Feast Of The Wicked

by Arreat Summit

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    Our debut album "Feast Of The Wicked".

    It contains the following songs;

    1. The Chosen One
    2. Master Mutilator
    3. Horror Below
    4. Feast of The Wicked
    5. Flesh Quartet
    6. New Sun

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This is our first full-length album. Purchase it digitally here or in physical format from our bigcartel. "The Chosen One" can be downloaded for free. Thanks

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released October 3, 2014

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Track Name: The Chosen One
The blade is dripping. Your sight is wearing thin.
There's just a haze left. SMILING WITH DEVLISH GRIN.
"How did I get here?", you ask, but no replies.
Resistance's futile, BOTH FEET AND YOUR HANDS ARE TIED.
The shadows creeping on. The darkness fading in.
This is the price you pay. MY CURRENCY IS SKIN.

Daemon.
CHOSEN.
I am the chosen one.
DAEMON.
I am the chosen one.
CHOSEN.
I am the chosen one.
DAEMON.
I am the chosen one.

Spinning in circles. The drugs are wearing in.
Your mind can't take it. SO WE CAN SOON BEGIN.
And my collection, will grow in size.
As this erection, SURELY IMPLIES.

This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
A POUND OF SKIN A WEEK. A HANDFULL EYES A MONTH.
I SHARP MY SHINING BLADE. THIS EDGE MUST NOT BE BLUNT.

This edge must not be blunt.
MUST, NOT, BE, BLUNT.

This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
A POUND OF SKIN A WEEK. A HANDFULL EYES A MONTH.
I SHARP MY SHINING BLADE. THIS EDGE MUST NOT BE BLUNT.
This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
A POUND OF SKIN A WEEK. A HANDFULL EYES A MONTH.
I SHARP MY SHINING BLADE. THIS EDGE MUST NOT BE BLUNT.

I am the chosen one.
CHOSEN.
I am the chosen one.
DAEMON.
I am the chosen one.

I am the chosen one.
Track Name: Master Mutilator
Slowly awaken, to drugged to move.
Placed on a table, feeling devlish eyes stare down on me.
Is this a nightmare? Can this be real?
Tied knots around my wrists and stench of rotten sinew.

Something is clearly missing. Something is wrong.
Glaring down toward my feet and realize that they're gone.

Yet again awaken. I fell asleep?
This time my hands are gone, just stumps waving before me.
A grin that's lighting up the darkened corners winks at me.

Limb from fucking limb.
Bone from fucking bone.
Joint from fucking joint.
Untill they're all fucking gone.
Puppet on a string.
Oh the needles sting.
Master and your king.
Master mutilator.

Eyes in the dark.
The blade so sharp.
The phantom pain, this life in vain.
Eyes in the dark.
The blade so sharp.
The phantom pain, this life in vain.
The phantom pain, thos life in vain.

They're all fucking gone.
Limb from fucking limb.
Bone from fucking bone.
Joint from fucking joint.
Untill they're all, fucking gone.
How much can you take.
Can you stay awake.
Your life is at stake.
Master mutilator.

All that I am now, a pile of flesh.
Glaring up towards the sky and wish that someone grants me death.
Now everything is missing, this is so wrong.
Just a pile of trash, a pile of trash.
A grin that's lighting up the darkened corners winks at me.
A grin that's lighting up the darkened corners winks at me.
Track Name: Horror Below
The sins committed by these brittle hands,
will keep me from the faithful lands.
Thy I've succumbed to taste for blood,
please let it flow, please let it flood.

I AM A HORROR, and amongst all horrors I must dwell.
I AM A HORROR, doomed to walk this world unrest.

My endless hunger lays worlds to waste,
destruction is a bitter taste.
But bitter doesn't matter much,
when far removed from human touch.

I AM A HORROR, and amongst all horrors I must dwell.
I AM A HORROR, doomed to walk this earth unrest.
Unrest. FOREVER DOOMED.
Unrest.

Deliverance calls, HADES IS LONELY.
In a moment so swift, YOUR END IS UNFOLDING.

Just by a glance into my eyes,
you'd pray for the vultures to eat.
AWAY ALL YOUR MEMORIES,
AWAY ALL YOUR THOUGHTS.

