Ripping, rotting, bleeding, tortured, murdered, quartered, dead
The realm of the Necrobutcher
Indiscriminate murderer
Knee deep in rotting meat
Deluge of blood, flood of aggression
Adrenaline rush in the basement of slaughter
Psychopathic rampage in the home of the damned
The stench is unbearable
Vomit inducing nightmare rooms
Bloody slabs hanging on hooks
Cutting tables piled with gore
Intestines draped across the walls
Macabre menagerie
A showcase of guts
With a blood soaked apron, arms cradled, full of organs
Bloodshot, yellow eyes
Filled with rage and desire
He wants you as dead as he is
A butcher who can't stop butchering
Even in death, unrelenting, nightmare terrorist
He is the undead
He decapitates to satiate the bloodlust of the bloodless
A pungent broth of bile glazes the fetid floors of the oven hot slaughter tombs
Blistered and battered and tattered and torn
This is your last night before your skin is worn
A butcher who can't stop butchering
Even in death, unrepentant nightmare terrorist
He is the undead
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024