Tracks

01. 1985
02. Thrasher's Abbatoir
03. Cadaver Pouch Conveyor System
04. A Congealed Clot Of Blood
05. The Master Butcher's Apron
06. Noncompliance To ASTM F899-12 Standard
07. The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills
08. Unfit For Human Consumption
09. 316L Grade Surgical Steel
10. Captive Bolt Pistol
11. Mount Of Execution
12. Intensive Battery Brooding



01. 1985

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
[Instrumental]


02. Thrasher's Abbatoir

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Delaceration
Amputation
Mutilation

Annatomization
Decimation
Victimization

Brutalization
Humiliation
Dehumanization

Damnification
Degredation
Annihilation

Hipsters and posers I abhorr
Welcome to the thrasher's abattoir

Detruncation
Termination
With no sedation

Emasculation
Terrorization
Extermination

This means total W.A.R.
Welcome to absolute poserslaught

Die...time to die...die in pain

Strangulation
Suffocation
Mutilation

Asphyxiation
Immolation
Victimization

Brutalization
Mortification
Dehumanization

Exsanguination
Annihilation

Welcome to the
Thrasher's abattoir


03. Cadaver Pouch Conveyor System

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Bloodlustmord
Bloodlustmord

Cold blooded passion zealous lustful wargasm
deranged - bloodlustmord

Bloodlustmord

Total arousal, a frigid wanton wargasm
engaged - bloodlustmord

Ribbons and flags as mortuary drapes
Poppies and bunting come repatriate

Insufflate the pink mist
The intoxicating pink mist

A putrid picador in this circus of death
A swift assembly line churning out the bereft

Insufflate the pink mist
The intoxicating pink mist

Intolerable cruelty
Concupiscent misery
The machinations of the ground
Choose to dance with the living mutilated
Your progeny you betray
Cadaver pouch plastic cortege
In death there is no honour
The pitiless seduction of the gullible

Intolerable cruelty
The ecstasy of enmity

Your progeny you betray
Cadaver pouch - plastic cortege

The intoxicating pink mist

Poisonous mixologist necrologist militarist

Cold blooded passion a lustful wargasm
Total arousal a wanton wargasm of pain

Bloodlustmord

The embrace of the paternal mortuary

Seductive bloodlustmord


04. A Congealed Clot Of Blood

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Come decapitate the fasiq you made with the praiseworthy's blade
Come eradicate the false imam slay in the great prophet's name
Heathenist hate dar al-harb you create for the holy prophet you maim
Death's coda
Bloody dystopia
Dajjal soldier of unholy warfare

For you will discover nothing true but eternal human bloodshed
For do true prophets come armed with sword and chariot?

A dark standard raised- juxtaposing dyad
The profit of rage - the jihadist black flag
A dark standard raised- juxtaposing dyad
The scimitar blade - black flag of jihad

You true infidel the prophet you betray
With the jihadist blade
Feudal infidel, savage, the mind enslaved
Come raise the herald of a new dark age

Death's coda
You're no gods warrior
Extant dystopia

For you will discover that nothing is true but infinite human conflict
For do true prophets come armed with sword?

Rasual al malahim

A dark standard raised- juxtaposing dyad
The profit of rage - the jihadist black flag
A dark standard raise- juxtaposing dyad
Relish a new dark age - black flag of jihad


05. The Master Butcher's Apron

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
The sun never sets
The blood never dries
The selfless sacrifice
Of the butchers maligned
The sun never sets
The blood never dries
Lest we forget

The sun never sets
Teardrops never dry
This deathless bloodshed
Of the whetted knives
For your sons you never wept
The fruitless sacrifice
Of the master butchers

Never trusted in the dark
Pecuniary villeinage
A decaying realm to rapine and plunder

Like maggots colonising
Contagious disease contaminating
Expansionist plague to pillage & conquer

The union of cruciate & saltire
The callous cruciate & saltire
To beneficiate the graveyard of empire

In the name of his tyrannical majesty
To serve the imperialist tragedy
A cruel severing sovereignty
A subjugating murderous monarchy

Recollections of the past, revised, laundered, tainted & poisoned
But I'll raise a toast to the memory of those who served in the
West African squadron
Merciful overlords

