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For every respectable deathster, the return of Suffocation to the scene was one of the most anticipated events of 2004.
The New York band had been off the radar since 1998 with the EP “Despise The Sun,” after producing fundamental chapters of the genre in preceding years such as “Effigy Of The Forgotten,” “Breeding The Spawn,” and “Pierced From Within.”
Suffocation made history in brutal, there's no doubt about it.
Their great merit was in demonstrating to the entire metal scene that even in a genre not known for the technical virtuosity of its representatives, it was possible to combine brutality and heaviness with frightening technical and compositional abilities. This paved the way for numerous imitators who, in the following years, only partially succeeded in inheriting the heavy legacy of these five sinister figures.
The wait was nerve-racking, and Doug Cerrito's departure certainly didn't make it easier, given the indispensable role he always played in the band's songwriting.
Many, including myself, considered them to be dead and buried.
The doubts disappear as soon as “Souls to Deny” begins to play menacingly in the player.
The opener “Deceit” makes it clear: the throne is still theirs, and it's time for the good kids to go to bed.
The Masters have returned.
Heavy, evil, complex; the tracks don't give a moment of respite, transporting us with incessant and relentless tempo changes into a vortex of dark emotions that only Suffocation can give us.
Guy Marchais (ex-Internal Bleeding) does not make us miss Cerrito. Now he's the one—together with Terence Hobbs—to torture the six strings, showing off massive, intricate riffing that is at the same time delightful in harmonic solutions, always unpredictable and stimulating.
Frankie Mullen's growl is monstrously effective in merging with the inhuman rhythmic base created by the relentless steamroller represented by the Boyer–Smith duo.
Mentioning individual episodes would, besides being an injustice, be a big waste of time.
A single warning: don't be discouraged after the first listens. “Souls to Deny” is not an easy album, it takes time to get into your system, but as soon as it starts flowing inside you, it will be very hard to remove it from the player, believe me.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Deceit (04:40)
1. Deceit
For many years I put my trust in you
Perceiving the vows I took that were true
Only to learn all had been lost to you
To search for meanings not truly there
Answers to questions only bring despair
Distractions down the path of our lives
Unforgiving
Was there a point to nine years we had
Selfish thoughts leave you undesireable
Part of me was severed that very day
In the wake of confusion I search, looking
For the answers to questions only reveal
03 Souls to Deny (05:45)
Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised place
To desire a place for you to die, unbeknownst to you thoroughly denied.
Expectations of a fruitful way to live, ungodly not to be achieved by you.
Evil lies, death denied
cursed to walk this pitiful existence
To be taught a certain way to be,
let down by the powers consuming me
Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to the promised place
God has abandoned you pain and misery a gift to you.
How do I deserve all this despite this unholy place
Infliction of desires purging thoughts realized
Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised
04 Surgery of Impalement (03:50)
To dissect the mind impaled of visions a delusional
state from which one neglects
Incise the flesh with delicate precision
as to not disrupt such artistry
To dominate a feild of iniquity undeserving of many.
One must realize a painful demise deeds of tranquility.
Inflicting misery, an instrument of morbidity thrust deep on you.
Conflicted desires will transpire justify what's right.
Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement
The blood drips from my hands
Your flesh is warm upon my face
Impaled with a collection of sickness
To desire that what you recieve
Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement
06 Subconsciously Enslaved (04:23)
Impure thoughts provoke my mind,
undeniable deeds I implore
Sickness helps fill the void, I feel I must react
Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone
Why do I think this way have I been pushed to far
Nothing makes sense to me really what does it all mean
Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone
I feel I must release frustrations on the weak
Inconceivable accomodations
creep in my deviant thoughts
Visions of devoured flesh
sift through the awakened mind
How would it feel to rip you in half
To relinquish the mind may invoke a path
Destined to bring oneself closer to the truth
To deny these thoughts may rid you of insanity
To taste the flesh that consumes you
Subconsiously Enslaved
Death is
So close
Can You
Feel it
Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone
I feel the pain
Flooding the gates
Open the mind
Release the insane
Snapping the chains
To pick the lock
Awaken thyself and release the hate
07 Immortally Condemned (06:02)
To walk amongst the dead
plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood.
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you.
Acceptance from your kind
is only a temporal solution to your misery.
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
of events are forever imbedded in your mind.
For you are never allowed to sleep eternally.
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger.
Intoxicated with the essence of life
blood tastes so sweet
The lives of many course through your veins.
To live off the lives of others seems morbid.
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid.
A lifeless corpse falls to the ground.
As you stand before the waste you create.
A path walked time and time again.
Has darkened the emotionless heart.
To deny the pleasures of feelings
To feel one would certainly starve to death.
But how ironic since death does not become you.
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement
contemplating your role.
You are never ending drawn out
to oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
08 Tomes of Acrimony (04:30)
Etched within the centuries,
bequeathed upon the generations
Litanies guide the baneful,
serve the scourge of enmity
Inheritants taught nothing less
than absolute superiority
Resurrecting what time has seen, pontificating savagery
Echoes of ignorance
Scrolls of hatred and prejudicial idolatry
Words of malice scald the culture while raping society
Spoken tales defile all purity
History enshrines the absurd
Forced to relive the insanity relive
Revert the passages of time, unearth archaic ways
Reset epoch's once dispersed, enslave rationality
Exhibit the bleeding of man's ancient wounds
Share this misguided pain,
conjure the demons of the past
Defy, fall to no demigod
Blasphemous their theologies
Inquisitions punish sinners, justify the genocide
Cleanse the bastards, slay the torrid,
rid the land of stained skin
Words of insolence ordain the future
Plauge the seed of morality
Behold.....the tomes of acrimony
Coercion steers domination, campaign segregation
One feasts the victors fruits,
serfs gorge the ample dirt
Last gasps, stifled by the blood
of intolerance's wrath
Defy, beseech no demigod
Subordinate, all distant creeds
One creator to punish sinners, capitulate genocide
Denounce the bastards, slay the torrid,
slay all sons of stained skin
Words of ignorance defend no logic
Fuel the flames of idiocy
Behold.....the tomes of acrimony
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