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(Snarls from Within the Dark)
That night, the brothers embarked- searching
The shrieking and the warnings should have frightened them away.
They enter the cave. The tomb of their doom
They know not where they walk. They know not what grave harm they do.
They stop in shock. Kept frozen.
Before them was a space. An opening. Filled with a forest of stone. It appeared to fill all of underground.
Approaching, eyes poised on cancerous motile lups, move from tree to tree.
Aggregate on web-like branches. Start to seep and hang.
Growing bigger, bones poke forth. Bends hot stone like membrane sac.
Something lives.
Something breathes
Magma hardens. Huge caccoon.
They let It free
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The Wooden Egg. What it grows will mean deayj for endless moons. It needed the fuel of soul-bound flesh.
It cracks and tears, Its hunger spiked, its power knows no bounds.
(Genesis of Doom)
It makes quick work of the holy brethren. Then follows the hole that they came from. Even the smell makes It mad
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Bloodlust
Algiphilic Bloodlust
Algiphilic Bloodlust
Out in the cold surface world.
Instinct to kill is On.
The cold hurts the heated stone.
Pleasure in pain
Killing...
The BloodFeast.
There is not more to need.
Cold-driven beast of hunger.
It wants
To feed
On you
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Fed On Destruction
They'll send you to hell
A curse on you and your kin to come
Feel it get closer.
Hear bloody torture
Hear the Decapitated Saints
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Lash the Young
Rape the soil
None will grow
None will grow
(Ritualistic Warfare and Torture)
Make the whip come down upon them, leave the burned that way.
You must drive them down to where Hell awaits
Rip.
Rip them down.
Rip them down.
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Frozen in ignorance I cannot understand.
Screaming on the screen shouting on the tube.
Got to get out have to be free.
Thaw.
Iceberg of knowledge waiting to be heard.
Confronting millions in mass appeal.
No one seems to care needs heats to.
Thaw.
(Repulsion, Nausea, Disgust, and Pleasure)
Struggle for survival push out the truth.
Turn of the dial i hear it again.
Actions getying critical heat will.
Thaw.
Entertainment was captive source.
No one listened the heat was strong.
They schemed for life watching doom.
Thaw.
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When the Daylight cracks down on me it buries me
In a dream of dark despair. I can't Leave
I feel the resistance start to fade quickly.
And I feel like it's my time to go.
The light is tearing me within
The crack rips out through my brain
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The night has passed.
And at once, sear,
pain, and discomfort. I can not go on once more
I make my plea
(Muffled Screams of Futility From Deep Within the Soul)
It is too bright.
I can not go on
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And off one wen to end his own life
no further one thought, by his own knife. Once worn, the veil was lifted.
(Pain and Recoil)
I don't want to know anymore
The regret
What's been done
cant change.
I feel my senses begin to leak and fade
into not.
I fall on the ground.
(Coughings and Spasms of a Solitary Death)
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Demo #1 by Ootheca. Recorded June-August 2019. Raw Black Metal with Brutal Death and Slam influences
Guitars, Bass, Vocals- Mike West
MIDI Drum Tracks written by Mike West
Puking sample and logo done by Dan Snyder
Artwork by Mike West
OOTHECA IS LOOKING FOR A DRUMMER IN NORTHERN NEW YORK - If you like this and you're interested:
email:
OothecaofBones@gmail.com
twitter: Ootheca (@Ootheca9)
Mail to: Ootheca
1027 County Route 33
Chateaugay NY, 12920
released September 20, 2019