In the name of diabolical oligarchy
In the kingdom of demise rules supremacy
Solipsistic crowned nobility
Stern reigning gunboat diplomacy

Recollections of the past, revised, condemn, taint & poison
But I'll raise my glass to the memory of the wretches who
Served in the preventative squadron

I salute
Those who tugged at the master butcher's apron strings

The sun never sets
The blood never dried
The fruitless sacrifice
Of the butchers benign
The sun it never sets
The blood never dries
Lest we forget
That the master butchers still whet their knives


06. Noncompliance To ASTM F899-12 Standard

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Numbing torturous troubadours
Of this melodious dirge
Ostentatious triumphalism
Impressarios of despair

Virtuosos of the visceral
Artisans of the morgue
Wretched morbid euphemisms
Orating grisly tongue

This is the way of all flesh that will decay
The cycle of death exhausted well and truly plagued
A vacuous malaise for which you studiously cater
The lowest common neonate denominator

Germinated spores are sown
Plagiarised as your own
But it's you we've outgrown
Stillborn at birth

Artistically moribund
Soulless ghosts of the underground
By the past you are bound
Stunted at birth

Dulled, blunted, low tensile dearth metal
Melodists of soullessness
Harmonisers of the converse
In heartless exuberance
Impotent vain facile notations
Purveyors of rottenness
Deadpan putrescent prose
A musical spent blunt force trauma
The butcher's cur attenuated.

This is the way of all flesh that will decay
The cycle of death exhausted well and truly played
A terminal malaise that you so feverishly savour
The lowest common puerile denominator

The fruits of putrefaction shown
Assimulated & decomposed
But it's you that's been outgrown
Stillborn at birth

Sadistically moribund
Accursed ghosts of the underground
By the past you are bound
Stunted at birth

Non hardened, brittle, untempered, dead

This is the way of all flesh that will decay
The cycle of death unbroken - stunted at birth
A vacuous malaise well and truly plagued
- the lowest common denominator
- stillborn at birth

Dulled, blunted, low tensile dearth metal

Artistically moribund
Soulless ghosts of the underground
By our own past we are bound
Stillborn at birth - D.O.A.


07. The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills

Music by Jeff Walker, Bill Steer, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
From the weeping womb to the tomb
Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial
mercantile maroon

Your heirs will be deprived this fate
A penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through
the grim rusting factory gates

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying...

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

The granulating dark satanic mills...

Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
Disassembly line of skin & bone
Collieries not beaches
lie beneath the paving stones

When chattel black turned to white
Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench
the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying...

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills

An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
"A working class hero is something to be"
An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
A working class hero is something to bleed.


08. Unfit For Human Consumption

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Seductive lymphandetitis
Delectable septic metritis
Tempting glanders jaundice
For human consumption unfit

Palatable melanosis
Aromatic mastitis
Saporous brucellosis
Cry havoc and let slip

Salivating
At the leash straining
The cadaver dogs
Devouring

Appetising
Diseased gastric dining
The cadaver dogs
In cold blood

Indulging in sarcocysts
Epicurean pericarditis
Cariosus tender and lean
After all you are what you eat

Unfit for human consumption
An appetite for bovine destruction
A manifesto for mutilation
Manifests in your own dereliction

The dogs of cruor released
On severed carnage feed
Cadaver dogs rabidly bay and seeth
Canine, ulunating, feverishly inhaling
the scent of human debris

Indulgent lymphandetitis
Aromatic mastitis
Corrosive carcase rotten and obscene
After all you are what you eat


09. 316L Grade Surgical Steel

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Always love the ones you hurt
Passion killer with no time to mourn
Cold comfort that your heart is torn
I wish you hell- sealed with a kiss.

Tenderized twelve ounces of flesh
Love is a void a wound in the chest
Never open your heart worn on your sleeve
Sweet affection lip service to the bereaved

I am no ones property
In no other do I trust
For there is no true love
Only varying degrees of lust

Coronary deceased
Pitiless piety
Despicable cardiology
A rapture in purulence

Solid cast heart, metallic annealed
In surgical

Steal your heart your true soulmate
The best vengeance is living well
Love is a bitch it maims to please
I'll see you again once more down on your knees

We all wear the culled bull's feather
Senseless wittols of mistrust
For there is no true love
Only varying degrees of lust

Myocardiam depletes
Detestible pathology
Seventy two beats per minute desist
Ruptured in purulence.

