessed bastard

Jew killer, Tabernacle wolf man

Jew killer, War dog of Rome

Jew killer, Semite motherfucker

Jew killer, Sanhedrin hunter

Jew killer, Samaritan slaughterer

Jew killer, Holocaust master

Sand Nigger, Pilate the rapist

Sand Nigger, Pilate the murderer

Sand Nigger, Pilate the god slayer

Sand Nigger, Pilate the tyrant

Jew killer, A people scorned

Jew killer, Scattered race

Jew killer, God made flesh

Jew killer, Guilt absolved

Jew killer, Barabas lie

Jew killer, Hell broth dread

Jew killer , end of days

Jew killer, earths pariahs"

Genesis of Death

"Taken to Gehenna, the fire always burns

Cast into the wasteland, eaten by the worms

Taken to the ash heap In lower Ge-hinnom,

In dreary misery, where idols once belonged

To die in isolation Abandoned by a nation

Slow asphyxiation, Soon to come the end

A curse unto god, to hang upon a tree

Such a hateful end, to ritually cease to be

I am not the son of god, You will become the man god

I am not the Messiah; You have become the priest king

My birth was never foretold, Covered in the dust of human remains"

And the black embrace of Acheron, Where grim visage’d faces,

peer from the ashes of Lebanon, Where flesh becomes clay,

rom Syria to Yemen, and open graves adorn the shores of heaven,

From Eagle to Cross

A track based on the Roman eagle standard that was perched at the head of the brutal roman legions for centuries, suddenly transforming through the forming of the Holy Roman Empire and the establishment of Christianity in Rome, into the Cross, that was also a symbol at the head of all conquering brutal European armies. The irony is self explanatory.

"Addicted to God, Awaiting the end of days

With martyred flesh, Strewn across death beds of clay.

A bronze age myth, In the shadow of an eagle,

With snakes and tongues, and the war tempests rattle

Addicted to God, I hold the props of death.

Scythe, mist and skull, and cloak of hooded dread.

From the boiling rage of war, scowling pestilence awakens.

Fallen knights rot, with hungry graves awaiting.

I’m the offspring of chaos, The croaking face of grim.

From eagle to cross. To absolve all from sin.

Wearing sackcloth and ashes, A dire monster sent.

From Caesar to pope, on bended knees repent.

Addicted to God, My sacred words are hollow.

The slain care little, if they lead or follow.

In the bray of horns, crusaders keep the faith

Singing hallelujah, to the rusting pearly gates.

Addicted to God, Awaiting the end of days

With martyred flesh, Strewn across death beds of clay.

A bronze age myth, In the shadow of an eagle,

With snakes and tongues, and the war storms above."

Apostle of the Uncircumcised

"Nicene creed, A stolen god uprooted and reborn in Rome

Nicene creed, The past of the man god erased by Paul

Nicene creed, To flavian greed the world must befall

Nicene creed, What was sacred is now ash and bone

James the just, The truth died with him

James the just, The lies never ending

James the just, A riddle in time

James the just, Erased from history

Nicene creed, The Vatican arises from Jerusalem’s fall

Nicene creed, A Christian cancer infecting one and call

James the just, The truth died with him

James the just, The lies never ending

James the just, A riddle in time

James the just, Erased from history

Pauline truth, Twisted into form

Pauline truth, Buried in time

Pauline truth, Judaic scorn

Pauline truth, Faith is blind

Pauline truth, Twisted into form

Pauline truth, Buried in time

Pauline truth, Judaic scorn

Pauline truth

Repent, Armageddon is near, Death has awakened

the end of all is brewing in the clouds above.

Those of the uncircumcised shall be cast into the absolute darkness of hell where

Skinless storks will peck at your soul and thereafter you shall be boiled in the bowels of the earth with the unborn.

And the smoke of your flesh shall ascendeth up for ever and ever.

Death is but a gateway to the open graves of they who lived.

Headless funerals will proceed the coming of the abomination of desolation and cadaveric spasms will shatter the teeth of the wicked until the black bile of redemption oozes from their open wounds.

