LOCAL SHOWS:

03.15.10 - Howlin Wolf (NOLA) at ten pm with Torche, Carusella, and Haarp.

03.20.10 - Baton Rouge with 54R and Black Market Ministry.

04.25.10 - The Brockhaus (BR) at seven pm with Brother Ghost and Andrew Martin's new band.

 

We have plenty of new records out and plenty of old records still in print.  We're greedily clinging to our copies in order to appease all the salivating locals, whose eyes we have to peer into day after day after day.  Please get in touch with the labels who released the records to do direct mailorder or wholesale--all of them are run by nice, sensitive people.  If you want to get everything in one place--Gilead Media, Halo of Flies, and Robotic Empire generally carry everything we put out for folks in the US; for overseas get in touch with Feast of Tentacles or Vendetta.  That being said, we ARE doing mailorder on the split 7"s with Haarp and the Peasant LP.  And if you end up grabbing one of those records, you're more than welcome to pick up anything else we have available directly from us.  Distros, get in touch about wholesale on the those records.  We also have a few shirts we'd love to get rid of.  Help us put an end to things.

Sometime in the spring, we should be done with the Baton Rouge EP and the splits with Moloch, the City is the Tower, Pygmy Lush, Human Intruder, and that Gulf Coast four way.

We won't be doing any touring until the next full length (Summit) is recorded in February.  After that, we have a few little weekend things planned for nearby and a three week west coast tour this summer with our pals Moloch from Nottingham, England.  Check the tour page for details.

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Intellectual Ammunition Department | Upcoming Tours | Visual Concepts | Baton Rouge - New Orleans Underground | Rogues Guild | The Blight

By Endurance We Conquer (Summit)

Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending.  We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse.  Colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines.  Aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless.  Earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls.  Or so we would have you think.  But magic is willpower.  Willpower is magic.  Self-knowledge is the key to the perfect control of the will.  After having the decades of our youth replaced with worker bee indoctrination, after suffering their taunts and sneers, after being crushed under the pillars of heaven--the bonds we make and the bonds we break ever come crashing down.

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Voices in the Wilderness (Sterling)

The death throes of daylight set the sky ablaze.  Silent pyres are heaped with the bodies of the meek.  A twilight inferno:  prelude to utter blackness, the Erlking's only boon.  In the shadow which offers no relief we explore the caverns of thought and pluck stars from the sky, striving.  But armour wrought from rhetoric and axes blunt by willful ignorance offer no protection--only shackles and an early demise.  Excise guilt.  Abolish doubt.  Is there no escape from Ahimsa's snare?  Natures face be stained red by claw and tooth.  But even rusty tools--misshapen and vile--have there uses.  There can be no room for the weak.

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Bonnet Carré (Louisiana)

Heads shake at self inflicted misfortune.  Hands wrung of responsibility.  Ears covered from the ringing trumpets of fact.  Father created from the black froth swept off the rim of the cauldron of creation.  We are maggots, and we are worms writhing in the marshes of refuse.  Flee!  Flee!  Sink to hands and knees.  Crawl through the much, shrunken genitalia beating against bellies and thighs.  Wretched, disgusting beasts.  That tree which no man knows has been hewn to it's roots and set ablaze.  Our faces are bleached in its ashes.

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The Butcher's Bill (Human Intruder)

We're always crying that we want to be free. But when the shadow of danger looms, and when the mob scents fear: we collectively gasp; we shut our eyes; we abandon our convictions; we grovel and crawl before the Great Seal; we prostrate ourselves before the all-seeing eye of the God of Greed and Poverty and Ownership. Ideology abandoned. Culture abolished. Families destroyed. Psychoses intensified. Consumerist freedom! Limbs and organs decimated. Lives ruined. Spread our disease.

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The Song of Illuminate Darkness (Our Enemy Civilization EP with Salome)

The behaviors imposed by society are but a veneer surrounding the darkness, a saving illusion hollow at the core.  The darkness is the truth.  It stands in silent righteousness, the background that reveals the foreground.  And no human fabrication can supplant it with the dustbin of progress.  Actualize industrial collapse.  We've stolen fire from the gods to raze their concrete tombs.  We've cried our sorrows to the wind and the earth.  And the pines stretch upwards,  Nature's fingers straining towards the sky.  They will reach out and pull down every ivory tower, destroying the elite, and returning arcane knowledge and lore to all.  Now we can remove our masks and seek out vengeance, a saboteur in every occupation and a wrench in every machine.  Remove your masks and find vengeance.  Outside the walls of civilization lies a wilderness beyond belief and without end.

