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The Art Of Pillaging
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To be consumed by the parasites we live amongst...a slow, burning death.
metal gothic dark death black
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The underbelly of persecution is the damp and foul scent of Death/Doom/Black and Classic Metal.
Three musicians that shared the same vision of bringing a distinctive band to the underground metal community conceived Her Rotting Ways in Niles, MI during the fall of 2004. Influenced by Death/Black/Thrash and Doom Metal, Her Rotting Ways combines these and a melodic sense of violence to construct one of the more original sounding bands within their genre. The ever-changing riff exchange between guitar, bass and drums keeps the listeners busy before the onslaught of sheer vocal terror rings the ears. Intermittent melodies and soaring guitar solos share center stage with the darkened shroud Her Rotting Ways casts abroad, seducing the audience with its succubus-like tendencies. The bands name symbolizes the positive and negative sides of what some say to be the most powerful and influential being known to man.Woman. The demise of Liberty standing on the New York Harbor, the wicked winds of change redesigning our landscape compliments of Mother Nature, the scars left behind from a love once lost, or the simple seduction from the innocent beauty all women possess can describe what we now call Her Rotting Ways. DOWNLOAD ALL SONGS FOR FREE!!
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Charts
Peak #414
Peak in subgenre #70
Author
Matthew Tranker
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Her Rotting Music
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June 07, 2005
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MP3 5.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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The Art of Pillaging Forbidden trance, I invoke, grinned death stare Dismal fog, empty eyes, I’ve lost it all Marriage of, light and dark, what is left? Dismayed I was, the blade went down, nonetheless I am your death Horrors of infinity It hurts to live I live to hurt The village is burned, the fire is spewed, stench of flesh I stone the innocent, I burn with lust, I worship death The bodies are scattered, horizon of hate, sadistic touch Hope is gone, all have died, tears have wilted
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