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We're sane

by PROGNATHE

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1.
Seven men were cast into the future, In order to preserve the tribe. To save the clan from punishment and unsure fate. To be defrost in propitious times, to be the last hope, Forever they’re gone. Those who stand upon desolated lands, breathing a last moan, Together as one, Went away and didn’t muck about. There was an extra man, He had another plan. Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned. He dug a hole into the frozen ground, And settled in the icy coffin. The ice made a shield over his body But the head remained tepid. When he melted, half the brain was lost. It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned. It was lost. Mid-frost and trepanned. It was lost. There was an extra man, He had another plan. Frost. Mid-frost and trepanned. Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged. Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged. Deadpan he was no more, he rose and emerged. Trepanned, rotten to the core, bovine and enraged. Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep No more, he is awake and enraged, ‘cause he’s Dead no more, he had defrost and emerged from his sleep No more, he is awake and enraged.   Lope, mad and spastic, and fucking ravenous, Cold and frantic, back to slaughter the tribe. Psychopathic, and fucking gluttonous, Mad and spastic, back to slaughter And trepan. The catastrophe is on. The catastrophe was redefined, And once more, Will tremble with troubles and no restraint. And they’ll suffer, And once more, Will shiver with whispers and live a catastrophe.
2.
We're sane 03:50
The breed is safe. They are gone, we’re sane. Let’s pray together, celebrate our will. We’re sane! Our breed will aggregate, we will retaliate Our sons will copulate. Alive, we overcame the fate, And we’ll perpetuate the race, For time broke down its gates. My friends, let’s celebrate. Let’s eat these growing things, they taste like flesh. Our souls will aggregate, With fungus in our wombs, we’re higher than the moon, We’re sane. Strong as a wolf, Fierce as a beast, High as the moon. Quick as a deer, Soft as a bear, As a raccoon. On this volcano we’ll dominate. All species are so weak. We’re one and will perpetuate Our species on this peak. We shall survive. And we’ll perpetuate the race Our breed will dominate. Our breed will aggregate, we will retaliate. Our sons will copulate, For time broke down its gates.
3.
Broken teeth 03:09
Running back to the tribe, With anger filled and overwhelming rage. Rage and rotten teeth, With putrid smell of decomposing skin. Wild. They failed to recognize. Wild. They’re stoned and blind they’re High. They failed to recognize. Wild. They’re stoned and paralyzed. Wild. Running into the tribe, Confused with fear and overwhelming rage. Rage and broken teeth, With no control of dislocated limbs. Wild! Strike. Hit the tribe. Biting them to the bones, ripping their flesh. Strike. Hit the tribe. Leaving them almost dead, running away. Strike. Hurt. Fight. Hit the tribe. Biting them to the bones, ripping their flesh. Strike. Hurt. Fight. Hit the tribe. Leaving them almost dead, running away. Wild. They failed to recognize. Wild. They’re stoned and blind they’re High. They failed to recognize. Wild. They’re stoned and paralyzed. They failed to recognize. They failed.
4.
Visions of chaos. Wriggling bodies in pain Gathering around the old man. What have we done to deserve? Show us the way ahead. Fools, you angered the gods again, So they unleashed this plight on us Again. We atone for our sins. He’s Grindel, half-breed demon. He’s sent to Earth to cleanse our sins. He’s got unholy powers and strength. Sent to Earth to kill us all Again. Show us the way ahead. We atone for our sins. Beware of this horror, Grindel’s here for sure. He’s on the prowl and will come to get you. He’s half a god and predates all of you. He’s on the prowl and will come to get you. He’s half a god and predates all of you. No! He’s on the prowl. And we’re so small. He’ll get us all. Prevail we must. We atone for our sins. He’s Grindel, half-breed demon. He’s sent to Earth to cleanse our sins. He’s got unholy powers and strength. Sent to Earth to kill us all Again. Show us the way ahead. We shall atone for our sins. Dark omens upon us. We must prevail. Prevail we must. The gods demand. The gods ask for sacrifice. For sacrifice. And our vengeance shall burst. Our vengeance bursts. To the heathens. For they protect The demon’s slaves. Let’s prey on them. Let’s prey.
5.
