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Fate of a Maggot

by Sewer Dwellers

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YomaBarr Enter the dragon! That's how you do a debut. No idea how this went unnoticed *kicks self*.

Guitars (with any number of strings) that detach your head from the rest of your pathetic body, and the vocalist could flatten the walls of Jericho.
You like Dormant Ordeal folks? Sure you do. So this is something from the same scene.
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1.
slaughter them and wipe them out cull them all - one by fuckin’ one is it the way we’re supposed to live? replacing tyranny with savagery the seed of hate has been planted on the sixth day the most inherent part of disgusting human nature great harvest has failed in every possible way this virus of hate is spreading like a fucking pest bring the rain on holy mother earth for there is nothing worth to be saved like a beast in a cage of flesh await for a moment to unleash a vengeful rage feral instincts on the verge of sanity mindless frenzy of consuming grief the human imperfection, the essence of abjection deprived of hope, at mercy of the devil’s incarnation like a spirit bringing down a mayhem how can we all be so blind to ignore these simple facts you can’t escape the fate of a bug lethargic indifference turns all into dust we had it all yet we turned it into trash we squandered the sacred gift of life I seek for final solution to start from scratch this human cancer deserves to be dispatched like a beast in a cage of flesh await for a moment to unleash a vengeful rage
2.
Woebegotten 04:05
immersed in decay, poisoned with resentment embracing darkest vision of my own dismay living in a lie with my eyes shut filled with self-disgust - fuck abandoned by myself, I’m counting final breaths expelling begging screams of a dying will ceaselessly fighting battles I cannot win slowly strolling on the verge of insanity. insanity. bearing chains on my hands I’m slave to myself time to stray from the path I’m slave to myself bestowed with a curse immersed in decay, poisoned with resentment embracing darkest vision of my own dismay slowly strolling on the verge of insanity from a cage that I cannot escape bearing chains on my hands I’m slave to myself time to stray from the path I’m slave to myself I’m slave to myself
3.
god has been dethroned, servants fight themselves wolf in sheep’s clothing has hidden in the herd it feasts upon the fear, In veil of darkness it creeps near only man can show such ignorance, incepted by indifference god has been dethroned, harmony is at stake god has been dethroned, new tyrant in his place dread, is pulsing in the veins, innocence shall decay from follower to a slave, all kneel and obey we’re of no avail, If we look away, striving to fail, avoiding truth that’s being said, captured in dissonance. the serenity can’t return, trembling with the fear of the fate one can’t unturn we weave a nest, where we can’t rest, we’ll perish at the behest. god has been dethroned, harmony is at stake god has been dethroned, new tyrant in his place mindless sheep cower in silence rotting alive from what’s retained inside unholy vile measures with malevolent intentions passion and rage under a hollow mask horrors with no perception of evil your god has been dethroned
4.
Dregs of Me 04:37
the fiction of the truth, the ailment of the heart it overburdens me, inhumed i want to flee the fiction of the faith, it keeps alive the flame, eyes pointed at the sun can’t see the world collapse, the beauty in despair the beauty in despair the beauty in despair it overburdens me, my empty shell in rust i cannot turn the time back, horrific thoughts attack I know this sufferance can’t be overbeared, the fate that horrifies me has become my nemesis I feel my every sense become numb, there are still instincts which strive to survive but when the twilight comes, it flays my mind to bone i can’t feel me, dismay is the only thing i know once there was luck, once all was gold now there is void, nothing grows self-aimed wrecking for the sake of none inside the shrine which is my corpse so I became a shade of me with every breath i cease to be my god did forsake me, no more me in myself, now I am someone faceless I try to figure out, what is this all about misery measured by counting the dregs of me dregs of me I feel my every sense become numb, there are still instincts which strive to survive but when the twilight comes, it flays my mind to bone I can’t feel me, dismay is the only thing i know once there was luck, once all was gold, the leprous times in hermitage the devolution has begun, death, death of me
5.
the fog of war grinds on and on thy kingdom falls thy will is gone on earth as it is in hell slaying those who belong to the kind of our own weeping in their blood, now we are bereft of love many lessons have been taught none of them has been learnt like a mongrel, humans always bite their tails "(The) war would end if the dead could return." holy essence of abjection the human imperfection defiled, deprived of hope, we are victims of (our) own deception the waves of odium are flooding the earth erasing what needs to be erased “We are the pure and chosen few And all the rest are damned There’s room enough in hell for you We don’t want heaven crammed!” we are trapped in the desolation descending from the filth of the gods, an everflowing stream of their disgust destined for extinction - an epidemic pestilence disfiguring the greatness of the world we are born from the dust, to be turned into dust descending from the filth of the gods

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released September 6, 2019

Recorded in Aurora Studio with Filip Mieszkalski and Daniel Witczak.
Mixed and mastered by Daniel Witczak.

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Sewer Dwellers Kraków, Poland

Sewer Dwellers is a brand new band from Cracow, Poland which embodies a fresh perspective on the modern blend of Deathcore and Death Metal while incorporating some symphonic elements.

FFO: Fit For An Autopsy, Lorna Shore, Chelsea Grin.
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