Nicene creed, A stolen god uprooted and reborn in Rome

Nicene creed, The past of the man god erased by Paul

Nicene creed, To flavian greed the world must befall

Nicene creed, What was sacred is now ash and bone

James the just, The truth died with him

James the just, The lies never ending

James the just, A riddle in time

James the just, Erased from history"

If God could talk, what would he say? 2010

A track inspired believe it or not by the American punk band, The Dickies, If Stuart could talk… The lyrics just resounded in me and when we needed a bonus track for the, Jesus the Jew, vinyl version ,, this just flopped out of my head, and the rest of the lyrics seemed apt.

It was never meant to be this way

My name is Legion I am many

It was never meant to be this way

Hell is here and here is now

It was never meant to be this way

Follow me and die for nothing

It was never meant to be this way

I am God of Fucking War

It was never meant to be this way

I spit upon the world I made

It was never meant to be this way

I piss upon the infidel

It was never meant to be this way

I shit upon the heathen ones

It was never meant to be this way

I cast a spell of

What would he say

Fuck You

Fuck off/ Fuck Off

It was never meant to be this way

I am the chaos in your sleep

It was never meant to be this way

Hell is pathed in suicide

It was never meant to be this way

You are slaves in body bags

It was never meant to be this way

Together we will kill 'em all

It was never meant to be this way

Hear the war drums coming closer

It was never meant to be this way

I made a pie of human meat

It was never meant to be this way

A spinning ball of human scum

It was never meant to be this way

A universal abattoir

Fuck off/ fuck off

When evil brings men together, Every one thinks God is on their side.

Thou shalt not kill unless it is to the sound of horns and jubilation so that all men can delight in the spectacle of slaughter where war crimes are decided by the victorious.

This is my gift to the peacekeepers who strive to end war before war ends them.

There’s a God in my Gruel 2011

Taken from the Swine of Hades split cd. Appearing with Taake, Sigh, Evo/ Algy [Warfare/ Tank], and our old friends, Thus Defiled, on this split, was a great honour and we wrote this track especially for this. A kind of stoned, lazy start that explodes into a coke fuelled ending.

we're talking vinegar and gism

puke soup for the dead.

That’s how is,

If your on the road to heaven

your never gone a make it,

If you got a broken heart,

then god will fucking take it.

If you wana taste of Jesus.

you gotta have some of this

it taste like the grave

it tastes like fucking shit.

If you need a resurrection

don’t go looking at me.

I’m just a passin by

you know how it is...

there's a god in my gruel but I ain't hungry

there's a god in my gruel its like an acid bath

there's a god in my gruel it looks good to eat

there's a god in my gruel it is the taste of death

poison it taste like fucking maggot meat

putrid it taste like camels arse lips

foul it tastes like sour pus heads

rancid it tastes like stinking phlegm

cancer it tastes like festering wounds

vomit it tastes like chewed worms

rotten it tastes like rotting road kill

bitter it tastes like fetal cysts

The taste of god is like chewing on ulcerous sores, the oozing pus is

nectar to the mouths of the bloated choir boys who have fornicated with

the men the cloth. The bell ringers salivate over the simmering brew

that is holy and sacred. Hark the twisted veins of the popes anus for

it is the flavour of heavenly redemption. It may look good, but its

taste like dog shit.

poison it taste like fucking maggot meat

putrid it taste like camels arse lips

foul it tastes like sour pus heads

rancid it tastes like stinking phlegm

canker it tastes like festering wounds

vomit it tastes like burst boils

rotten it tastes like rotting road kill

obscene it tastes like fetal cysts

Sonderkommando album 2013

The lyrics for this album were written on site at Auschwitz over 3 days. It was one cold haunting place. The album depicts pure horror and this place was just that. The path between a genuinely heartfelt look into the holocaust and a Nazi affiliation is slender, and we have come under a lot of criticism. Again, I have written a more full lyrical analysis on this album in the codex section on this site.

Sonderkommando

The tongues of a thousand tiny blue-red flames

Coughing our souls to heaven

In the heat the dead stir one last time

A foul, filthy death is mine.

You don’t have to die to walk in hell,

For here is hell,

You don’t have to die to walk in hell,

And hell is now,

You don’t have to die to walk in hell

no time to grieve, no time to weep,

You don’t have to die to walk in hell

Just time to die, just time to die.