He kept on running wild, he was a greedy beast. Excited by the fight, he was looking for more blood, He was looking for some feast. He ran across the land, chewing some rocks and trees. With no sense of disgust, and he devoured anything, Even a hive that’s filled with bees. Trapped like a beast, Hopeless. Fooled by the feast, Powerless. Misled by meat, Clueless. When the cage fell he was caught. Trapped like a rat, Clueless. Stones were thrown at Powerless. His broken head, Lifeless. And he was left almost dead. In this cage, they took him to the camp. Revenge, revenge, they’re yearning for revenge. They’ve got plans for future brighter days, For now they have the might to fight and fight and fight. Trapped like a beast, Hopeless. Fooled by the feast, Powerless. Misled by meat, Clueless. When the cage fell he was caught. Trapped like a rat, Clueless. Stones were thrown at Powerless. His broken head, Lifeless. And he was left almost dead. When he woke up from his painful sleep. Revenge, revenge, he’s craving for revenge. Powerless, surrounded by those foes, For he has lost the might to fight and fight and fight. Shame, Enslavement, deprivement. Tamed and bound, and beaten to the bone. From torments to treatments And shame. When the dawn came over all, Upon the agony, after all. Then was a time to call for lust. For lust. Fertilize the females; bring new blood to the tribe. No wonder that they agree cause if they don’t they die. Come to meet your insane and greedy valentine. Enforced by some mighty plants, he’ll get you anytime. Fertilize! No need for shame, Enslavement, deprivement. Tamed and bound, and beaten to the bone. From torments to treatments. And when he woke up from his painful sleep. Revenge, revenge, he’s craving for revenge. Powerless, surrounded by those foes, For he has lost the might, to fight and fight and fight. Trapped like a beast, Hopeless. Fooled by the feast, Powerless. Misled by meat, Clueless. When the cage fell he was caught. Trapped like a rat. Stones were thrown at His broken head. And he was left almost dead.
6.
When the light’s coming up to the heavens From the ground. When the reeks of the fumes arise from the Soil, on the edge Of this pit. We are here to slaughter. To offer the squealing gift. They’re all doomed to fall And to tumble in fire, and sulphur. Burn! When the walls show the dance of the shadows And the beasts. When their eyes have been stabbed by the old man’s Craft, they are blind. When the fist of the man finds a way into, In their riven little guts. Steal their little hearts. Bite! When their blood fills the throat of the sorcerer. When their little corpses boil. Feed the hungry god. Feed! Bite. Feed. Burn. Breed. Boiled.
7.
Wolves 05:02
Step by step, get closer to their camp. In the night we don’t make no sound. Walk in line, the shadow’s on our side, We just have to bring back the young. For we have to sacrifice, To feed on the demon. For the more we come to give, The longer the demon will let us live. We are wolves, We hunt like wolves, Steal like wolves. When they sleep, They cannot see Wolves. We are wolves. We hunt like wolves. Hide like wolves. Pray like fools, We came to be. In the tents, get where the children lay, Little preys that sleep on the ground. Fill their mouths, using some compact clay, Little lambs cannot make no sound. Pulled by hair, muted by the fear (and clay), Don’t know what’s going around. No escape, the end is near, To their loss they are bound. Tonight we are wolves. Tonight we are wolves We’re the sandmen coming, Unpredictable. When the darkness is falling, We are wolves. Children for the slaying, Unquestionable. When we’re celebrating, We are wolves. We are wolves, We hunt like wolves, Steal like wolves. When they sleep, They cannot see Wolves. We are wolves. We hunt like wolves. Hide like wolves. Pray like fools, We came to be. Step by step, get away from their camp, In the night we don’t make no sound Run in line, for before the sunrise, We will have to bring back the young. For we have to sacrifice, To feed on the demon. For the more we come to give, The longer the demon will let us live.
8.
Looking for the young, looking all around. Looking for the young, they’re nowhere to be found. Looking for the young, looking everywhere. We raise our fist up in the air. We know who’s to blame, they’re always the same. We know who’s behind, criminal masterminds We know where they live, the plan they conceived. The old man and his tribe will pay. Our future is dire, We’re calling the young. Our anger is might. Reclaiming, reclaiming the young. Reclaim. Reclaiming the young. Preparing the day of reckoning. Reckoning. Now is the time for slaughter and carnage, Let’s train him to the task. We die, we die, but vengeance is To be paid with lives. Our coffins will structure their demise We strive. We strive. Our champion is To be paid with wives. He’ll save our breed and offspring. He’s gotta kill, he’s gonna win. Now liberate him, Unchain his neck and his feet. He’s gotta kill, he’s gonna win. Looking for the tribe, looking all around. Looking for the tribe, they’re nowhere to be found. Looking for the tribe, looking everywhere. He raises his nose in the air. He knows who’s to blame, it’s always the same. He knows who’s behind, on the mountain they hide. Smelling the old man. Running to their camp. His bloodthirst is on once again. Their future is dire, They stole the young ones. His anger is might. Reclaiming, reclaiming his throne. Reclaim. Reclaiming his throne. Today is their day of reckoning. Reckoning.