Deliverance calls, HADES IS LONELY.
In a moment so swift, YOUR END IS UNFOLDING.
Nothing but death, HADES IS HUNGRY.
A soul in distress, YOUR BODY'S DESOLVING.

HADES IS LONELY.
HADES IS HUNGRY.
Track Name: Feast Of The Wicked
-------Feast of the wicked-------

GORGE, until your stinkin' guts are bloody full.
THIS IS THE FEAST OF THE WICKED.
Monsters, demons - and creatures from your deepest fears.
THIS IS THE FEAST OF THE WICKED.

I can feel the evil rushing trough my veins.
Watching beasts and hollows eating out of corrupted brains.
And the daily special, is living human flesh.
They eat towards extinction, of this GARBAGE, TRASHY, FILTHY RACE.

CLEAN THE SLATE.
CLEAN THE SLATE.

FEAST, untill your mind can't stand the thought of food.
THIS IS THE FEAST OF THE WICKED.
Fluids are gushing, we quench our thirst with human blood.
THIS IS THE FEAST OF THE WICKED.

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BRIDGE
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CLEAN THE SLATE.
CLEAN THE SLATE.

Upon the blood soaked table. THE SACRIFICIAL SIGNS.
The final course is served. A WOMAN BEARING CHILD.

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SOLO
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CLEAN THE SLATE.
CLEAN THE SLATE.
Track Name: Flesh Quartet
You hear the sirens call, "come closer, don't be scared".
So surgical. Drag you in so be prepared.
Inside you all, a vessel yet unused.
The strings of flesh, and utter death.

Tones diabolical, scaring perpetual.

The beautiful sound, disgraced and profound.
Your ears can't ignore it, your soul now is bound.
The filth has its charm, defences disarmed.
Your senses give in, no more threat to be harmed.

Harmed.
Harmed.

Chocked but yet intriged, your body starts to wave.
Your severed neck. Vocal chords are on display.
Like a violin. That's wailing so perfect.
A flesh quartet, and utter death.

Tones diabolical, scaring perpetual.

All other things.
Grow boring and dull.
This new exploit raises you up to devine and immortal,
humanity is your muse.

The beatiful sound, disgraced and profound.
Your ears can't ignore it, your soul now is bound.
The filth has its charm, defences disarmed.
Your senses give in, no more threat to be harmed.

Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.

The beatiful sound, disgraced and profound.
Your ears can't ignore it, your soul now is bound.
No more threat to be harmed.
No threat to be harmed.
Threat to be harmed.

Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.
Sounds of the flesh.
Track Name: New Sun
The new sun/shining down.

The human race is the disease that will bring the planet to its knees.
There's no cure for ARMAGEDDON.
Keep marching forward fueled by greed, devouring every hope you see.
There is no stoping a juggernaut.

Annihilation force unleashed, we are the cancerous disease.
A growing tumor, will not cease, UNTILL YOURE LIFE IS BUT A DREAM.
Annihilation force unleashed, we are the cancerous disease.
A growing tumor, will not cease, UNTILL DEATH.

When there's no more room in hell.
The deeds of man make the UNDERWORLD OVERFLOW.
Where the fuck will you go when the gates are closed.
Where the fuck will you, GO.

This is how the sun was created, we're heading there right now.
YOU AND ME, SIN BREAKS FREE.
YOU AND ME, SIN BREAKS FREE.

Your name is signed in blood and your soul now is sealed.
The devil has played you, you're bound to his DEAL.
Now the last dawn has risen, the end has just begun.
No longer need for living, we created the SUN.

When there's no more room in hell.
The deeds of man make the UNDERWORLD OVERFLOW.
Where the fuck will you go when the gates are closed.
Where the fuck will you go.
When there's no more room in hell.
The deeds of man make the UNDERWORLD OVERFLOW.
Where the fuck will you go when the gates are closed.
WHEN THE GATES ARE CLOSED.

To shine down on another race,
see them ruin their planet,
the way the sun watched us ruin ours.
It's like deja'vou. FUCK YOU!

Your "heaven" to dust, your hope to disgust, self loathing and pity, theres none to trust.
NO SCAPEGOAT TO BLAME, YOU'RE AIR TO THIS SHAME, HUMANITY PLAYED IT ALL LIFE AS A GAME.