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TYRANNIA
CAT GUTS AND PIG SQUEALS Album type: Demo
Release Year: 2014 Genre: Modern Thrash Death Metal The original versions of the first Tyrannia songs. They were composed and recorded before Attack Of The Virkkala Zombies!!! demo. |
ALBUM CREDITS:
INSTRUMENTS WERE RECORDED IN 2008 AT STUDIO OF THE DEAD'S REHEARSAL ROOM. VOCALS WERE RECORDED IN DECEMBER 2013. "MIXED" AND "MASTERED" BY HOURE NOIR & ZACOB IN DECEMBER 2013. ALL SONGS COMPOSED BY ZACOB. ALL LYRICS WRITTEN BY SURMALISTI. ALL ARRANGEMENTS BY TYRANNIA. LINE-UP ON THIS RECORDING HOURE NOIR - VOCALS ZACOB - BASS MAERCOUS - GUITARS LAURI - DRUMS |
"UNDEAD MADMAN WITH A SUPREME GOAL: POPULATION CONTROL"
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CAT GUTS AND PIG SQUEALS
In a town called vomiting dog lives a man with deformed heart Ever day, he greets townspeople with a fucking ugly smile Everybody knows that he has not completely healthy mind He was named after his favorite food Cat guts! Just to name a few of his sick so-called normal daily needs: Swallowed thick red power line and forcibly bent backward knees Even after vast disaster at all times he laughs like tard Oversized crossed eyes are looking in a queer fashion at you Cat - guts - pig - squeals ! In a town called vomiting dog lived a man with deformed heart Ever day, he greeted people with a fucking ugly smile One day someone had enough and stuff thick used rubber tube straight from public toilet to his toothless drooling deformed mouth Cat - guts - pig - squeals ! But cat guts never die ! |
REANIMATED IMPALER
Once walked the earth a man, who was mummified while breathing Thrown into a deep old swamp to rot in timeless pain Why try to stop him for good if he has never been a living Undead madman with a supreme goal: population control chorus: Impalement ! All over again Impalement ! Over and over again Impalement ! Dry pole fits like a glove Impalement ! Over and over and over again... Eat shit for supper ! Hills covered with slashed corpses, laughter and rectal bleeding Quick death, a word unknown my mouth - your glory hole Survivors underneath the shelter of freshly died A mummy chewing the bloody bones Cannibal Davy Jones chorus x 1 Reanimated impaler Intoxicated crusader chorus x 1 |
THE ETERNAL NEED TO
WORSHIP SOMETHING Preaching liar wearing sheepskin loudly tells me to help his poor and useless god Weakling, help yourself - stop breathing my god is bigger than yours father war Whatever god you'll create I will serve Beating is my spiritual healing With every hammer blow you are closer to your god Redeemer, cleaver and deep freezer those are my holy trinity If you tell you will burn in Hell Whatever god you'll create I will serve Deacon, I also speak with demons And now it´s time to shout Hail to the queen of elves The eternal need to worship something Just to take it safe - gay bigfoot If you tell you will burn in Hell My lord I began to pray when I heard your voice on L.S.D You offered me the same reality but with shitload more of insanity All-powerful - flat broke do not ever refuse to take my coins No distracts - only sinner needs facts my heart belongs now to the lord in chaps All roads will lead to sky, just pray to a different god every day Whatever god you'll create I will serve |