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There is still blood, exquisite dishes with a light and subtle taste of death, and, of course, children not very lively hanging upside down. In addition to these details that characterize the artwork of the brutal-death metallers Avulsed, we find well-crafted and gutsy music.
Unfortunately, I am only now discovering these Spaniards who have been active for over ten years. Their particular style is characterized both by the typical brutal-gore and by small influences of Swedish melodic death.
The end result of the product is more than good, I would say, as each of the songs stands out from the others. If you're also interested in the lyrics, you'll find some well-written texts by these talented (and disgusting!) guys. Ten songs for 50 ENTIRELY PLAYED minutes. For fans of Mortician and the brutal company, this is absolutely something not to be missed! A cd just for you lunatics! I join the meal... all strictly human-based...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Devourer of the Dead (04:53)
Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter
Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me
Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones
The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search
Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn
Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead
Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat from the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last
Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms
[Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips]
Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms
Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat of the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last
Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead
Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn
05 Daddy Stew (04:32)
When mommy died the family had to continue
Years passed and daddy got a hot new girlfriend
The two sons were not satisfied with the situation
Life at home was getting tensed and unbearable
The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home
And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
Cooking a daddy stew
To celebrate their dads birthday she stabbed him
One stab for each year he has lived, namely fourty four
She cut his body off into countless bits and made a stew
Then she served it to the two brothers who ate it well
The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home
And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay
Cooking a daddy stew
10 Decrepit Sigh (06:56)
Darkness surrounds me
In my sorrowful agony
I feel my death is near
And its corroding my mind
Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise
Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot
My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh
Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise
Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot
My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh
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