You don’t have to die to walk in hell

Drag the dead, abomination, Rake the ash, my remains

Pull the teeth, a golden calf, Cut the hair, humiliation

Frail and wasted human forms, Wishing you were never born

Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom

Burn the flesh, cremation, Find the gold, stolen lives

Chains of clay, shrines of sod, we are dead, where was god?

Skin is cold, godless, young and old, forgotten

No more tears, suffering, wasted years, entombed.

Frail and wasted human forms, wishing you were never born

Welcome to the roaring gales of gloom

Ten strokes of filth from the slaughterhouse whip

Death bound we fall in pits of shit

Sacrifice, walking dead, infanticide, abandoned

Open greave, waste away, human plague, abomination.

The smoke rises up into the clouds, Looming above the funeral shrouds

Veiled from the icy moonless night, Are glowing embers of flesh so bright

The stars bedimmed in darkly woe, Enshrining all in hell below.

Wishing Well of Bones

Death is here, death is there, A Wishing well of bones

All around, within, beneath, A Wishing well of bones

Sin defiled and we reviled, A Wishing well of bones

Gloomy grave, blood we crave, A Wishing well of bones

In the lap of sadism, A Wishing well of bones

Vanish into nothingness, A Wishing well of bones

Suffer, bleed and die, Suffer bleed and die

Death is busy everywhere, A Wishing well of bones

A Wishing well of bones,

All around, A Wishing well of bones

Within, beneath, A Wishing well of bones

Above is death, A Wishing well of bones

And we are death

Suffer bleed, and die

A Wishing well of bones,

In the lap of sadism, A Wishing well of bones

A Wishing well of bones

Vanish into nothingness, A Wishing well of bones

Suffer bleed, and die

Aktion T4

Euthanasia kiss of death, new Germania, nothing left

Megalomania, unsound mind, euthanasia, death to freaks

Action t4

Half alive, and half fucking dead, a piece of shit, not fit for life

go to sleep, and don’t wake up, fucking die, fucking die.

Action t4

Half alive, and half fucking dead, a piece of shit, not fit for life

go to sleep, and don’t wake up, fucking die, fucking die.

Euthanasia kiss of death, new Germania, nothing left

Action t4

Not fit for life, A piece of shit

Death to freaks, Kiss of death

Silent Ghosts of Babi Yar

Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck

Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.

Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D

The clay is alive with wounds open wide, No funeral bells of last farewells

Stacked like logs, then to be shot, Mothers and sons, let it be done

Buried alive in shit and piss, Waffen SS, drunk on blood.

Iron crosses and yellow stars, The walking dead in Babi Yar

Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D

Nothing but blood, Shot in the face, the guts and the neck

Nothing but blood, shot in the back, the skull and the throat.

Einsatzgruppen A Einsatzgruppen B

Einsatzgruppen C Einsatzgruppen D

We have become the wind bewailed cries, A hallow voice of direful sighs

Spiralling into the frozen gaze, Of deathly faceless souls entwined

Worms writhe in a shapeless tomb, in human gore imbued

Files bewinged aloft do soar, In twisting sulphurous hue.

If the oceans were filled with ink and all the forests and trees were pens,

And even then it would not be possible to record the horrors here.

This hell can exist, as long as no one see’s.

Children of the Sunwheel Banner (Part 2)

under the sign of the sun wheel banner, We will raise the might of Thors hammer

Dripping with hatred from every pore, We are the masters of total war

Nordic heroes from a winders dawn, Speechless shapes all dressed in black

Shadow watchmen of the fatherland, Sadistic kings of a new Deutschland

Teutonic hell, holy books and broken gods,

Teutonic hell, we shoot the fuckers down

Teutonic hell, a human death machine

Teutonic hell, this is no fucking dream

Teutonic hell, With murmuring blood and spitting bile

Teutonic hell, in darkest menace we drown

Teutonic hell, Under welkin shade and murdering scowl

Teutonic hell, we shoot the fuckers down

Assassins of a new world order, The name of god seems pointless here

Under the sign of the sunwheel banner, Panzers attack from the halls of Valhalla

Sons of Odin, legions of death, Semite reapers, with Zyclon B

Teutonic hell, Blasphemers of every fragile faith

Teutonic hell, of every hue and race

Teutonic hell, Holy books and broken gods

Teutonic hell, all to vanish without a trace

A new world order shall be born, from the ashes of racial annihilation, of murder and starvation.

