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Das noch junge schwedische Black-Thrash Outfit SARCATOR stellt seinen ungehobelten Titelsong, zum dritten Album “Swarming Angels & Flies”, als Video vor. Als Veröffentlichungsdatum des Albums ist der 17. Januar 2025 geplant.

Über die Single verrät Fronter Mateo Tervonen :

“Swarming Angels & Flies is the title track for our upcoming record for a reason. It represents the elements of the album perfectly and is one of those songs that you want to break the silence with. It erupts out of nowhere and hits you like a concrete fist. A perfect violent introduction of what’s to come and what this album really is about.”  

 

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Lyrics:

He lives in the illusions where you flee

Enter a pungent cleanse

Where fragile minds are left to be… Undone

Fear us!

As we put our eyes at rest

So we may rejoice in the winding paths of serpentine

Now come forth

Through the shadows of the past

And into the uttermost depths

Swallow all that is,

Body and dreadful wine

Fear the awoken child

Woven to the devil’s spine

 

Swarming… Death!

 

Submerged sun of passage

Amidst the gathering

We’re all here to die

Blaze of death’s swinging axes, that

Reaches out, past our worthless eyes

 

Gather for the final hunt!

 

Burial winds ventilates the cold cuts

Bringing taste of iron to every tounge.

Transfusion of pestilent black blood. In

Boiling infantile waters,

We are deformed, recreated in scorn

 

Prayers corrupt in total regicide

Heaven succumb

As we dissolve the throne

 

The swarming death!-

Shall exterminate!

The swarming death!

Shall exterminate!

Destroy!

Destroy!

Destroy!

 

Now this is the funeral –

The void that inhales

The current collision of all that is

The glaciers wrath – the desert’s blow

The telling of the earth’s epilogue

March! We’re soon to be there

To stride alone on the wasteland plains

Heading towards the ecliptic sun

Where your horrors behind

Are waiting for our us!

 

Swarming… Death!

 

The fumes and scent

They promise us what we want

In the end

Unhinged minds ablaze

As the hunter is on the prowl of total

… Death!

 

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