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Spelling Doom
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A death for a thousand means glory for a million... A plodding anthem with warrior chanting chorus. You can read a review at http://www.godsofmusic.com/gom/reviews.php?action=detail&id=6889. He gives a low score, but it is funny to read.
gore goblin witch leaving
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Dark, Gloomy, Crusty, Blackened Dungeon Metal featuring members of Gore Goblin. Black Metal, Doom Metal, Proto-Death, and Hardcore Punk smashed together for the
Witch Leavings are a uniquely dark combination of primitive Dark Metal and Punk. The spirit of the project is a merging of the militant philosophy behind such brilliant innovators as Manowar and Bolt Thower and the dark philosophy of the equally brillaint innovators Old Man's Child and Sodom, with a dash of the hopeless world view of British Hardcore Punk ala Rudimentary Peni and Subhumans. The product is one of the most depressingly abrasive styles known to man: Dungeon Metal.
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Metal • Death/Black Metal
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Peak #142
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Gorbag Gygax
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July 2004
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July 21, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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A time for dissent You urge the whole world to repent Of the crimes against your greatest ill Setting the stage for a doomkill An army of chaos gathers to arms An army of law is sounding alarms To commit to a battle of untimely fate Ridding this world of this animal hate Mankind has spelled out his intent Far too much blood has been spent Achieving this dreary purpose Activating their spectral circus Bandstands scattered like chaff Wizards of Doom stroking the shaft They calling into being a sort of device That has the effect of extracting your life Spelling Doom, a void making room Altars of Gore, avoid making war Killing combatants as they lie asleep Prey on their very souls as sheep Beast of murder The charges are all the absurder A law against evil, a war against life You suckle the needle, you brandish the knife Soldiers shake in the wake of the river of blood Shoulders quakes as they extract men from the mud Boulders break the bodies who could not be saved Turning mortal coils into rope which holds you in your graves A time for descent…
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