Or mass extermination, this is the final solution

Lamenting Weaver of Horror

1 Witch. Thrice the gasping Jew hath bawled.

2 Witch. Thrice and once, the gypsy wailed

3 Witch. Ss guard cries: - ‘tis time! ‘tis time!

1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;

Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,

Human meat and to gore nibble

Glowing embers and faggot hiss

Bloated belly and boiling piss,

Curdled vomit, a blind man’s cane.

Eye of sinti, Slavic bane,

Tail of rat, and teeth of Jew

A piece of skin with ink tattoo

A mouth agape and quivering tongue

The sting of death, the victim stung

Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,

Human meat and to gore nibble

Into this pot we stir a stew

Of death, of hate, of death for you.

[Death speaks to a wandering boy in the realms of the recently murdered]

Boy - is anybody there, can anybody help me?

Death- I am Death.

Boy - Where am I?

Death - You are here.

Boy - Where is here?

Death - Here is now, here is darkness.

Boy- Please sir, what have I done?

Death - You were fucking born.

Boy - I want my mother? Where is she?

Death - She is fucking dead

Boy - I don’t understand?

Death- It is not for you to understand, just to die and be forgotten.

Boy - want to go home.

Death- You are home, you are fucking dead, everybody you know is fucking dead.”

Boy - No.

Death, I take this hollow chimney and whittle a flute from the oak riven ash, and cinders of men, women and children

Here is my song of death

I lay in a dreary open grave, chewing on a dandelion root

and the blood from the sod above drips into my mouth,

and the taste was of children dead,

Forever death bound we fall

lost in murder, a murdering haze

wrapped in wailing dread

of sackcloth and ash

upon a twilight dawn

Sins of the Pharaohs

You saved your people long ago, Sending plagues upon pharaoh

Frogs and files, and grievous murrain, Rivers of blood, boils and blains,

First born dead, hail and thunder, Locust swarms, darkness asunder,

You led your kind from pain and death, To a promised land where mosses said set my people free

Now is here and here is now, Hear our prayers in Birkenau

In open graves your people lie, Blood and piss etched in their eyes

Why did you, oh god of creation, Abandon us to death and cremation?

Moloch lives in Nazi hate, But where is mosses, I hear his cry of

Set my people free

This is the oblivious veil of hate, where men are like worms without eyes,

Just silhouettes in disguise, Wheezy pendulums of times unending night.

I drown amongst the clamorous throes, A climbing tumult upon an empty sky,

Like rats we are, caught in a trap, far from Moab, and the Promised Land

Like fish on hooks, skinned alive, block 11, no one survives

A bullet shot, a coffin nail, left to rot, in a potters field

Armageddon has come this hour, but where is Mosses, I can hear his cry of

Set my people free

In Babylon long ago, A people lost by dismal woe

We believed in god up high, No chosen race, a race forgotten

Worms are we despised and rotten, Apathy is all we are

Where is Mosses? I can hear his cry of

Set my people free

Last Train to Eden

Right is life. Left is death.

You don’t’ have to die to walk in hell, Here is death and know it well

One way ticket, there is no return, Unfit for life. But fit to burn

Breathing like fish cast into the sand, Torn from hope that none can withstand

You know you’re going to die, Fucking die

Sub human scum, forsaken by god, Nowhere to run, meat for Moloch

No time to grieve, just time to die, Last train to hell 2x

It’s time to leave, to hells paradise, Cadaver wind storm ash on the breeze

A human cancer, a racial disease,

Poison blood, we beguile, Chants of death, Sieg Heil

Like bird shit on a dead man’s head, It’s over now, soon we’ll be dead.

Last train to hell, 2x

Teeth of flame, gnaw the flesh, The smoking dead, a handful of dust

The biting fog, glimmering dread, Crematoria, wakes infernal

Right is life. Left is death, All that’s left is half a kilogram of ash.