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Shorties With MP40s, The Personal is the Political (Degradation of Human Life EP)

Our sisterhood is a vast and powerful ocean, a deep well of true meaning sustaining consistent and conflicting emotions and giving life value, while the constant flow of the tides caress the sides of impassive rock and create the contours of interaction that touch every layer of society.  We are free! Free of your necrophilic hatred of life. Free of your all-in-my-head self doubt. Endless is our journey through trackless void, shapeless is our movement, assuming any and all forms, elemental is our force gaining wisdom in the face of desolation, and joyful is the sound of Medusa's laughter ringing in our ears.  Although we have been exploited as passive pawns in the mad dash to domination, not even the heaviest most painful nor the most subtle and gilded manacles will keep us imprisoned in the home or racked with guilt over self realization and self control, neither can we be constrained beneath a glass ceiling in the rat race of your job world. Patriarchy ends here. Wisdom is attained in the face of utter destruction. And the joyful sound of Medusa's laughter rings in our ears.

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Fleurs de Mal (Tears That Soak a Callous Heart EP)

The demonic seed of European imperialists has swollen with ripeness.  Its blossoms signal moral decay, salivating to conquer.  A diseased concept of unalienable rights.  A distorted view of sexuality.  A plague upon evolution.  Industrialists and aristocrats--rotting in your fancy suits, burning like cigars hung between weak lips, choking beneath the smokestacks of progress.  Protectors and providers--teachers of self loathing, sentinels of the abattoirs, guardians of status quo.  May you choke on your own masochistic sermons and be ground beneath the heels of conformity.  My dearest comrades and young rebels--We're just more of the same.  Bourgeois shackles of pacifism and inaction enabling oppression.  We are accessories to slavery.  Bound together by invisible reins.  Pulsing through the veins.  The same tumultuous, glorious blood.
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Out of the Mouth of a Fool (Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For EP)

In the place where apathy reigns supreme, in the land of empty stares, in the land of walking corpses--animated wastes of time.  This is our home.  Drenched in a torrent of dissension, raining down poisoned arrows, scarring the landscape, infecting us all.  Neighborhoods separated by vast gulfs of personality.  Action discouraged.  Decadence praised.  Drink from the swollen wineskin, so full of pus.  Bathe amongst the refuse and scum.  Don the cloak of deceit.  Take baleful curses to your lips.  Death to passion.  Death to innovation.  Long live assimilation.
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By Every Hand Betrayed (Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For EP)

Through a boggy haven was cut a swath three miles long.  Into it you dumped tar and concrete, hate and fear.  Standing so tall, even Death would tremble to take you.  Running shoulder to shoulder with lions and wolves.  But you're nothing.  A pack of liars.  Fakers.  Cowards.  Trapped now forever in this ghost town.  Shambling spectres haunting these streets.  Boundaries not set by concrete and bars--boundaries are set by neighborhoods and bars.  You are paralyzed by apathy and cloaked in jaded elitism.  Your wasted potential surrounds me, binds me, suffocates me.  I yearn to retreat from your fortresses of bloated excess.  My ears fall deaf to your stammering quips and shrill complaints.  We stand eternal on the cusp of something great destined to always fall short.  Decimation may be our only saving grace.  Or will we stand eternal?
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Loneliness Dances in the Gorgon's Stare (Tears That Soak a Callous Heart EP)

Those tools which freed us from otherworldly jailors have betrayed us to a pantheon of technology.  What use is limitless knowledge if it cripples us to action?  What use is logic if it drapes us in cruelty?  Soul and intellect remain in a perpetual state of war.  Moral atrophy: The heart grows frigid and distant; the skin becomes scaled and hard as rock; our kings are crowned in their dependence; our only inklings of nature are clouded and obscured.  How we clutch to our breasts philosophies of violence.  How we cling to these meaningless sides.  We are as one suicidal force careening towards a unified end.  Hopes and prayers cannot save us.  But neither can your careful research.  Neither can your complex statistics.  Neither can your precious analyses.  All of your science and reasoning is for naught.
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The Eyes of the World are Upon You (Dwell in the Darkness of Thought and Drink the Poison of Life EP)

