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Slutet (Compilation, 2015)

by Slutet

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DAY 1. SIRENS WAIL IN WEIRD, LOW FREQUENCIES, VIBRATING THE HAIRS ATTACHED TO SOMETHING WEAK AND DYING, UNAWARE OF ITS OWN RAGING SICKNESS. MIGHTY TEMPESTS ABROAD THE HORIZON GATHER TREACHEROUSLY IN STRENGTH, AND BENEATH THE CRUST, THE FIRES SCOLD THE EARTH'S FOUNDATION. SOME FEEL THE EARTH'S CORE SHIVER, AND THE STENCH OF WARM BLOOD; MOST, HOWEVER, FEEL SOME OTHER SHIT. BUT ALL IS SILENCE. THIS IS THE DAY THEIR LORD RESERVED FOR SACRED REST, WHICH IS BITTERLY SARCASTIC BECAUSE TODAY, NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEIR PRECIOUS LORD... "TODAY WE'RE ALL HAPPY AND TODAY WE LAUGH; TODAY, WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS LORD; TODAY THE LORD CAN NOT DO A SINGLE THING FOR US! SO WE BRING DISGRACE OVER OUR LORD'S WORD". THE FIRST DAY IS THE DAY OF SILENCE. DAY 2. A NAUSEOUS STORM WHIPS THE GLOBE INTO FURY AND MADNESS; MOLOTOV COCKTAILS THROWN IN ARROGANT FACES. HUMAN FEET TRAMPLE THE BODIES OF THE POLICE; THE SCENT OF FUCKED HUMAN MEAT AND WARM ASPHALT. THOUSANDS OF BLACK SCREENS REPORT FROM THE FRONT LINES OF THE FINAL CATASTROPHE. THE MOB MOVES LIKE SCARED CATTLE, CHASED LIKE COWS INTO THE ABATTOIR. SKYSCRAPERS STAND AS IRONIC MONUMENTS OVER THE COMPLETE FAILURE AND DISRUPTION… THE WORLD LEADERS JOIN HANDS IN THE FOURTH CIRCLE OF HELL. ONLY THE CACOPHANY OF THE HORNETS AND LOCUSTS SHALL SOUND AT THE VERY END, ALONGSIDE THE NOISE OF DYING PEOPLE BLEEDING IN THE STREETS, CURSING THEIR COUNTRIES, THEIR BELOVED FLAGS, CONDEMNING THEIR ORIGINS IN BITTER CYNICISM AND HOPELESSNESS; THEIR EYES OBSERVE THE PLANET'S OWN LITTLE 9/11… THE SECOND DAY IS THE DAY OF THE DOWNFALL. DAY 3. THE TOTAL INDIFFERENCE OF THE EARTH TOWARDS ALL HUMAN LIFE BECOMES PAINFULLY APPARENT. SO, TRY TO BLOW YOUR HORNS - BLOW YOUR BRAZEN HORNS! ALL THERE IS IS SILENCE; THERE IS NO AIR LEFT... FROST WINDS FUCK THE EARTH UNTIL ITS CRUST IS ICE; THE THIRD DAY IS THE DAY OF CATASTROPHE DAY 4. YOUR FACE IS A DEAD SUN PUKING BLACK RAYS INSTEAD OF WARM LIGHT ACCOMPANIED BY THE EERIE SILENCE OF MUTE PEOPLE DYING. THE FOURTH DAY IS THE DAY OF DARKNESS. DAY 5. PILES OF HUMANS CONVULSE EPILEPTICALLY, LIKE INTIMATE LOVERS IN THEIR WARMEST MOMENT, SHUDDERING RETARDEDLY AT THE POETRY OF LIFE; THEY VOMIT WORDS IN EACH OTHERS FACES: THE SATIN BED OF THE WORLD, EMBROIDED WITH ALL IMAGINABLE BEAUTIES, IS DISCOLOURED WITH THE RADIANT BLOOD OF ALL BODIES SQUIRMING ON IT. THE FIFTH DAY IS THE DAY OF HYSTERIA AND THE FADING OF HOPE. DAY 6. SIRENS NOW WAIL IN DISTURBING OCTAVES, DEAFENING THE EARS OF ALL HOPEFUL CHILDREN. TERROR AND DARKNESS FOLDS IN THE ROBES OF TOMORROW: THE WISE START THEIR SOBBING