Zyclon b in a red cross van, hear the call, of the death camp band

A serenade, of endless sleep, in this place, where life is cheap

The air is mouldering flesh, and twisting sulphurous hue

Hourglass of Ash

Hungry maw, bright dread of flame, scorching flesh, in furnace ablaze

Cadaver fog, up in the night sky, barbed wire, a web of suicide,

Sobibor, mouths forever silent, Majdanek, wreath of smoke

Treblinka, a child’s stolen years, Belzec ash, a giant human sieve.

Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash

Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash

Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash

Hungry maw, bright dread of flame, scorching flesh, in furnace ablaze

Cadaver fog, up in the night sky, barbed wire, a web of suicide,

Sobibor, mouths forever silent, Majdanek, wreath of smoke

Treblinka, a child’s stolen years, Belzec ash, a giant human sieve.

Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash

Time stands still, in the hour glass of ash

Spell singers and earth rulers, Grasping at dreams with grinding claws

On death we have fed, by greed we are led

To the sound of the devils applause.

The Mussulmans Wander Through the Infernal Whirling Fires…

Many Gods and many voices

Pest control, we have no choices

We will fight and we will die

Shot to pieces you and I,

Apathy upon our knees

Around your necks our hands will squeeze

So dim the spark of human mercy

We don’t die in vain this time.

Sonderkommando 12 we fight

Sonderkommando 12 we die

Sonderkommando 12 we rise

Sonderkommando 12 we

Take us down you fucking scum

Today we die with heads held high

You may spit as we all crawl

But in the end you will all fall

We fight a beast so unforgiving

Making lives not worth living

But when we die and waste away

Let all who know stand up and say

Sonderkommando 12

Sonderkommando 12

Sonderkommando 12

Sonderkommando 12

Walking dead and helplessness, rabid dogs and rotting flesh

Nazi hate and gods as one, ignorance for everyone

Faith is blind and so are we, in the dark eternally

Never learning the shit we do, life is shit for me and you

Crawl in piss against the wall, die in shit die in filth

Suicide we embrace, now it’s time we must die

All together no surrender, fucking kill fucking die

It’s the end for you and I, let all who know stand up, and say

Send My Love to Maher-Shalal-Hash-Baz

Maher-shalal-hash-baz; Hebrew: מַהֵר שָׁלָל חָשׁ בַּז‎ – “Hurry to the spoils!” or “He has made haste to the plunder!”

The figures in this narrative reveal the industrial scale of murder, of women and children as well as the old and infirmed, being murdered on a conveyor belt of calculated death unprecedented in human history.

I sat by a barbed wire fence in Auschwitz, absorbing the cold misery that stifles the air, and this narrative is a recording I actually made. A truly vile place.

4 Crematoria with 5 furnaces, each with 3 doors

4 bodies in each, burning for 30 minutes.

In total 60 bodies burnt in half an hour, 120 bodies in an hour, 2,880 a day, 86,000 corpses a month, and you look at the countless rows of barbed wire

Crematoria’s chimneys rising into the sky, guards, the snapping dogs

There was no hope, stripped naked and sent to death

Taste the divine wrath – 2015

Tracks appeared on the split vinyl with Tjolgtjar.

Also on the re-mastered 2017 cd split with Forefather.

Balthasar Gérard

Balthasar was the assassin of William I of Orange (William the Silent). He killed William I in Delft on 10 July 1584, by shooting him twice with a pistol, and was afterwards tried, convicted, and gruesomely executed. His method of torture and execution is one of the most brutal in history.

