Metal Monday LXIV - Maleficarvm

5/16/2017

Ah, the wild, screeching sounds of wailing demons and pure chaos grace my ears once more. This track brought to you lowly acolytes by a band called Plaguebringer, the title I seek from Nurgle himself. This is quite different from my journeys as of late in the pursuit of Metal but similar artists have graced this page before: Abigail Williams, The Hudson Horror, and Beyond Creation come to mind when I listen to these sinfully sweet tunes. Go, turn that dial no lower than the number of the plague lord himself, and let the sundering of your soul commence.

Lets play a game tonight, a game I know you'll love. We'll need a sheet of paper which we'll write our names upon.

Now bring the blades about and we'll begin to cut, freshly anointed with our blood, yes now the fun has just begun and oh!

What horrible sights we'll see nightmares become reality, this twisted fantasy is waiting to begin!

Come on and let me in! It's just a harmless sin, give in, don't be afraid, no don't stop now it's just a fucking game!

It's just a fucking game!

Tonight, Maleficarum shall conjure Devils and feast on the damned, black arts in vengeance and flame, a spell to destroy what binds the soul to flesh.

Tonight, the moon turns red, Eden is burning and God is dead. Your parents are crying, their children are dying, I'm laughing because their souls are mine and oh, what horrible sights we'll see...

At last the final stage is set, preparations are complete. The spells are spoke, the curse invoked, a sacrifice is all we need. Our blades are bent our hooks are rent, but we'll work with what we've got. We'll slit their throats and spill their blood on altars made of flesh and bone and rot.

What horrible sights we'll see, nightmares become reality, this twisted fantasy is waiting to begin! Yes, this is what we need, a ritual of death and summoning, O' King of Hell, O' Lord of Sin arise, and let the chaos begin!

Tonight the sky bleeds red, the graveyard's aflame with the stench of dead The corpses, still burning, from their graves arise bearing the mark of the antichrist. They march into your homes, burning foundations right down the stone. The families screaming for mercy have hope, but they will have none, when they're dragged down ...below.

it's just a fucking game!

Tonight, Maleficarum shall conjure Devils and feast on the damned, black arts in vengeance and flame, a spell to destroy what binds the soul to flesh.

https://plaguebringercanada.bandcamp.com/track/maleficarvm

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)