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Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So Vile


2015
Label: War On Music - WOM038 • Format: Vinyl LP, Album, Limited Edition, Reissue, Repress • Country: Canada • Genre: Rock • Style: Death Metal
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Translate Email Print. Crown Of Horns 2. Slit Your Guts 3. Graves Of The Fathers 4. Dead And Dripping 5. Benedictine Convulsions 6. Phobophile 7. Lichmistress 8. Orgiastic Disembowelment. We hate, and so we gather By the light of the moon; Twist & Shout - The Lennon - McCartney Disco Mix art of veneficium This we learned from you To make them grieve in their lord, Their redeemer in flames Fanned by the scorn of the children Who now curse his name.

Sire of sin, You embody me Undivine To you we congregate; None so vile, Your magnificent Crown of horns Inspires deeds maleficent. Destroy the parasite [x3]Destroy Jesus Christ. They'll crawl in their perdition, The righteous will be lost Where gutted angels lie fucked Beneath the feunral cross; We'll dig them a mass grave soon, And bring to their knees Those who would have rescinded The laws of disease.

Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly Await the advent of the Next millennium When you will return with a swarm from Beyond Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So Vile claim your carnal Lost dominion. Slit Your Guts Pardon, please, the narrow Confinement of your limbs; Unfortunately, it's necessary For your correction; Shriek to your heart's Content, if you wish; I promise you pain and Nightmares, in that sequence. Permit me to introduce you to "Tuesday" I favor her, this pretty blade So tall and fine; Hatred and violence are not Our ways, but firm we are; Squirming is useless, so is this Colon, cry for me.

Svelte is implement, Its gentle caress lets you Bleed; its subtle curvature Dancing, deeply slit your guts. It's for your own good; You need guidance, I provide; What is your pleasure? This is Mine; A welcome change! Descendants of clan That unsurped maternity hear whispers in their blood; This summons of the Fathers. Adherence to the principle Of "man by woman born" Anachronistic ritual Soon to be obsolete.

It cannot be empty. A barren womb of plenty A vacant grave must be filled. For this the Fathers' will, Material birth be abjure, A Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So Vile cunt is unpure. Sired in blasphemy, In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts Filled with necrolatry Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death. Dead And Dripping Matriarchal piety disturbed at their Vespers. Sisterly society feels the stifling whispers Anger of the dead-at-sea denied proper Interment, Dumped overboard summarily, washed down In a current.

Sepulchral consideration Wrathful omen Dog removed from the casket, Dead and dripping. First stage of disintegration Piecemeal Decomposition Of the Was Ich Tu - Schrammel - Endbilanz 2001 - 2015 deceased, submerged for What reason?

Parchedness of living throats and mouths Has cracked some tongues But attempts to slake their thirst only Leads to soaking lungs. Hearts are heavy, minds are numb, souls Oppressed Supernatural siege upon the landlocked Dead. Baptism in netherfluids In their crypts, but Suffocating dryness in the catacombs. Mad at thirst, they dry To draw sustenance From a burial mound; Necrophagous fails, Aridity ends lives, More wet corpses found.

Watery warfare, Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So Vile in its mist, The forsaken Who cry for them, the bridges of The flaccid god. Intone a funeral rosary Blessed morbid murmur To hopefully placate the dead and End the curse of moisture. Benedictine Convulsions An ominous disembowelment The soothslayer is blinded, such is fate; Abomination to damn the eyes For the How Can You Mend A Broken Heart - Al Green - Lets Stay Together, a test of faith.

Infernal visions flay their souls I Try To Find - Los Brincos - Los Brincos their bodies contort and writhe Capricornus nocturnum haunts them, From their torment springs its delight.

Impaled on one of its many legs, A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror Another Girl - The Beatles - Help! her only son is chewed to bits By spiderchrist She is flecked with gore.

Caprine morturion leads the bones Of their departed brethren In the abbey's catacombs; When gargoyles vomit blood, The defunct will ascend To rend the mortal flesh Of the brothers of the good word, And make victims of their guts.

