Leper Colony Those Of The Morbid Inclination
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“The first line of this song is ‘Born in a casket garden’. I mean, come on, does it get more death metal than that? Mid-paced riff-happy heaviness with groove, that’s what it’s all about here, all topped off with some of the best vocals in the scene and finished with a heavy ass, simple chorus that drives the point home like a mallet to the skull”, says axe-master Rogga Johansson.
Visualizer edited by Thomas Strater.
THOSE OF THE MORBID INCLINATION
Born in a casket garden
devoid of normal life
inhuman ways of procreating
the breed unnatural
And thus they all crawl
spreading tentacles through filth
cellars brimming foul
of the unlife of the undead
The children of the soil
creeping up to feed
wanting your last breath
to drag you down to death
Those of the morbid
sickened inclination
fingers through graveyard soil
begin the excavation
The stench of the rotten
beckons to rise
Cloaked in the shadows
Where daylight dies
Tombstones are cracked
Withered and torn
Summoning spirits
In the black they're born
Flesh peels away, a hollowed out shell
Welcoming whispers from the depths of hell
Darkness devours, our call to decay
Mortal illusions are crumbled away
Stay connected with Testimony Records:
► Official Online Shop: http://testimonyrecords.de
► Official YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrFdC1IEVDoYCVp4eZMIwxw
► Follow us on Bandcamp: https://testimonyrecords.bandcamp.com
► Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/testimonyrecords
► Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/testimony_records
“The first line of this song is ‘Born in a casket garden’. I mean, come on, does it get more death metal than that? Mid-paced riff-happy heaviness with groove, that’s what it’s all about here, all topped off with some of the best vocals in the scene and finished with a heavy ass, simple chorus that drives the point home like a mallet to the skull”, says axe-master Rogga Johansson.
Visualizer edited by Thomas Strater.
THOSE OF THE MORBID INCLINATION
Born in a casket garden
devoid of normal life
inhuman ways of procreating
the breed unnatural
And thus they all crawl
spreading tentacles through filth
cellars brimming foul
of the unlife of the undead
The children of the soil
creeping up to feed
wanting your last breath
to drag you down to death
Those of the morbid
sickened inclination
fingers through graveyard soil
begin the excavation
The stench of the rotten
beckons to rise
Cloaked in the shadows
Where daylight dies
Tombstones are cracked
Withered and torn
Summoning spirits
In the black they're born
Flesh peels away, a hollowed out shell
Welcoming whispers from the depths of hell
Darkness devours, our call to decay
Mortal illusions are crumbled away
Stay connected with Testimony Records:
► Official Online Shop: http://testimonyrecords.de
► Official YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrFdC1IEVDoYCVp4eZMIwxw
► Follow us on Bandcamp: https://testimonyrecords.bandcamp.com
► Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/testimonyrecords
► Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/testimony_records
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