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by Nekroi Theoi

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Doxology 04:17
Praise God from whom all blessings flow Praise Him all creatures here below Praise Him above ye hea'nly hosts Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Amen
The innate instinct of God is to consume All He creates All He speaks into existence with His fetid breath Is to die and be devoured by soil The dead are consumed Excreted to feed the mangled pelt of the earth And consumed again In this endless cycle of death Adulation is extorted Praises are bled From the ever-crackling throats of a wheezing proletariat God ingests and creates in substitution All substitution degrading Ingested once more Our beautiful, serpentine god rests Coiled atop the universe Ouroboros of shit Crying out and striking as the infant does Crying and striking As the Holy Petulant Infant does Blessed are we, His children Inasmuch as the young crocodile is blessed to be the sustenance of its mother We, given in baptism to His holy saliva We, purified within His divine gut We, reborn, crawling from the profane yolk of His ebullient feces May the exalted stench of His afterbirth guide us into each others’ arms As we cower beneath His ever-flowing tears Of Rage And Sulfur And Sewage O' Lord, all powerful and bankrupt of shame Whip our backs and take us into Your frail arms To chew our weeping faces To pass us back into the sour soil Again and again Forever There was only ever one design: Suffering
"Shall we use Your Holy Shroud To cover the most profane blood of our young? Yes we shall For the garb of His bride must remain white" Woe is the word of the Law And the Word was with God And the Word was God Let His bride be ever washed in the blood of her children Let those who speak dissonance be silenced Let their severance be as banal as The Word This house shall remain Shall grow Let the children's blood be its mortar Invocated to metamorphosis By those that feed on the petals that fall From their split flesh Cast out all dissent And we shall grow mighty Shall feed His toothy maw And we feast on the scraps Hosannah in the highest We are blessed by your vomit Under the banner of Jabez we forge our grand expansion With the hollow husks of our excommunicated We decorate our holy festival Agnus Dei Agnus Dei Agnus Dei We raise our hands to thee No liturgy outlined But these patterns are Holy Banal inspiration Banal worship Banal communion Banal Christ Let us feed upon Him Let us feed our convicted to Him Let us drink of His blood Let us bleed those who doubt Christ of Corruption Shall we use your Holy Shroud To cover and mop the most vulgar blood of our young? Yes, we shall For the garb of His bride must remain white
Swine Cull 03:15
No excuses No valid rationale For such a widespread violence Upon those that keep the machine moving This cursed bird is bloated and wheezing As she limps towards her death Infected by the colonial parasite The parasite of capital Not corrupted But functioning as designed Feeding their wage slaves false promises Of fair opportunity Generations long dogma of an alleged meritocracy No material evidence Another false god Gut the fucking pigs Ransack where they live Let their beds of profit Be their fucking coffins No mercy for those who Reap the surplus of the Sweat from our brows No compromise until We the workers get the Freedom we've earned Freedom from suffering to survive Freedom from employers dictating how we live our lives Unbound by the chains that force unethical expansion Able to achieve true humanitarian enhancement A material step forward to a better world No gods No kings No CEOs
Praise be to the Lord of the Firmament Fuck the world as You see fit Let the black waters ejaculate forth Carry us away into another cull All that is smote is a deserving victim All that burns shall be blessed Jehovah-M'Kaddesh Purify us and rake us through the brine Let the coals of Your Holy Indifference blister our iniquitous skin That we may shed into the bright red of young nerves That you may whip us into a new calloused holiness Adonai Direct us in your Holy Wars Guide our hands as we cast down the reprobate and deviant As we feed them to your putrid maw Let your chains upon us extend beyond our wrists To envelope the Earth For Thou art the Word And Thy Word shall be a violent storm to terraform your temple Qanna Forgive us our idols Forgive us as we scramble to feed our bloated guts Blessed be the famine You bestow upon us That it may make us hunger for Your divine beating Forgive us for our doubts Forgive us for our blasphemous reason Forgive our folly as we have looked to the stars and within ourselves Jehovah Shammah Thou art with us As our shepherds prey on the flock in Your temples Thou art with us As our leaders take our surplus as their mortar Thou art with us As our sentinels slay the unpale Thou art with us As the men made in Your image rape the daughters of Eve As the elders exonerate their own As the masses mock and flay the violated Thou art with us All heresies against thee fall short in their assault Proclamations of theodicy are rendered moot in their presuppositions For all movements of Thy Hand are by their very nature Just Each and every terror of this world is the Will of Jehovah And thus is Righteous We, in our pitiful depravity, genuflect before Your violent masturbations As Your Holy Climax quakes the Earth As the crust of Gomorrah swallows thousands We are blessed We offer our thanks to Thee For it is meet and right so to do I fall to my knees In humility before Thy Mighty Fist Begging for an affection I shall never earn The embrace of You, my God The suffocating coil around my walking coffin Blot out all other lights Profane and false are they I seek only the light of the Fire in Thy Gut I stare down the Gullet of Paradise And such a light it is Full of Holy Truths Billions of bloated carcasses shall be the foundation of His Glory Slain by sword, sickness, and His Holy Will The Final Church is crowning All shall be met by Your Infallible Sword Holy is the Lamb Perfect are His movements Author of life Author of genocide One and the same God of Devastation Name Above All Names
