Spawned from darkness
Taking flight
Swarming horrors
Infest the night
Shadows cast
On graves below
Desecration
Boundaries unknown
Obscene bidding
Of abyss
Carried out
As barbed tails whip
Translucent
Flesh drips
Gaunt limbs
Reach for the dead
Necropolis
Prowled from the pitch black sky
Gathered Corpses
Forming nests, a gruesome sight
All light abhorred
By thee, eyeless and horned
Malefic shrieks
Piercing, otherworldly
Winged
Sentinels
Morbid
Unnatural
Scour
Silent wastes
Hunting
Lifeless prey
Chaotic frenzy
Fueled by most foul needs
Descend to reclaim
Again and again
Furious they seek
The next rotting piece
Skeletal bouquets
Bloom from the decay
Winged sentinels
Amalgamated
Abominations
Crawl and slither forth
Self exhumed, born of corpse
Mindless yet aware
their only purpose is known
Fanatical in their prayer
Relishing pain as they moan
In reeking droves
Bowed as one
Praise begun
Invocation
Putrid God
Soon will come
Their salvation
Bowed as one
Praise begun
Invocation
Purulent
Repulsive
Congregation
Ichor bleeding tendrils
Lash in violent fits
Corrupting where is spilt
Black baptismal fluids
Lurching hordes drag
Remnants of human hides
Morbid vestments draped upon
Carcasses unified
Acolytes
Venerate
Pestilent
Entity
Blood weeping clouded eyes
Emerge from viscera pools
Stare unbroken transfixed to sky
Raining bile deluge
Ritualistic
Chants in grotesque tongue
Blight ravaged mass recites
The summoning sermon
Bowed as one
Praise begun
Invocation
Putrid God
Soon will come
Their salvation
Bowed as one
Praise begun
Invocation
Purulent
Repulsive
Congregation
Mournful apparitions trudge
Through dismal haze
Voices, helpless and bleak
Echo with ceaseless pain
Sorrow consuming them
Without reprieve
No escape for the condemned
Aimless they proceed
Cursed to wander
Trapped in grief
Tormented specters
Suffer beg and plead
Final death eluding all
Who dwell in this plane
Imprisoned by misery's
Unreleasing chains
With each step, growing despair
Louder they weep
Doomed to tread desolate paths
Never dwindling
Cursed to wander
Trapped in grief
Tormented specters
Suffer beg and plead
Now what hope is there?
Forlorn souls ensnared
No savior beckons
Banished, forsaken
Ill-fated spirits
Disembodied
Traverse in anguish
Ever mounting
Minds plagued by their past
Memories
Reminded of loss
Endlessly
Lord of Hatred now bound within the sigil
Fallen angel that rules the souls in hell
I before thee that stands within the circle
Now invokes the power of damnation
In days of empirical wealth
In the year of the maggots
The kingdoms of earth fell to my wrath
Ages of man fell upon ruin, death march, and famine
The stench of decay rose from the graves of heroes and cowards
Reaching out towards the earth
Devouring faith
Devouring hope
The powers of evil
Delivered this world into darkness
The ring of deaths resounding toll
Unfurled the snakes infernal coil
Lord of Hatred
Born of Fire
Grant me power and revenge
Deus
Daemon
Domini
Satanas
To live in spite of
I will drink from your throat of hope
I will leave a hole of hurt
A holy image lost in the grave
Lost here to break this curse upon me.
Behold the faint glowing stones there in the graveyard
Their cold devouring light draws me in closer deeper into night
The black field of death begs me to enter
They lie there in ruins in constant decay
Void of Life
In the cover of the years longest night
I will creep amongst the graves
I will defile years of trust
Underneath the earth
Chills run through my body as I’m led every step of the way
In certain clarity I have found the devouring light
In the shadows of the tomb
I recite the words
Crouched within the circle
Guided by the moon
Enshrouded by the darkness of night
Osiris
Lord of the dead
Grant me your wisdom
Through communion with the dead
Here within the open grave
Pit of the entombed
This hole of dust and emptiness
Lost in decay
There lies a pile of death a silent totem of bone
Lain upon a throne of dirt in a palace of mold
I hold the skull within my hands and I stare into the gaze of a corpse
See only truth in its eyes and in this moment I feel alone
Called to enter and here I have learned
It is here that I’ve found myself
Here within this tomb
Punishing death metal from Pakistan, the new LP from Azaab is a scorcher with lyrics that tackle the oncoming apocalypse. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 17, 2022