Am heutigen Freitag veröffentlicht die deutsche Death Metal Walze FLESHCRAWL ihr zehntes Studiolangeisen “Epitome Of Carnage”. Da darf mit `Chapel Of Guts´ natürlich auch die obligatorische nackenbrechende Videosingle zum Release nicht fehlen.
Die Band über ihren ausgekoppelten neuen Track:
„With ‚Chapel of Guts‘ we wanted to showcase the full spectrum of our sound. This track stands out from our more classic Swedish death metal tracks, making it the perfect contrast to the other singles and the album as a whole. It’s a short break from the more straight-forward tracks, offering a more dark contrast. It digs a bit deeper into the FLESHCRAWL roots, combining heavy, doomy passages with intense blast beats and a lot of dynamics. It captures that darker atmosphere we wanted to have on the record. It’s death metal with a room to breathe and then to choke. Like the rest of the album, the song simply emerged from a variety of ideas and riffs. We didn’t force it into a specific direction; we just let the track develop its own flow and energy during the writing process.“
Mehr zu Band und Album lest Ihr auch im aktuellen Interview:
FLESHCRAWL – Stärker als vorher und fieser denn je – Obliveon
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Lyrics:
In darkness and grime, I crawl and choke
Seeking the curse
Swaddled in silk laced with venomous threads
Entered the maze with a smile unearned
Each lull of the clock was a blade in the making
Each breath I mistook as a life unconcerned
Seeking the curse
No hope remains to break this chain
Trapped in the void, for eternal pain
A chapel disguised as a welcoming cry
The gears of intent now grind into motion
A trial of death beneath consequence skies
Flesh torn apart where the silence bites
It stands in silence, bound in grief
A monument of flesh and belief
No cross, no chime, no sacred sign
Just pulsing walls and rotting shrines
Rotting shrines
Skinned alive, to cleanse the soul
Left to rot, inside the hole
Priests impaled, in robes of fire
Faith reduced, to raw desire
Sinners nailed, to dripping wood
Their mouths are stuffed, with sacred blood
No salvation, no more grace
Only death, in this sacred place
Each door a decision, each step on cursed ground
A sentence unspoken, a soul tightly bound
To silence that screams in a cyclical sound
The violence of ruin in hell they hound
You pray for release, but the trial’s design
Is to build you anew, one fracture at a time
You pray for release, you pray for death
Drowning in blood, gasping for breath
In a Chapel of Guts, only charred remains
In a Chapel of Guts, where fire reigns
The structure collapses, the marrow leaks
As flesh splits open and silence speaks
Your skull rethreaded through ritual pain
Baptized in blood, then broken again
I crawled through the wounds of that sacred decay
Staggered out blind through the blood and the clay
But something now lingers beneath my skin
A whispering rot that still pulses within
In a Chapel of Guts, cursed are the dead
In a Chapel of Guts, where no life dwells
The chapel consumes what I once called a self
To render the raw from illusion’s remains
I walk now as witness to lives never questioned
An echo of judgment that still bears my name