Those who are left, Of god bereft Run amongst heads Suspended by threads. Crosses up-ended And frenzied blooshed For those who sought favour From their saviour. Phobophile In the kitchen With a screaming triple amputee Its completion depends solely On my needs Said amputee's stumps Are my way of saying Terror of morality I draw from the slowly dying damned Monsters live behind my eyes; I let them out and people die.

And all the grave worms That come for their piece of meat? I give them dead things. The wretched living are mine alone Fright mounts with the body count To which anthropomancy predicts a decline In all of God's creation, Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

I mark my territory With their blood and excritement And adipocere I can find my way in the dark; My fulfilment is habitually necromanic And anal abusive. Seen through the eyes of a mortician They've "caught" me, as they call it; My teeth and my semen have betrayed me. Tests to gauge my rationale, The likes of which these feeble minds have Never seen. Rorschach blotters, My responses to which inspire fear From my lizard side, The amoral alien speaks; "These aren't butterflies, I see a face I'd like to burn.

Lichmistress Our lady of seven sorrows, Mother of mourning, precious lich A white horse found your grave, Then it was beheaded. The funeral goat's semen Annoints your resting place.

Far below, the state you're in replenishes My well of Menina Bexigosa - Manuel Freire - Manuel Freire As things from beyond watch as you rot Beneath me.

Wretchedly, Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So Vile pine as I begin at once to claw The earth To free you from the worms, to free you From damnation. The stake in your bosom pains me too Wistfully, I gaze into those empty holes Which once were eyes That beheld so much blood, that beheld so Much evil Cyanotic lips caress the cold grey face of One interred Whose flesh is much too frail, whose flesh Begins to quiver. Mistress of my flesh, Your servant longs for your Phobophile - Cryptopsy - None So VileTo hold you once again, All pretty with blood Now shall all of heaven weep.

Orgiastic Disembowelment You have sinned. You will die You will be absorbed. No more god, Safe at last Embrace the abyss. The dark is warm, Comforting Welcome to the fold. Close your soul, Turn your heart, Learn Let us prey On the weak. Feed the dark With their flesh; Orgiastic disembowelment. Wretched birth, Cursed by life, Now the way is shown. Happily Suffering Skyclad flagellants. Bask in the Impure Caresses of the scourge. There is no Sacrifice too great. Let us prey We've learned your name, we know your Name.

Resisilobus, Your only designs on the living Are to oppress and possess; To make them cry, to make them die. The gore runs as black As their unclean hearts; Goat cult rite.


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  1. None So Vile by Cryptopsy, released 03 July 1. Crown of Horns 2. Slit Your Guts 3. Graves of the Fathers 4. Dead and Dripping 5. Benedictine Convulsions 6. Phobophile 7. Lichmistress 8. Orgiastic Disembowelment.
  2. None So Vile is the second album by Cryptopsy, released on the now-defunct Wrong Again meztishakarlandanayaforcehammer.infoinfo album was later reissued by Displeased Records and Century Media meztishakarlandanayaforcehammer.infoinfo was re-released on vinyl in by War on Music.. None So Vile is the first album to feature bassist Eric Langois, and the last to feature vocalist Lord Worm, until his return on Once Was NotGenre: Technical death metal.
  3. Feb 03,  · You'd be hard pressed to find a set of songs that are more brutal than those on Cryptopsy's third album. But, even though "None So Vile" is heavy enough to chip concrete, Cryptopsy get by on more than just volume, because you'd also be hard pressed to find an album that is more tight, inspired, and technical/5(98).
  4. Phobophile Cryptopsy. Produced by Cryptopsy & Pierre Rémillard. Album None So Vile. Phobophile Lyrics. In the kitchen.
  5. Phobophile Cryptopsy. Produced by Cryptopsy & Pierre Rémillard. Album None So Vile. Phobophile Lyrics. In the kitchen.
  6. We hate, and so we gather By the light of the moon; The art of veneficium This we learned from you To make them grieve in their lord, Their redeemer in flames Fanned by the scorn of the children Who now curse his name. Sire of sin, You embody me Undivine To you we congregate; None so vile, Your magnificent Crown of horns Inspires deeds.
  7. These releases have the title misprinted on the spine as "None To Vile". Reissued once again by Hammerheart Records on December 11 as gatefold 12". - Clear vinyl x copies (only available for direct purchase from Hammerheart Records).

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