Solid cast heart, metallic annealed
In surgical steel

Exiled on maim street

Don't tell me that you want
Don't tell me that you need
Don't tell me that you love
Don't tell me that you care

Don't fool yourself


10. Captive Bolt Pistol

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Desensitiser
Carbine mortiser
Brain paralyser
Cold and rational
premeditated death sanitizer

Aimed accles and shelvoke cash
The cranium punctured penetrated and mashed
Non-lethal pneumatic percussion cap
A meat suppressor rifled muzzle flash

Stunbolt fired
Wrought carbon alloy expelled
A knackeries recital
Respiring lines of warm
stupefying black powder cordite

Hilti dx seven five zero
Low velocity recoil lock and load
Into cerebral grey matter and temple lobe
Point two two calibre metal jacket
blank round explodes

Captive bolt pistol detonation
Skull bone cavity penetrating

Captive piston cavity trepanation

The monolithic shambles
Of doctor temple grandin
Forceful projectile
No exit wound upon its deadly
death-strike discharge

Blitz-kerner homicide
To cull the human herd despised
Captive bolt pistol munition of spite
The love child of doctor Hugo Heiss


11. Mount Of Execution

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
Vamos

Come tell me do you pray to the devout Santa Muerte?
Or do you slay for Hel Niña Blanca without mercy?
The cavalry of this calvary
A nuevo testament that decimates
The reconquista of the crematoria
A gathering corpsestorm of hell awaits

Bloodied but unbowed
These seasoned grievances will be avowed

A dark mobilization
An aphotic horizon
A war unrestrained
Reign of terror is unleashed
The battalions of rage are trouping
Down from the heights of bible hill

This was no new Jerusalem
But a golgotha that you created
Oiling the machines of your opulence
A sprawling barrio spawning an open living grave
Mountainous calaveras
Come hold my hand come witness the truth
Mass execution of juvenility
The liquidation of a whole ungodly youth

Bloodied but unbowed
These seasoned grievances will be avowed

A dark mobilization
An aphotic horizon
A war unrestrained
Reign of terror is unleashed
The battalions of rage manouvering
Down from the heights of bible hill

Stupifying horror across the river awaits
Can't you see narco insurgency death rattling at the gates?
Barrios of destitution from the desolate valley arose
Come taste god's own medicine
Dispensed from the horn of the goat

Stupifying horror across the river awaits
Come taste god's own medicine pooling at your gates

Unleashed-cartel commandos will rain
Down from the heights of bible hill


12. Intensive Battery Brooding

Music by Bill Steer, Jeff Walker, Dan Wilding
Lyrics by Jeff Walker
A blue peafowl soaring
Silent deadly dormant lied
Spreading its plummage
Incendiary armed and primed
Timer ticking

Peafowl rising
Awakes from its slumbering state
Short fuse smouldering
A world of pain to detonate
To devastate

Scalding concussing
Defeathered broiler - foul game
Ornate unstable
Incubating charged despot of disdain

A blue peacock - desolation in its wake
A blue peacock - fragmenting laying waste

You'd better handle with care now
A sleeping mongrel best to lie
Controlled atmosphere killing
A tactical device that's unbenign
Device ticking

Countdown sequenced
There is no turning back
Time is the true grand leveller
Shattering your crystal habitat

Scalding concussing
Defeathered broiler - foul game
Ornate volatile unstable
Incubating despot of disdain

A blue peacock - desolation in its wake
A plump blue peacock - fragmenting laying waste
A blue peacock - desolation in its wake
A blue peacock - about to blow up in your face

Intensive poultry battery brooding
Critical mass approaching cruelly

A numbed ground zero with no shelter
Fold before time the true grand leveller

Deflagration without warning
Over your grave will ride a thousand horses

You reap the whirlwind of what you sowed
I'll laugh as your world implodes

Ha