9.
Bend down for the reward, Onto your knees, Faithfully. Bow for the freezing god, Heads down onto the ground. Offer your soul, Shamelessly, Your scared and filthy hearts. One by one. Bow for the greedy, One by one. Bend down for the reward. This blood is a reward. Bow down for the warlord. This fluid is a reward. Bow down for the warlord. It’s a cryptic recipe unknown I made by my own. In an ancient cauldron made of bones, Boil down two serpent tongues. A cryptic recipe. Spin out with children’s new blood And spider venom. You can even add some anemone fluid, If you’ve got some. And the secret’s in the mold. A cryptic recipe To cook for the tribe. Let’s get high and maybe we’ll fly Or crawl into the slush. Ah ah ah. We’re baked!
10.
Running amok 04:09
Heads, limbs, flying around, A berserk’s in the camp, destroying all. Our sacrifices should have prevented his return. Maybe shaman was wrong, Maybe the gods don’t like killing the young. Maybe we should have thrown in the weak old man instead. For he’s Grindel. Devour, endure and run. Wild. No quarter be shown, No mercy to be found. Grindel, tear down and purify. No salvation for the tribe. Shrikes, screams, howling away, Our final stand is here, dying away. Defeat is certain, obliteration is near. Too late for redemption, No reasoning this beast, destroying us. Fall by the dozen, diving in the burning furnace. Face to face, at last, we’re meeting again. Abomination. You’re weak and so very old. Mortification. No hope for escape, I will take your head. Plague of our nation. Reach it, biting half of it off. Eradication for you. Grindel. Butcher, devour and run. Wild. No quarter be shown, No mercy to be found. Grindel. Tear down and purify. No salvation for the tribe.
11.
The sun is rising on the havoc. What have I done? What have I done? My brains ache. The camp’s on fire, ruins everywhere. Where have they gone? What are these bones? Why have they gone to the pyre? Blurred. Hard to remember. I try to recall the ire. Fierce I was, and dire. What’s left now? Puke And scattered bowels, Of the gutted men, And bones on fire, And no one is alive. Screams Of unkilled women. They all mourn and cry, Increase the migraine. They drill my mind. Will my hangover be over? No! Don’t show no self-contempt, Try to hide the pain inside your body. Don’t show if you’re gritty, they’ll be blind. Don’t show no self-contempt, Try to hide the pain inside your body. Don’t show anxiety, they’ll be mine. Don’t! Into them grow my seeds. Their wombs Will be the field in which will grow my sturdy seeds. In the future we’ll see Their birth Will be the start of a new pure and stronger breed. And thus spake He. This ignominious heredity, Based on infamous propinquity, Is the bloodline of humanity. No wonder why man is sick and such a pity. No! What a waste and what a tragedy. No! What a shame for the family tree. No! Gone to the pyre. Blurred. Hard to remember. I try to recall the ire. Fierce I was, and dire. What’s left now? Puke And scattered bowels, Of the gutted men, And bones on fire. Screams Of unkilled women. They all mourn and cry, Increase the migraine. This ignominious heredity, Based on infamous propinquity, Is the bloodline of humanity. No wonder why man is sick and such a pity. No! Into them grow my seeds. Their wombs Will be the field in which will grow my sturdy seeds. In the future we’ll see Their birth Will be the start of a new pure and stronger breed. And thus spake He.

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released May 22, 2017

Lundi Galilao : guitars, voices, programming
Victor Bestiole : bass, voices

Artwork by Ivan Camilo Sierra
Guitar solo on "From torments to treatments" by Franck Johnny Rico
Guest vocals on "Sulphur the children" by Ivan Camilo Sierra

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Lundi Galilao

Peccata Mundi Records - 2017

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They don't smell good.
They don't shave.
They bite.
They're not smart.

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