Balthazar gerard

was it worth the killing

They burned off your hand

with a red hot iron

Tore off your flesh in 6 different places

lifted out your guts and placed them on your lap.

tore out your beating heart and flung it in your face

cut off your head and stuck it ion a spear.

this was your end, a catholic slayer

was it worth the pain x 2

Iberian slayer, in the name of Christ

hunted your victim in a far nether land

out from the shadows you made your attack

but no one ever mentioned you were never going back

was it worth the killing to die in so much pain

cold hearted killer, in 1584

three shots of hatred, shot from deadly gun

William the silent, is silent evermore

was it worth the killing to die in so much pain

cold hearted killer, in 1584

three shots of hatred, shot from deadly gun

William the silent, is silent evermore

Catholic assassin, a suicidal plan

now the end is come, its all over now

hung on a pole, and lashed with a whip

wounds smeared with honey for a hungry goat

was it worth the killing to die in so much pain

cold hearted killer, in 1584

three shots of hatred, shot from deadly gun

William the silent, is silent evermore

was it worth the killing to die in so much pain

cold hearted killer, in 1584

three shots of hatred, shot from deadly gun

William the silent, is silent evermore

you never made a sound, nor a plea for mercy

cold hearted killer, in 1584

Childiock Tichborne

This track is about the Elegy of Childiock Tichborne, written in 1586, a poem conceive on the eve of his execution for treason. What dies a man feel on the eve before being hung drawn and quartered, one of the most brutal of execution methods. This intrigued me to write a lyrical theme about this.

Prime of youth, frost of cares

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

feast of joy, dish of pain

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

crop of corn, field of tares

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

day is past, I saw no sun

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

now I live, my life is done

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

fruit is fallen, leaves are green

it’s the end for Childiock Tichborne

High treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

I saw the world yet I was not seen

my thread is cut and yet it is not spun

and now I live, and now my life is done

I sought death, and found it in my womb,

I looked for life and saw it was a shade

I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb

and now I die, and now I was but made

my glass is full, and now my glass is run

and now I live, and now my life is done

youth is spent, im not old

its the end for Childiock Tichborne

now I live, life is done

its the end for Childiock Tichborne

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

high treason, hung, drawn and quartered

Infidel

A complex track with a simple message about Hatred.

I lick the ulcerous mouth of God with the foul black tongue of corruption.

Behold the headless holy ghost and the sacred filth of worship.

All kneel before the throne of flies where the heads of children are cast upon their mothers laps.

Follow the cemetery steps towards the graves of deaths,

here you will find pagans, heathens and blasphemy aplenty, unholy desecration, rape and violation.

If any one loves you they are liars

and if anyone hates you they are right.

burning hatred, I am the infidel

burning hatred, I am the infidel

burning hatred, I am the infidel

unbelievers, infidels, heathens. burn in hell

unbelievers, infidels, heathens burn in hell

unbelievers, infidels, heathens burn in hell

unbelievers, infidels, heathens burn in hell

unbelievers, infidels, heathens burn in hell

The Hollow Ugliness of indoctrination cannot transcend a Mythical god in a world of shivering Monochrome hatred.

hear the pope, full of shit

swimming around in holy piss

fuck the glory of god

and let the Vatican bitches burn in hell

The stone that killed Goliath 2017

Track we did for the Shona Banda ~ Live Free or Die’ digital compilation release in aid of her fight against the Kansas authorities over her use of Cannabis healing properties.

Lyrically directed against the big pharmaceutical companies and their hypocrisy and greed.

The Stone that killed Goliath

The stone that killed Goliath

it grows it must be free

big pharma equals profit

big pharma equals greed

big pharma equals bane

big pharma equals deceit

big pharma equals malign

big pharma equals decay

big pharma equals bane

big pharma equals shit

The stone that killed Goliath

it grows it must be free

to live you gotta pay

or die in debt with me

follow the weed its smokin hot

outa my head get me outa here

the D.E.A is coming for me

better off dead to live in fear

big pharma nature gives

big pharma system takes

big pharma cash machine

big pharma gods of life

big pharma gods of death

big pharma got the cure

big pharma got it all

big pharma burn in hell

The stone that killed Goliath

it grows it must be free

to live you gotta pay

or die in debt with me

follow the weed its smokin hot

outa my head get me outa here

the D.E.A is coming for me

better off dead to live in fear

big pharma getting high

big pharma chasing smoke

big pharma angel dust

big pharma drug abuse

big pharma in denial

big pharma popping pills

big pharma l.s.d

big pharma t.h.c

threshing the lives of they who have not

there’s always a cure, but the price is to high

why save the world when you can watch it suffer,,