Enter panoptic nightmare:  Freedom ignored; hopes of privacy abandoned.  Jeremy--your visions have been realized.  Samuel--the world is now a prison.  An omniscient presence permeates all.  The cold gaze of our superiors spies on us from cyclopean eyes, eavesdropping from a universe away.  All our movements are tracked and recorded.  Blackest night no longer conceals.  Emphasize normalization and observation producing only social fragmentation.  Bureaucrats cling to their paperwork and technocrats cling to their data.  Certificates authenticate life.  Individuals defined in nine digits.  Transparent society: This is not the answer.  Secrets must be exchanged.  Intimacy demands haven.  But in the light of days nothing is sacred.
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Don't Vote (Degradation of Human Life EP)

Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head or that.  Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason.  It's a choice between this diseased hand or that diseased hand.  We are criminals who defy law.  They are criminals who defy freedom.  Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck.  While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a knife in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and fire at every president, every senator, every statesman.  Wake up. There won't be any change.  In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
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I am the Leviathan (Degradation of Human Life EP)

Ten thousand years and what do we have: schools replaced with factories.  Psychic vampires consume our moans, and houses are replaced with cubicles.  For too long have we been dwarfed by monuments to ourselves, toiling in the shadow of collective self worth.  Dialogue has been replaced by the ravings of mind gangsters. But soon this will all be swept under Lotan's tide.  The rubble of the past creates the walls of the future.  Holdouts of civilization tremble.  Nationalistic pride crumbles.  The protracted murder of the planet ends.  Forsake your barren half life.  Unchain the chthonic beasts.
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Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos (Reincarnation Prayer EP)

It began as simple subversion of politics by just a handful of proactive liberals: support from the outside to petty thieves, criminal masterminds, and seething malcontents.  While we re-educated ourselves in confinement, our allies began infiltrating the positions of repressive power.  Many years it would take.  But soon we held all the keys.  And all doors were opened.  The destruction of oppression birthed baptismal flames of a bright, new future.  No more prisons.

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The Work Ethic Myth (Peasant LP)

We have paved the roads that have led to our own oppression.  Fear of the unknown, of rejection, has put brutes and villains in power.  The fetters that restrict our arms and throats were cast by our own hands, just as we have set our own guards at the door.  We drag boulders a thousand leagues to erect their palaces.  We have established a system of education that celebrates sacrifice and creates generations of slaves.  Hold hands in a ritual of deception.  Hold hands in a ritual of desolation.  Hold hands in a ritual of self destruction.  We are the accomplice class: footstools for our masters, spineless bastards all.

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An Age Imprisoned (Peasant LP)

One thousand shattered mirrors could never erase this grotesque image from my mind.  The chains of one million addictions can never ease the discomfort of my consciousness.  Every waking thought centered on this weak, despicable, hideous shell.  In stance and walk and all movement--secrets are laid bare.  Nothing left, but our eyes cannot meet.  Clearly, repugnance dances across your face as you silently laugh at the misshapen husk shambling before you.  Trapped in this decaying tomb, trapped in this wretched prison--confined to flesh.

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Belt of Fire to Guide Me, Cloak of Night to Hide Me (Peasant LP)

Red am I in battle.  Red the ravens at my heels.  I will keep no terms with my enemies.  Always on the point of perishing, always in danger--but to give an inch, to make any compromise, a single concession--is defeat.  Burn away these eyes that seek weakness.  May their quests lead them to the wolves-- to fang, to claw, to axe, to sword.--tearing, ripping, cleaving, left by the wayside of man.  Red am I in battle.  Red the ravens at my heels.