REPENTENCE WHILE FOOLS STILL LINGER IN PASSIVE STATES OF TERROR. "FAST NOW! NOW WE NEED OUR LORD AT LAST!” CHOOSE YOUR FINAL SOLACE; PRAY TO WHATEVER SHIT GOD THAT PROMISES THE MOST PLEASANT PARADISE! IF THERE IS ANY DIGNITY LEFT IN THE HUMANS, MAY IT ALL DRIVE US TO SUICIDE. THE SIXTH DAY IS THE DAY OF DESPAIR. DAY 7. THE AURA OF ALL HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT GROWS DIM; MOTHER NATURE STRANGLES HER OWN THROAT... DEN SJUNDE DAGEN ÄR SLUTETS DAG.
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WE THROW ROSES AND SMALL BIRDS INTO THE GAPING ABYSS AS A GESTURE OF SOLEMN GRATITUDE, LIKE PRIMITIVE MEN PAYING REVERED TRIBUTE TO THE SPIRIT OF A GREAT, GREAT ENEMY; WE OFFER OUR BODIES TO THAT GREAT, MONSTROUS DEPTH, PROCLAIMING IN A MANTRIC THROBBING OF THE VOCAL CHORDS A MOST SINCERE RESPECT TO THE MAGN-IFICENT DEVIL THAT ALMOST SWALLOWED US WHOLE. THE LINE BETWEEN WEAKNESS AND STRENGTH CUTS OUR BATTERED HEARTS IN TWO; CAN WE, THEN, ENDURE THE YOKE WE HAVE HUNG OVER OUR SWEAT-STAINED, BRUISING SHOULDERS? WE RETREAT DAY BY DAY TO AN OVERPOWERING ENEMY, BUT THE SPOILS ARE GREAT RICHES WE CAN NOT IMAGINE FOR OURSELVES A LIFE WITHOUT. IGNOMINY MATES WITH TRIUMPH AND THUS LIFE IS BEGOTTEN; WHEN DARKNESS REARS ITS UGLY FACE TOWARDS MINE, I FEEL! I CARVE MY INSIGNIA INTO MY OWN WHITE FLESH; MY GENITALS EVOKE A PROFOUND REPULSION; I DISTURB THIS UNENVIABLE SHROUD OF FLESH - THIS SWOLLEN MASS, THIS PINK SKIN, THESE OVARIES, THIS CERVIX, UTERUS AND CLITORIS...THESE FRAIL STRAWS OF BLONDE HAIR PROTRUDING FROM MY ITCHING SCALP... THIS REFLECTION SEEMS TO DISDAIN BOTH ME AND YOU ALL. NOW; LET THE WARTHOGS OF HUMANITY BROWSE THROUGH THE SHIT OF OUR STINKING LATRINES; LET THE SWINE DRINK FROM THE RIVERS OF THEIR OWN ACIDIC VOMIT ALONG WHOSE BANKS WE WALK. YOUR MOTHER CRY TEARS ON YOUR STINKING CADAVER, LIKE A PAID WHORE. YOU DO NOT EVOKE A PROFOUND SENSE OF SELF-RESPECT… YOU FEEL SHALLOW. WE REAP OUR CROPS IN YOUR CULTURE'S WINDTHROWS.
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HERE WE HAVE THE LEPERS! A HUNDRED BODIES MOVING AS ONE. SNEAKING TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, WALKING CROUCHED IN THE DITCHES BESIDE THE ROYAL CHARIOTS; BESIDE THE CARAVANS OF WORTHY PEOPLE, LIKE SICK CATTLE. EVICTED FROM EYES, CONDEMNED TO A FILTHY CORNER OF ALL MINDS; THE FEATURELESS FACE IN THE MOVED AUDIENCE: THEY NEARLY SUFFOCATE TO DEATH BY EACH MINUTE. THEIR UNFINISHED YAWNS COLOUR EMPTY FACES IN WEIRD TONES. THE VIRGINS MOCK THEMSELVES WITH OWN FINGERS. THE BLESSING HAND RETRACTS AND THE PALM CLOSES. THEY COVER THEIR GENITALIA IN FETID GALL AND PROCEED TO LOVE SLUM HOUNDS, AS THEY DO WITH MEN. THE BEASTS CONQUER THEIR MOIST VAGINAS - BESTIAL SEMEN COLOUR THEIR INTRUDED HOLES. TORRENTIAL SPOUTS OF