The Following lyrics are in chronological order .
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..
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.
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.
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
"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"
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.
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.
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
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 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
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
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,,