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Burning Black Coals and Dark Memories (Peasant LP)

My mistakes light up the sky, a horde of blazing stars through night's black curtain.  They guide me safely along an endless passage over dangerous waters.  From the summit of a towering mountain, leaping at once to a jagged shoreline, flesh and muscle impaled.  I have destroyed that bridge, but the gift of strength and defiance can never be damaged.  If my haven is but a weight chaining me to stagnation, then I must call to the thunder to break these bonds, escape into the chaos of the burning sands, and surround myself in self destruction.  And surround myself in deconstruction.  So it is the consequence of exploration and expansion.  Alone--self discovery.  Recognition of power.  Isolate intelligence.  I am the emissary.  I am the balance.  I am the beginning.  I am the end.x

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They Stretch Out Their Hands (To Carry a Stone EP)

The fire's light casts shadows across the faces of abandoned gods.  Looming stone monoliths stand silently as a pantheon of superstition burns:  emotional immolation.  The thorned crown of self sacrifice, the horns and fur of immature rebellion, the false personification of nature--gives way to this passionate holocaust, to a reawakening of reason, to the triumph of the will.  The stars' dull shine offers not approval nor any earthly feeling.  It only illuminates our naked forms.  Throw your frail bodies down.  Throw your white bodies down.  Throw your skinny bodies down.  Throw your pale bodies down.

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The Road of Many Names (To Carry a Stone EP)

Pale-skinned, marsh dwellers, emerge from your murky caves.  Wanderlust takes hold.  The way stands clear, a gaping maw set to swallow the future.  We travel across the burning sands to an open coast, greeted with waves of indifference.  Northward--over mountains which rise like spears offering twisted paths, crooked smiles at the abysmal nothingness above.  Oh, these sour times.  We return covered in rags and our filth, dissension in our ranks like our closest friend.  Home has been sacrificed in the harvest of experience.

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Smoke Pigs (Thrive & Decay EP) (one, explanation, two, three, four, five, Jena Six)

Please calm down with all the violent rhetoric.  Some people who put on a badge are just trying to help people--just trying to do some good.  My dad, mom, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, son, daughter is a cop.  I don't want to hear another word about bribery. I don't want to hear about  racial profiling, broken bones, or prison rape--or another unarmed kid filled from head to toe with fifty government-issued bullets.  There is a fundamental flaw in your desire.  There is a psychological deficiency in policing others.  Those who maintain a structure of unjust laws, those who bow to the province of the few, those who would coerce others under the implicit threat of violent subjugation--your reign is at an end.  When they attack in the name of the law, we will retaliate in the name of liberty.

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Their Hooves Carve Craters in the Earth (The Evolution of a Group Under a Bad Influence) (Malfeasance / Retribution)

The memories of revolution disappear as the wind shifts.  But a mighty, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud crime--it rumbles in distant thunder.  And do you not see how the sky grows presciently silent and dark?  Propaganda must be by deed:  insurrection, assassination, bombing.  Resignation is death.  Revolt is life.  I will never willingly wear the chains of your sacred concepts:  Natural Law, Common Humanity, Reason, Justice, The People.  There is no hope in conditioned morality.  I deny everything and affirm only myself.  We can all enter this bitter class struggle.  We are all ordinary workers, natives.  We must rise in revolt if we will rise in this world.  Resignation is death.  Revolt is life.

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The Severed Genitals of Every Rapist Hang Bleeding From These Trees (Malfeasance / Retribution)

These open hands that once would have offered forgiveness and even rehabilitation are now closed fists bludgeoning flesh.  A knife across your throat opens a wide, red mouth forever mute to taunts, to insults, to threats.  You are nothing, empty, worthless.  If only it was enough to lock you away in the deepest, darkest hole.  Swallow the bitterness of my tongue.  Absorb the nectar of my discharge.  Feel my hatred crashing down on you like a hammer--caving in your skull, spilling to the floor all that empty rhetoric about art, betrayal, and desire.  Oh, to string up your naked body like the soulless devil that you are.  To stab and dismember your hanging form.  Let the blood rain down and wash away this pointless shame, this unnecessary guilt, this unbearable violation.  And now decorate the trees with the corpse of past transgression--adornments of vengeance, a forest of abatement, a monument to suffering.  You are nothing, empty, worthless, a black hole.

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Rats and Mice and Swarms of Lice (We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP)

It's not my fault.  I'm a victim of stolen youth, born a villain.  This life impoverished, this mind untrained--where else can I turn but to violence, to the power of intimidation, to attack and abuse?  Forever searching for advantage, any advantage.  It's not my fault.  I'm just following orders.  Maintaining these sacred laws, ever obedient.  Forever searching for any sign of crime, of deception.  Unless crime would serve my own ends, then I attack and abuse.  It's never my fault.  I'm a victim of unwarranted abuse.  Born to privilege, always on top, but always on guard, forever searching for any sign of threat.  We are not safe.   

