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.
Includes unlimited streaming of Monstrous Butchery
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
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.