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
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.