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Here I Stand Head in Hand (We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP)

That stained light of truth I abhor, that unflinching glimmer of experience...  The world has turned its back and left me with shit.  Nothing inside, only void:  vacant eyes, vacant mind, vacant hope.  Summon the strength.  I was not wrong to be afraid.  The cup of life is forever poisoned.  But if all in this time lies beyond my grasp, then this one final act will be fully in my control.  One brief moment, and I am freed of everything, liberated from this painful existence.

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Tyrant (Tyrant LP)

We're slaves to conditioning.  Hidden eyes judge us from the heavens, unseen fingers choking free will back down our throats.  You can never escape the foul presence of christianity.  And to ignore the divine contradictions, and to reject a fictitious morality, and to scorn superstitions, and to put your faith in logic--this is the path to your damnation.  And you shall know them by the fruit they bear:  intolerance, manipulation, genocide.  All in the name of a god conjured in the imaginations and machinations of men.  How dejected and unfulfilled.  Look to me in hate, pity or indifference--but don't expect longing or acceptance in these eyes, or in these words--not for your pompous egotism, boisterous moral posturing, righteous indignation, or resignation to constant suffering.  I would rather burn in hell than cling to man-made falsehoods.  I would rather live in constant doubt and fear, expecting an unfeeling abyss than embrace false hope or extravagant fairy tales.  There is no great shaper in the heavens.  Nothingness awaits.

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With a Cold, Life Extinguishing Elegance (Tyrant LP or demo version)

What do you want me to say?  What would you have me do?  Must I rip out my own tongue and deafen these ears, stop an uncomfortable conversation before it starts?  Must I tear out my own eyes, so I don't have to watch this constant self mutilation?  Excuses.  Lies.  I swallowed them whole.  Must I bite my lip so hard that a river of blood will choke back the criticism you're sure to hear in my voice?  You cannot stop.  I will not stop.  Excuses and lies, I swallowed them whole.  Oh, godless day with no sun to see that I've gone.  And the night will not miss the breath from my lungs.  It just moves on.

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Fucking Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean (Tyrant LP or demo version)

This freezing chamber is inescapable.  These ashen walls are insurmountable.  Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss.  Endless gloom.  Endless solitude.  A lifeless form.  Twilight eternal.  The current sweeps their bodies to shore.  The last reminder of the death they endured.  Of the oceans depths, they are now sure.  No escape.  Reaper, join us.  Father of death, return to us.  Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss.  We are all lost between hell and the sea.  The surface is shimmering--just beyond our reach.  Why?  Why have we been abandoned?  Shadows grasp at the ghosts of memories.  There is no release.  There is no end in sight.  Tomorrow will never come.  I cannot let go.  I can never let go.

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I Was Ignored.  And Judged.  And Cast Down. (Tyrant LP or demo version)

Fire made flesh.  Renounce the throne.  Screams split the sky.  Fall to the sea.  My heart has been reshaped in flames of treachery, bent beneath the hammering blows of alienation.  It's now a dark thing of iron resolve and unyielding hatred.  Grinding my teeth in contempt...  Free will made flesh.  Renounce the divine.  With black sword in hand, my steps carry me back to my tormentors.  I realize all the grim sternness of my own cold building with its wealth of breathing misery and my own desolate heart to endure it all.  But it is the curse of greatness that it must step over dead bodies to create new life.  And now there is change. The serpent has turned its head to strike its master.  Those suffocating under dominion have broken their chains.  Privilege destroyed.  Wealth ground to dust.  Power laid to waste.  Grinding teeth in contempt, with black swords in hand, stepping over dead bodies, and creating new life.