In a colony founded on blood Are we surprised to see That blood has become its currency? These tragedies are not defects These are functions of the host We purge each visible blemish But the whole of the organism is corrupt in origin As such it thrives on exploitation And fuels this infernal engine with a deliberate violence There are bodies piled in the name of loyalty These cases are peer reviewed by the world at large Incentive to grow feeds the maw of injustice Kickbacks keep the slave catchers working The hands that feed black bodies into the belly of the machine are caked in blood Pigs feeding pigs Nonetheless the rhetoric of necessity must be avoided For these soldiers of domestic slaughter are only there by choice These men of the unholy cloth kill for pleasure Make no mistake There are no ultimatums Each fallen civilian body falls in vain The Golden Shield protecting its own Their tethered communities left to rot with the corpses of their own
O' Holy God Thine eyes hath seen The river that carves all history That putrid flow March of blood and bone All movements accounted for All souls named and known Thy Holy Tongue spoketh deep into the seed of civilization A truth to anchor us That Thy Word is Thy Essence That Your Truth is unchanging And yet we, Babel that we are, forged new truths Deep blasphemies that struck down Your Holy perimeters In our iniquity We spared those who would seek to defy your divine assignment In our depravity we sought to understand them To love them But You are unchanging (Blessed are we) And the God that forged the canyons Was not a god of love (Blessed are we) Praise be Yahweh Holy Punisher of impurity Let Him purge us of our deviance May his gilded scythe cull our reprobate May the One True God cleanse the human stain You are unchanging (Blessed are we) And the God that forged the canyons Was not a god of love (Blessed are we) Praise be Yahweh O' Ancient of Days Let us suffer through the fire Refine us into Your Image An image too terrible to know Too sacred to shed Let us burn the earth That the ash may mark our allegiance Let us level the forests To lay down the palms of Your return Deceivers have arisen to usurp Thee They who would guide us into an artificial light A light of material birth A truth based on metrics and crude matter This truth is corrupt This truth is constantly in flux Save us from such obscene heresies, God of Abraham, And in Your Sovereign Name We will silence those Who spit such falsehoods Vulgarities by many names Liberation Equality Justice All of these in procreation with each other All of these, sin None who propagate such degeneracy shall be spared Not even the Son of God Patriarch of the Universe May Your Ancient Wrath vomit forth Cover the mountains in Your Judgement Bestow us with piles of bones to construct Your Kingdom Let the marrow of the decadent be the mortar of Your Temples Let the blood of false prophets Precipitate to feed our harvest All who speak against Thee Shall only find legacy in our gut All who question Thee Shall find their answer in suffering They seek to lay siege upon Your Bride With profane weapons of science, inquiry, philosophy, and dark dialectics Their fetid breath spewing that blasphemous word "Why?" An insult An affront A sin itself For we have the answer It has been, as is our God, unchanging In the beginning was The Word And the Word was with God And the Word was God And the Word has been unchanging Has it not?
Empty Glory 04:43
I have lost my touch And my grasp of the arcane has suffered The chords of Orion go unstrung Neither do the harps of Armageddon sing I am weeping in a coffin of standing water The algae has grown to replace my skin To shed means so much more than it once did I stand terrified of what's lost and worse What I cannot gain Time has marched forward while I slept in a bed of opportunity Ghost writers dictate my passionate vociferating Editors stop my breath before it can carve any truth out of our cacophony An effective castration A synthetic growth There is a propagation of identity but nothing is truly created And nothing worthy of timelessness is born So I weep and whittle at the scroll And the page mocks me Telling me tales of what I thought I would be Spent potential and vast worlds gone to waste I weep in a bed of stagnant tears Surrounded by monuments to my voice And my words are nowhere to be found Treading a path of second-hand glory Vicariously living through myself
Dead Gods 10:26
I am deep in the valley I am covered in the shadow I am wallowing in the death And I reach out for You I cry out for You And I hear a voice inside my head That sounds like me And I try to reconcile Rationalize with apologetics In battle against my better judgment Spinning the wheels of my theology To deflect the answers of questions I'm too afraid to ask What am I to do with this? Such a cognitive dissonance If the truth is really what I seek Then why is this so threatening? My savior so real and powerful Reduced to a name in a gallery My god so mighty and tall Was it ever even You at all? My rock Falling apart Without You What is my truth? I have been striving so long to emulate Your spirit Why has my greatest moral conviction come in the form of denying You? The damage I have wrought I cannot erase But if I seek to move forward in any sort of truth I cannot move with You This is where I must decide Do I pursue what is holy? Or do I fight for what is just Here in the terror of awareness I see the true direction of the path I claim to walk The destination now clouded in the most lucid of fog I squint my eyes to try and make out Your shape I'm searching for any remnants of You Tracing shadows in my mind's eye Losing Your silhouette with every detail made clear around me I thought that it was You who found me in the dark But now as I fumble through that same darkness I feel the cracks in the land But I cannot find Your hand I know where this goes I have always known My perpetual fear Now inescapable as I turn my mind south of what is sacred Every point I obfuscated now cornering me against a painfully concrete wall I would reject the upper hand if I could But I can't escape the truth Since I could form words The only words I knew to form were in exaltation of my gods Gods of capital, gods of patriots, gods of the status quo I saw their flags as the Shroud of Turin I embedded them within my skin I knew that voice in my head was You I knew the bones in the mountains were proof I'm crying out to you louder than ever before GOD PLEASE SPEAK TO ME I am left with an echo and a moment to process This is it This is it This is it To step forward is to step alone The return is denial There is no compromise Here Now My gods die


released May 31, 2019

Recorded between August 2017-August 2018 at Acab Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Emily McGilvray as Smiling Duck Studios
Additional production by Michael Rumple and Steven Ostroske
Album art by Luke Phillips and Kasay Hicks


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Brutal Death Metal against the status quo, from Tampa FL. On Prosthetic Records.

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