Slugdge - Esoteric Malacology [Full Album]

Lyrics to Esoteric Malacology [Full Album] by Slugdge

Tracklist: 01. War Squids Reforged in the furnace of death weaves fates in the warp and the weft dimensional rifts quake in the skies on worlds born and razed in a blink of your mortal eyes Master, born of the plasma siphoning strength from the black twisting nether a rapture that fractures the cosmos torn from the womb of primordial chaos Rhaexorog come forth hordes of iron must be wrought Molten shells of steel ablaze Cast in slime and living flame Bathe the abyss in cosmic afterbirth he shall arise to reclaim the multiverse In noxious sanctums beyond the walls that keep the cursed sleepers from the beast feel the blessed touch of the unmaker into this verdant nightmare you slip farther stalked and hounded in this dream forever sport for the beasts of Ankath-Shol Wallow hopeless under starless nights Yearn for the return of the creator's flame Gaze out from the horizon and behold the sundering Dark blood coursing through our mortal veins we are unstoppable infused with arcane power; the boon of Lord Yeth'Shuul Pandemonium; a war in heaven, cataclysmic copulation transdimensional astral tentacles most irreverent fornication The wheel spins once again cyclical time, no beginning or end subject to no known law of nature in wormholes entangled that hang in the ether Scatter the remnants hereafter blacken the stars with the power of the atom we will shatter the order of aeons unleashing his infinite legion of scions 02. Crop Killer Is this how you want to live your lives? inside the vultures circle can you feel the talons in your neck? only the strong survive you say? Just pray that prey you don't become You've got no time for safety nets There are no alpha wolves only those struggling to survive the state of nature Domestic animals lost without the trappings of their civilization You like to play armchair eugenicist, militant pessimist An ivory tower that's built upon the product of a million labors Regression to the mean, repression of the weak fraudulent pyramid scheme of human hierarchy Do you ever wonder why you've been deprived the wealth of nations? do you feel the trickle down your leg? Preoccupied with war against your own and your own home How is it you're not already dead? Another failed experiment Evidence suggests you will not pass the last great filter The soldiers won't defend the hive when the Queen neglects to satisfy the builders You like to play the devil's advocate, passive and impotent brood over fallen empires That were built upon the bones of millions Narrow minded sanctimonious self-serving sophistry Greed governing holiness? Not in the version I have seen. You will not see the stars doomed to the tides access denied, fated to die 03. The Spectral Burrows Lost in a churning mindless fulmination Devoid of a reason or explanation a chorus of voices become a roaring cacophony assaulting our senses as they sleep putrid beings within, no better, or worse each one scrambling for a ladder death becomes us, that which we adore long lost innocence In these slime-ridden Kingdoms where we wallow free from the pity, disgust and sorrow far from where light can pierce drowned by the fetid bog beyond the graces of your god Sink in, inhale the ichor why not assume your true form? Join with us this is our blessing unified as one forever biologically entwined Together until the end time. hideous depravity lurks beneath the mask of civility Look to your heathen master for his coming We shall obey him and speak of nothing Mentor of pain and suffering the spawn of the sentient ooze Soon you will drown within him too in the name of the Greatfather, worship him and no other Bestow upon us the sigil, arise from your silent ritual 04. Slave Goo World Stygian minions of esteemed erudition bear witness to the most abject human condition staunch technicians of decomposition breathing life into the lifeless animating his vision all partake in occult calibration realigning the ley-slime for the dark invocation sing on high to the lords long unspoken Reborn into the world through the minds of his chosen Psychic virus from the vast outer reaches marks the grand unification of science and religion In the name of our brethren; the Molluscs lesser lifeforms prostrate before the horror of horrors terrible vistas of a nihilistic future the old cthonic scriptures; the new jurisprudence to usher an era of grand cosmic culture all nations and worlds under the sign of Mollusca Submit your soul, for it's no use to you where you go Beyond the passage of time Embrace the void in which all things were made and destroyed we shall be one in his mind Praise be the name of the dark incarnate Great beast of the all-in-one First of the gods from the formless chaos Kindling the flame of the suns His children most resplendent and pure shall inherit the order of worlds From the lowest dominion unto the mucus throne that this Kingdom might ever endure cast off the flesh become one with the ooze and through the god-mind what's broken is renewed 05. Transilvanian Fungus Airborne pathogens a contorting carcinoma multiplies without end invasive genophagia, irreversible damage dismantling and reassembling their nucleic acid shambling eldritch beast, a mindless vector of disease the brain erodes, flesh calcifies, controlled