Monstrance (Tyrant LP)

The enchantment is broken forever.  The bonds are severed.  Now brush away these puppet strings.  No more will I dance to the steady beat of lies.  Get this through your head:  We are done.  The future in your eyes is washed away in reality's tide.  My blind faith is washed away in reality's tide.  Infallibility is washed away in reality's tide.  The ebb and flow that once drew me back has ground me to shore while you're lost at sea.  Wave after wave after wave after wave, the truth finally revealed.  Patience worn away.  Sympathy worn away.  How long did we drag this out?  I you had let me, would I have let it go on forever?  How many times did you look me in the eye and lie right to my face?  Were you just laughing away the whole time?  Or did you just look at me in pity and disgust?  Now we have escaped from beneath the shadow of Ouroboros.  Misery perpetual.  Now I've turned my back on emotional wreckage.  Now I've paid respects to the corpse of hopeful dreams.  Now silence surrounds.  Silence can be broken by reminiscence, by self recriminations.  You were right.  You're not a good person.  And you're not worth my time.  You were right.

 

What Blood Still Flows From These Veins (The Retaliation of the Immutable Force of Nature EP)

Twenty-six years of self-imposed exile.  Now I stagger from the desert, both eyes blind, without hands.  But I still see.  And I must act.  Is there nothing left to do but dissolve my conscience?  What good is sympathy, what good is approval, when everyday I put on this hood and cleave the guilty limb from limb?  Guilty of what?  Of being subordinates to a race of egotistical misanthropes.  We breed them without limbs and then rip them from their mother's womb.  We pack their bodies together as tight as we can, stand them amongst urine and feces.  Inject them with chemicals, livestock hacked apart piece by piece until the eyes we spray with poison just barely make out their impending doom.  But screams can't come from throats covered in cancer.  And there is no willpower left in a heart we infected with AIDs.  Our axes are sharp, but we still cut them slow.  They must feel every agonizing second of pain.  They must know who's in charge.  Ignorance and sloth rule the land.  But an army rises from the ashes of despair.  You can see a forest of black banners on the horizon.  Marching ever so closer.  Marching.

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The Defeatist's Lament (We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP)

Homme mort ne fait guerre et je suis mort.  

 

Unmasked (We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP) | Acceptance (The Retaliation of the Immutable Force of Nature EP)

Reprise (Our Enemy Civilization EP) | Baton Rouge, Louisiana (Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For EP)

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Well Fed Fuck (Clone compilation Volume Two) - originally by Born Against

Are you a good team player?  Remember the boss is your best friend.  Kill your head.

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Screaming at a Wall (Degradation of Human Life EP) - originally by Minor Threat

I'm gonna knock it down any way that I can.  I'm gonna scream.  I'm gonna yell.  But I don't want to have to use my hands.  It's like screaming at a wall.  Someday it's gonna fall.  You've built this wall up around you.  And now you can't see out.  And you can't hear my words no matter how hard I shout.  It's like screaming at a wall.  Someday it's gonna fall.  You're safe inside, and you know it because I can't get to you.  And you know I resent it.  And my anger grows.  You better reinforce those walls until you don't have room to stand.  Because someday those walls are gonna fall.  Someday I'm gonna use my hands.

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Paroled in '54 (Dwell in the Darkness of Thought and Drink the Poison of Life EP) - originally by Agents of Oblivion

Summer blood for fighting dogs.  Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four.  Oh no, he never liked Lincoln at all, my child.  I always thought the sun was just some hole in the sky till now.  As we float this corpse ashore.  Paroled in '54.  The four whores of the apocalypse laugh.  Houses burning full of yellowed photographs.  Of our children in fear disappearing from the ledge.  Is god just an echo I hear in my head?  As we float this corpse ashore.  Paroled in '54.  Summer blood for fighting dogs.  I been everywhere on the same side of some road with you.  The way that I remember being born was like waking from a dream.  I bet your mother never ever heard you SING that song for me.  Somewhere we can't see from here. 

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Into the Void (Through the Empires of Eternal Void EP) - originally by Black Sabbath

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast, up into the night sky they blast.  Through the universe the engines whine.  Could it be the end of man and time?  Back on earth the flame of life burns low.  Everywhere is misery and woe.  Pollution kills the air, the land and sea.  Man prepares to meet his destiny.  Rocket engines burning fuel so fast, up into the night sky so vast.  Burning metal through the atmosphere.  Earth remains in worry, hate and fear.  With the hateful battles raging on, rockets flying to the glowing sun.  Through the empires of eternal void, freedom from the final suicide.  Freedom fighters sent out to the sun escape from brainwashed minds and pollution.  Leave the earth to all its sin and hate and find another world where freedom waits.  Past the stars in fields of ancient void, through the shields of darkness where they find love upon a land, a world unknown where the sons of freedom make their home.  Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves.  Leave them to their future in the grave.  Make a home where love is there to stay.  Peace and happiness in every day.

