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Filth

by Thy Grave

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1.
Death takes control Death makes you crawl Only thee I wanna serve Here is my rebirth I feel your skin like ice But careless are your eyes! Here Face Lord of the grave... Your desire burns like a caustic poison, Breaking the flesh. Lust, memories will go away. Oh, fuck! Death takes control Death makes you crawl Only thee I wanna serve Here is my rebirth I feel your skin like ice But careless are your eyes! Here Face Lord of the graves... I'm The Devourer. I want your cold & rot flesh.
2.
This place is Inferno! Here those who had fallen, keep the black crown. Pulsating pus covers the flesh, Pulling astray, leaving away. They are decomposing and multiplying, Copulate and mix, one with another. And now the king aroused, like The Devil from of the void. The end is seemed so close, But the dose through the veins went again. Fear, hatred and anger - The tremor is not subsiding even now. An endless stream of thoughts causes agony, Devouring all by ascending beyond. Pulsating pus covers the flesh, Pulling astray, leaving away. And now the king aroused, like The Devil from of the void.
3.
There is an oppression, There is a blind day. The fallen angel raises, And he will judge again. Your body dies, Finishes image of life. I see in your eyes Fear and doubt. Four times I stuck my knife into you. Four times I licked your blood from you. Now you know me. I am a creator, Jesus of art! Mother always told That I had my own approach. There is an oppression, There is a blind day. I apply a pattern on skin, Blood flows. Once, you will become my creation. It will help to find satisfaction! Suffer, suffer. My approach to suffering.
4.
One Fool built life and breathed into consciousness the dreams of tragedy. All scraps fress his flesh. And only filthy whores update their putrefaction. They got mouthful, saturated with poison. Destroying the boundaries of time, We leave them to be burned. And only filthy whores raise their self-consciousness.
5.
Where the stars rise and fall, We find and return. Our things rot and burn, We find and return! Look up, answer, what you know. -“They lost control! They lost control!” Are you sick? -What is isolation? Are you sick? -Where’s your communication? And we now fight with system! We meet resistance... Soul devourer is coming now. He condemns lies. Stop this is shit! We are search lead. We are just knife. Let's go to fight! Stop this is shit! We are search lead. Our sanctuary in all of us, inside. And then you smell like death. Why have you lost your path? Whisper a spell and smile. Where is your fucking time? Hymn of ugly desire reborn And we go out from dirt. Right dreams into the void, Save, save us, oh god!
6.
Fear, trembling and regret - Everything is alien to me. Thoughts shoot in the head. But I've waited so long. I'm sure you're in for a better world. I do not need to retreat, I've suffered so much, I do not need to retreat, I've waited so much. Everything is alien to me. Thoughts shoot in the head. inhale, exhale.

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Sludge doom nihilism from urban depths of cursed Russia. Heaviness, misanthropy, and madness are key points in the second album of Thy Grave. Six savage methods of mind distortion leave filth on the surface, no free will or the other crap.
Limited tape release comes with trip of no return on a slipcase, created by GodLikeIkons.

Тяжелая поступь мизантропии и безумия - это второй альбом Thy Grave. Sludge doom нигилизм из зазеркалья отечественной урбанистики. Шесть методик грубого повреждения сознания оставляют после себя трупное послевкусие отработанного человеческого материала, где нет личности и свободы воли.
Лимитированное издание на кассетах с точкой невозврата на слипкейсе, зафиксированной Godlikeikons.

credits

released November 12, 2021

Eugene — vocal, guitar
Max — guitar
Ira — bass
Sergey — drums

The album was recorded in 2018 - 2019.
Recording by Memphis
Mixing & Mastering by Erythró
Art by GodLikeIkons www.instagram.com/godlikeikons/

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