by endoparasites Your mind and body are not your own, play host to hostile lifeforms Unseen, explosive haze, with every breath you become their slave This world was never yours to begin with and nor will it be in the end As you devour, so shall you be this plague never replete Against this foe there is no victory self-destruction written in the genes The wilderness reclaims these empty streets history is forgotten once thriving metropolises now mortuaries derelict, old and rotten Their cradle is our grave, new life born of decay We prosper from their ruin As our progeny lament, we will not be forgiven The storm on the horizon writes their names in the sky as we gamble the future on the roll of a dice 06. Putrid Fairytale Corrupt ignobility adorned in pilfered gold conceived in sewage by insipid lords of old inbred degenerates languish in squalid halls impotent and superfluous, unable to uphold the basic tenets of the creed usurpers vie to supersede a tired waning hegemony, long bereft of majesty Self-righteous justiciars desire to purify a world of lies, that seeks to purge the earth and sky licentious seditionists; gorge as your planet burns from slime they came, and into slime they shall return Praise the primordial poison pools that gave us form to defy his decree, they dare to bite the hand that feeds The custodians have become the abuser ignorant beings with arrogant ideas They loose a hail of arrows that scorch the eyes of all who gaze but it won't save them from the hell that waits Mythologized transcendence, a paradise is lost No deliverance from the dire cost They've chosen the form of the destructor More of slime than blood their planet torn asunder by plutonium Mercury rising, the surface scorched They descend like rats into the bowels of earth Digging like roaches through a mire of their own self indulgence caught in a web of fate too bloodless to escape No god can save you now for they have no power here within these ashen crypts of suffering and despair the flame ignited in it's heart a chain reaction tearing apart reaching the critical mass The weapon of their futile vengeance The eye, ablaze with radiance that sears against your flesh Dread rumbling in the deep signalling the impending death blinded by a caustic storm the slamming of cyclopean doors held aloft the orb ignites Nowhere to run now from the light Now standing in the presence of a foe conceived by alien gods Never again to feel the sun, it immolates you The Life-age of the universe, a wind that sweeps the world away you feel the weight of every world bearing down on you 07. Salt Thrower Speak to darkness in your lowest ebb; only silence there's no future, only past regrets meditate on them suspended in infinite blackness so numb, agony is no distraction contempt for life replacing sadness Is this clarity or madness? temporary energy and matter the will to live is irrevocably damaged a listless spirit wants to leave the world sweet oblivion vital essence grinding to a halt we are all at fault falling from the creaking rafters pressure, so much worse than you imagined burning, death's umbilica unravels drifting from his sweet embrace gasping for breath, staring in the grave only fear, as what little light left fades And on the pedestal, these words appear "Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!" Negated by the unbearable truth all-consuming psychotic fugue fall to a lightless self-destructive end for there is a monster in the heart of all men Hearken to nightmares of futility enshrined in sleepless terrors born of the mind and upon the horizon of the waking world time stands still. Damnation is our destiny existence is disease Our screams are the music of reality Relinquish all your earthly bonds and bow before the god of madness let him untether you from pain step outside the circle and be saved Crippled by the triviality, the insanity of existing A mockery; this master plan, crushed by the hand of fate No solace in this hopeless cycle at one with fear and the darkness Attain mastery over shadow purge trepidation from your heart Your adversary is within, these mental chains are your prison malignant love of your projected self; a toxic delusion Chaos, decay, withering away the sense of self, starting to fade 08. Limo Vincit Omnia High upon that blasted, fortified plateau within their sanctuary of salt and sorrow Morbid throngs march to the call of umbral gods outside comprehension Dark crusade, from deathless realm they came to amalgamate dimensions certa enim gloria. numquam non parata. Deus noster pro nobis Limo vincit omnia Tainted youth, catechized legions of untruth do they not yet comprehend? Now ensnared by the web of their deceit acquiescent, servile, weak This ritual of loathsome conjuration akashic machinations from shadow priests who utter the gathas of Mollusca that poisons our existence between purity and putrescence they draw power The bloodshed of the ancestors Forsaken dead Sacrificed so the worlds might mend all filaments have opened the shadows bleed infinity spewing forth from the gaping breach We shall dredge the depths of their pestiferous swamp and the last bastion of light shall fall into ruin once besieged, the walls shall liquify beneath the force of Rhaexorog's harrowing screams Twin blasphemies; Kak and Ick shall come together to rouse their father from the nether