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Sweat Leaf (Through the Empires of Eternal Void EP) - originally by Black Sabbath

Alright now.  Won't you listen?  When I first met you, didn't realize.  I can't forget you, for your surprise.  You introduced me, to my mind, and left me wanting, you and your kind.  I love you.  Oh you know it.  My life was empty, forever down.  Until you took me, showed me around.  My life is free now.  My life is clear.  I love you, sweet leaf, though you can't hear.  Come on now, try it out.  Straight people don't know, what you're about.  They put you down and shut you out.  You gave to me a new belief.  And soon the world will love you, sweet leaf.

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Lord of This World (Through the Empires of Eternal Void EP) - originally by Black Sabbath

You've searching for your mind don't know where to start.  Can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart.  You think you know but you are never quite sure.  Your soul is ill but you will not find cure.  Your world was made for you by someone above.  But you choose evil ways instead of love.  You made me master of the world where you exist.  The soul I took from you was not even missed.  Lord of this world: Evil possessor.  Lord of this world: He's your confessor now.  You think you're innocent you've nothing to fear.  You don't know me, you say, but isn't it clear?  You turn to me in all your worldly greed and pride.  But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die? 

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Black Sabbath (Through the Empires of Eternal Void EP) - originally by Black Sabbath

What is this that stands before me?  Figure in black which points at me.  Turn around quick, and start to run.  Find out I'm the chosen one.  Oh no.  Big black shape with eyes of fire, telling people their desire.  Satan's sitting there, he's smiling, watches those flames get higher and higher.  Oh no, no, please, God help me.  Is it the end, my friend?  Satan's coming 'round the bend.  People running 'cause they're scared.  The people better go and beware.  No, no, please, no .

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Sifting (Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For EP) - originally by Nirvana

Afraid to grade.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Cross, self loss.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Wet your bed.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Some feel none.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Your eyes, teacher said.  Preacher said.  Don't have nothing for you.  Spell the smell.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Search for church.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Wet your bed.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Cold and coals.  Wouldn't it be fun.  Your eyes, teacher said.  Preacher said.  Don't have nothing for you. space

Upcoming:

Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For 12" EP (Robotic Empire)

Dwell in the Darkness of Thought and Drink the Poison of Life EP / The City is the Tower split 12" (Hyperrealist)

Tears That Soak a Callous Heart EP / Moloch split 12" (Feast of Tentacles)

A Faire Quarrell 7" EP / Human Intruder split 7" (Dead Earth Records)

Pygmy Lush split (Robotic Empire)

Peasant cassette (Tapes of Wrath)

Haarp / Dark Castle / A Hanging four way split double LP (I'm Better Than Everyone)

Summit full length (tbd)

To the Chaos Wizard Youth 12" EP (Howling Mine)

A Compilation Like No Other compilation (Hungry Ghost Collective)

Nirvana In Utero tribute compilation (Robotic Empire)

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Discography:

Faeries and Thou: Live in Baton Rouge cs (Violent Revolution International, January 2010).

We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP / Leech split 12" version, remastered (US version on Gilead Media, European version on Vendetta, January 2010).

Reincarnation Prayer EP / Haarp split 7" (One Eye / Mirror Universe, December 2009).

Our Enemy Civilization EP / Salome split (Vendetta, November 2009).

Degradation of Human Life EP / Mohoram Atta split 12" (Halo of Flies / Feast of Tentacles, October 2009).

Clone Volume II compilation (Blind Date, October 2009).

Thrive & Decay EP / Black September split repress (Gilead Media, September 2009).

Kingdoms 3cs boxed set (Peasant Magik / Drugged Conscience, September 2009), out of print.

Through the Empires of Eternal Void EP (Vendetta, May 2009), out of print.

Tyrant LP, re-mastered (Southern Lord, May 2009).

The Retaliation of the Immutable Force of Nature EP (Gilead Media, September 2008), out of print.

To Carry a Stone EP (Noxious Noize, July 2008), out of print.

Peasant LP (Level Plane, July 2008).

Peasant - To Carry a Stone CD (Autopsy Kitchen, June 2008).