BLOOD-CLOTTED PLASMA. THEIR PROLAPSED WOMBS MOANING LIKE A MILIARD ORGANS. THIS IS THE BIRTH-SITE OF DEPRAVATION, WHERE IT’S MOTHER WRITHES IN LABOUR! THIS IS ALL SOURCE OF DEPRAVATION; WHERE PEOPLE LIVE BY IDEALS THAT ARE NOT THEIR OWN, AND WHERE THEY HAVE SUNKEN SLOWLY INTO THE QUICK-SANDS OF PASSIVE CONSENT, AND WORSE YET IS THE MOST HIDEOUS SUBLEVEL OF THIS DEPRAVATION; THE CESSPOOL WHERE VOICES DO NOT RING LOUD, AND THE FLAMING TONGUES WANE IN THE COLD AIR, WHERE SELF-DECEIT AND SELF-LOVE UNITE IN A MOST ABSURD, DOWNRIGHT TASTELESS MATRIMONY. THEIR FEET STAND ON MURKY GROUND; THEIR FEET ALL SINK INTO THE ORDURE; THEIR WOMBS ARE BARREN, AND THEY STUTTER LAMENT. BENT-OPEN MOUTHS HAVE HAD THEIR TEETH SMASHED OUT; BODIES ARE RAPED OF SO-CALLED BEAUTY SLEEP. THEY FALTER THROUGH LIVING WORLDS AND AT THE SIGHT OF IT, SHED TEARS AND SOB. RAZOR WINDS BLOT PORTALS, BLOOD AND DIRT AND THEY ARE TERRIFIED! THEY CAN NOT BEAR THE WEIGHT OF TRUTH BECAUSE THEY FEEL PAIN WHEN THEIR ILLUSIONS SHATTER LIKE GLASS MIRRORS, ONCE REFLECTING THEIR UGLY FACES BUT NOW THE SHARDS CUT THEIR PINK FLESH; BLOOD SPURTS OUT; TEARS FALL; LIES SMOTHER, ALL GIVES WAY TO SUFFERING – FOR THESE YOKES ARE HEAVY, AND THEY CRUSH OUR SHOULDERS TO DUST, LEST ONE PREPARE. BUT THIS IS NOT THEIR LIFE! THIS IS A RIVER DELTA OF UNFULFILLED HOPES - CRUSHING DESPAIRS - THE RUIN OF FAILURE AND DESERTION; THEY CAN NOT YET SEE ALL THEIR EMBERS BUT THEY ALL KNOW IT IS THERE SOMEWHERE; A LU-MINOUS SUN IN THE DARKNESS. NOW! CONSUMED BY THE RETICENCE OF ALL DESERTS, IN VISIONS. THE SCENT OF CATASTROPHE EVER PERVADING THEIR NOSTRILS. THE VISION OF IMPENDING DOOM EVER BEFALLING THEIR EYES. THE TASTE OF EMBITTERED GALL EVER CONTAMINATING THEIR TONGUES. THE SOUND OF HOLOCAUST EVER DRONING THEIR EARS… THEIR WHOLE LIFES BECAME ACTS OF REBELLION; THEIR COMPLETE EXISTENCES ARE LIKE RAZOR BLADES RESTING DANGEROUSLY ON THE WRISTS OF TOMORROW'S CHILDREN... RAPED BEAUTY SLEEP…
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Lyrics was improvised upon recording.

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between september 2013 and september 2014 we rehearsed and recorded 3 very crude demo cassettes; although sub-par in many musical and performance-wise aspects, the passion seeping through those recordings were evidentially very real. in 2015, Teratology Sound + Vision (out of Germany) released a tape version of a compilation of selected tracks from the demo cassettes. Later in the same year, Goatowarex (out of China) issued the compilation on vinyl. Manifest of Hate also did a tape repress of it some years later. The first tape edition omitted track 2.

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released April 1, 2015

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