Monstrous Butchery, by Roast Dead

Monstrous Butchery

by Roast Dead

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A limited first run of the second full length from Roast Dead, aiming to bring the heaviest of traditional death metal sensibilities back to the forefront of the genre.

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1.	TOPSIDE YOUR HEAD 02:58	lyrics	buy track
Topside Your Head Slicing the skull Perfect path Correct cut Quivering brain Once you have a taste it will drive you insane Preparing the head Removing the hair Human cranium Fear the nightmare Clean cut Cringe much? Cheap meat Eat out? Gnawing and tearing and biting the way Chewing and chomping into the grey. Dead meat Dead brain Sweet meat In pain Taste the flesh of your fellow man, let me prepare the perfect cut. Topside Your Head. Eat it up Eat your own brain Malleable tension, schizophrenic tendencies, Multiple personalities, surging forth from the first taste Butcher, butcher, consume, am i alone in this room? Correct cut Quivering brain Once you have a taste it will drive you insane Preparing the head Removing the hair Human cranium Fear the nightmare Clean cut Cringe much? Cheap meat Eat out? Coagulated cranial gloop, spooned in, followed by your flickering eyes. Human meat is the sweetest, especially when it comes from your own head.
2.	MONSTROUS BUTCHERY 03:51	lyrics	buy track
MONSTROUS BUTCHERY Dragging the corpse out onto the slab Swinging down with the cleaver Cutting into meat Some might call me fucking mad But all I want to do is Serve the customer Chopping the corpse into portions Human flesh prepared Just for you to eat Monstrous butchery I’ve got enough corpse to feed you all today I’ve got enough dead for your take away I’ve got some choice cuts Locally sourced meat I’ve got enough for all of you to fucking eat Eat the dead flesh! Dragging the corpse out onto the slab Swinging down with the cleaver Cutting into meat Some might call me fucking mad But all I want to do is Serve the customer Chopping the corpse into portions Human flesh prepared Just for you to eat Monstrous butchery I am the master butcher Blood stains my apron I am the master butcher Death stains my soul Dead bodies, they are brought here to me, to chop and cleave. Waste not, want not! A premium price, for a premium meat. All neatly packaged for you to fucking eat. Dead humans everywhere What did you expect? Wait to you see my cages Filled with human veal Trapped and tortured Tasty tender meat I’ll tell you what There on a two for one deal Eat the dead flesh!
3.	LOPPED 03:12	lyrics	buy track
Lopped Lopped Cleave and a chop Heave and a drop Dead body down No one around Ruthless undead execution No more living human scum. Cleave and a chop Heave and a drop Dead body down No one around Severed head, lopped off quick. Piles of skulls, covered in shit. Cleave and a chop Heave and a drop Dead body down No one around You’re pieces of meat into the end, there is no other way… Lop the fucking head off It don’t mean a thing Chop the fucking head off Forget it with the rest Cut the fucking head off Useless piece of shit Rotting where you fell, you don’t mean a thing. Lopped.
4.	SLUICER 03:44	lyrics	buy track
Bent and broken Smashed into pieces Fucked with a knife Forced in the fridge Body parts don’t look so smart once they’ve all been mangled Beaten black and blue, fucked and forced to chew Nothing left but flesh and bone Identity erased Prepared into pulp, There’s a new juice in town Full of protein, with chewy chunks…. Produced by the local population. Sales increase, civilizations disintegration All fucked with an incest taste Factory operating with blackened hearts Evil minds and eager tears This fucked place It thrives on fear Evil minds and eager tears Sales increase every year Sluiced and juiced Blended into liquid Horrifying screams The product is complete Blood Guts Death Sluiced and juiced Blended into liquid Horrifying screams The product is complete Business venture reaps rewards again and again Death is irrelevant until the fucking end Sluiced and juiced Blended into liquid Horrifying screams The product is complete Once was not enough Greed will never end Kill kill kill kill Pay to drink the swill Death and cash People mashed Death and cash Evil lasts.
5.	OLD BONES 04:14	lyrics	buy track
OLD BONES Old bones Old bones kept in a cupboard For generations we kept them there The bones of our ancestors The ones our family turned upon and ate The ritual feast Is held once a year when the moon hangs low Soon it will be time to bring the bones forth and conjure their spirits again Spirits screaming, howling in pain Incantation continues and soon the bones bear the ethereal flesh for us to eat again. For once was not enough, the spectral flesh must be consumed. Howling Feasting Drooling Shuddering Imbued with ghostly powers Once again the wretched relatives have been eaten. Body wracking in contorting spasms as the spirits surge through veins Howling to the sky and shaking the old bones, frenzy awakened in our eyes Mind filling with murderous intent, from our family hall we break free Running across the moor to the nearest village, hungry for more meat. The killing erupts as we enter the houses of the peasants. Death and glory be our name, meat and blood shed into fame Forever feasting in the eternal gory glory of our past Our past Feasting and fearing the dreaded night. When all hell breaks loose from spectral flesh. Our family’s insane, murderous rage Oh woe be us, who live in this dark age. Old bones