We Pass Like Night, From Land to Land EP / Leech split tape (Woodsmoke, June 2008), out of print.

Thrive & Decay EP / Black September split (Halo of Flies / Shaman / KNVBI / Injustice of Humanity / Buried in Hell / One Eye, June 2008), out of print.

Malfeasance / Retribution EP (Rimbaud and Feast of Tentacles, June 2008), out of print.

Tyrant and The Retaliation of the Immutable Force of Nature CD (Gilead Media, March 2008). 

Tyrant tour CDr (Morbid Massakre Records, September 2007), out of print.

Tyrant LP (One Eye Records, September 2007), out of print.

tour demo (self-released, June 2007), out of print.

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Further Documentation:

Metal Sucks - Albums that Will Fuck Your Face Off in 2010.

Decibel - profile thing.

A video from the show in Liverpool - Into the Void.

A video from the show in Newport - Fleurs de Mal.

Metal Ireland - review of the Dublin show with Altar of Plagues, Female Orphan Asylum, and This Weary Hour.

C Blog - review of the Newport show with Moloch, Ghast, and Spider Kitten.

Cork Independent - hilarious preview of the show in Cork.

The Sleeping Shaman - review of the Bradford show with Moloch and Gruel.

Pictures from Andrew Weiss - Southern Lord SXSW showcase 03.20.09.

A few pictures from Zak Holocaust - Chris & Erin's House, 10.04.07.

Pictures from Jimmy Buttons - Legion of Doom show, June 2008.

Anon - Acceptance fan video.

Burial Rites - radio webcast II (top 20 of 2008).

Tiny Mix Tapes - review of the NYC show with Sunn O))).

ABC No Rio - They Stretch Out Their Hands, Screaming at a Wall, Smoke Pigs, Sweet Leaf.

2008 and 2007 Berkeley and Santa Cruz shows (taken by Seth) - photos.

Oklahoma City - zip file of They Stretch Out Their Hands, Smoke Pigs, Burning Black Coals, and Ignored.

More AWS pictures from Don - Razorcake.

Pictures from the Oldhcdude - The Smell, Relax Bar, AWS.

AWS Outdoor Arena - They Stretch Out Their Hands, Into The Void, Smoke Pigs.

San Jose - Rats and Mice and Swarms of Lice, They Stretch Out Their Hands, Work Ethic Myth.

2008 at Gilman St. and Jose San Jose House from Erick - photos.

From the Bike Barn show in Maine - live recording.

Burial Rites - radio webcast (featured artist).

A few more 2007 CA (from Donny Mioli) - photos.

Videos from the Portland show, bad sound quality, but a great time - Pigs, Chained, Blood.

RCP Zine - Fucking Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean video from the Iskra show.

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Interviews:

October 2009 interview with Beau Handy - Hammer Smashed Jazz

November 2008 interview with Kim Kelley - Ravishing Grimness.

September 2008 interview with Iann Robinson - None Louder.

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Feedback:

Reincarnation Prayer - Heathen Harvest

Degradation of Human Life - Chainsaw Justice

Kingdoms - Chainsaw Justice

Our Enemy Civilization - Romans

Through the Empires of Eternal Void - Zyk's Asylum

We Pass Like Night - Romans

Mixtape I - Romans

Retaliation EP - Sputnik Music

Peasant - Sea of Tranquility | Music Machine | Tiger Weekly | Live 4 Metal | 225 Magazine | noiZine | Chronicles of Chaos | Invisible Oranges | One True Dead Angel | None Louder | Heathen Harvest | Teeth of the Divine | Global Domination | Zyk's Asylum

To Carry a Stone - Collective Zine

Malfeasance / Retribution - Encyclopaedia Metallum

Thrive & Decay - Romans | Aversion | Crust Cake | Cerebral Metalhead | Invisible Oranges | Metal Flows in My Veins

Tyrant - Scene Point Blank | Metal Underground | Teeth of the Divine | Sludge Swamp | Temple of Despair | Fiends Applaud | Zyk's Asylum | Transmission (Denmark) | Metal Archives

demo - Romans | Pivotal Rage | Metalz

blogs - Rising Fist | Dead Horse Zine | BVIII | BVII | Brooklyn Vegan | Raw Sausage Power

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