6.	TO THE FACE 03:19	lyrics	buy track
TO THE FACE Knife To the face Hatchet to the face Screwdriver to the fucking face Hammer to the face Bottle to the face Stiltson to the fucking face Blood all over the place Blood all over the place Die, die, die You fucking disgrace Knife To the face Hatchet to the face Screwdriver to the fucking face Hammer to the face Bottle to the face Stiltson to the fucking face Glorious mess, revelling in revenge Scoop the mess, from the skull Boil it down, with a bay leaf Reduced and seasoned My next victim, must be getting hungry Time to serve the dish, it will be delish Spoon right up to the face Smell right into your nose Eat it! Into the face Gore and more into the face Choking as I feed you faster Squirming to my maniacal laughter It was your dead friend that I fed to you Vomiting as I tell you this All caught on my camera, internet viewers have paid me good money to witness this Frustrated with your lack of intake My furious temper overtakes me again The crimson cycle repeats, only the prettiest will do.
7.	SPINAL TAPIOCA 02:30	lyrics	buy track
Spinal Tapioca Broth of Nerves, torn from the back Spinal column and embryonic sack Removed in all its glorious agony So much more in ecstasy One more slice into the back Severing nerves and cutting bone Torn with force, flung in the cauldron Spinal Tapioca Spinal Tapioca Horrendous pain made this dish I disregarded your final wish. Invoking evil, boiling gore. Chewing nerves you know you want more! Spinal Tapioca, Gruesome gruel of fiends Spinal Tapioca, Grovelling ghouls in steam Vertebrae construct, forming from the dish Howling in the vapour, death inhaling dead! Back Bones Necromantic fever Back Bones Stare into the steam Spinal Tapioca, Gruesome gruel of fiends Spinal Tapioca, Grovelling ghouls in steam Vertebrae construct, forming from the dish Howling in the vapour, death inhaling dead! Back Bones Necromantic fever Back Bones Stare into the steam Bubbling visions, slurping broth, Awake to restraints on the rack Torturous memory returns without a shred of doubt Pain remains in back, whilst rest of body slacks Without a spinal column your nothing but a fucking sack! Spinal Tapioca Spinal Tapioca
8.	CHIP CHOP 03:01	lyrics	buy track
Chip, Chop. I ran them all over, I had to they were searching for me. I had to pull the hair from my bumper and drag the bodies into the back of my van. There may have been the odd tooth left on the road but not much more to worry about. I floored it back to my place, running the lights. Soon they were tied and bound, I smiled in delight. One was definitely dead, but the other I couldn’t be sure? Sharpen and prepare, the look on the victims face, ultimate despair. Chip, chop, pinned you to the ground Chip, chop, the cleaver swinging down Chip, chop, right through the bone Chip, chop one begins to groan Screaming in joy, continue to cleave Chip, chop, hear their fearful moans Chip, chop, nothing left to rot Chip, chop, one more for the pot Chip, chop, time for you to fry! Bits of the dead, sizzling skin, juicy flesh, tender meat, human feet, hair and rot, I eat the lot.
9.	INGREDIENTS FROM THE BATTLEFIELD 04:10	lyrics	buy track
Ingredients from the battlefield Dead eating death, eating dead, the fallen Ingredients from the battlefield Scouring the aftermath for body parts, to take back to my base. Feeding the troops, with their fallen comrades. I’ve told them, it’s horse meat. But the sick truth is that it ran out weeks ago The sick truth, is that to eat is to live. Do you want to starve? Do you want to die? Or be fed a tasty lie? Human stew, nutritious broth, cannibal cuisine or dead, starved and chucked straight in the latrine Either way in the end its death. Eating death, eating dead, the fallen. Ingredients from the battlefield. Scavenged corpses, bits blown apart, smoking husk, dead tank, inside fried meat, carving the corpse, retrieving the meat, the men must eat, My tasty lie! Sack full of parts, I can only venture out at night, avoiding the lights, avoiding their eyes. If I was caught, I would be court marshalled and shot. Thrown in the latrine pit. Either way in the end its death. Eating death, eating dead, the fallen. Ingredients from the battlefield. Do you want to starve? Do you want to die? Or be fed a tasty lie? Death.
10.	EYES PIE 04:03	lyrics	buy track
Eyes Pie Surrender, surrender to the taste. Gelatinous bake of gooey eyeballs. Bite in, chew on oculus delight. Harvested from the living tonight Vision sacrificed for the dish. Taste your own eyes. Eyes Pie. Vomit it up, surrender to the taste. Eat it again. Eyes Pie. Surrender, surrender to the taste.
11.	CALF SLICER 02:57	lyrics	buy track
CALF SLICER The dead of night, nothing stirs, there is no light. Deep in sleep, in a dream, unaware of me. Night vision, surgical precision Death mission, perfect conditions Fear, fear the calf slicer. Climbing the stairs, my sharpened blade in hand. So sharp, it will leave no mark, Below the knee, the incision will be made, As quietly as I entered, I will fade away. Pulling back the covers, the naked flesh of legs It is a slow cut, so precise, so fine, it does not even bleed Awaken, in the morning, oblivious to intrusion. Move from your slumber, bleary eyes, stand upon the floor Cut opens, back of your legs, blood spills across your bedroom floor Panic grips, before you can scramble for the phone, the blood flows even more Bleed out Fear, fear the calf slicer. Bled out upon the floor, You are nothing, forever more Slice was made, in the night Yet another victim of the knife.