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Architects of Sadism

by A Walk With the Wicked

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Morts Here we are presented with a death metal band from South Africa. And a damn impressive EP they've managed to churn out from their darkened, angry souls! I have to admit that at first I figured it was a good yet somewhat unremarkable offering, but the longer I listened the more I realised that (once again) my first impression was sorely underappreciative. I'll be rockin' out to this one rather often! Favorite track: Reaching for the Dark.
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1.
The funeral pyre is ready Gasoline overflows Methodically planned From spark to finish Matches at the ready It takes a single strike The flames engulf my body Sending screams into the night I see my blistered skin The fire licks my soul I cannot take a breath The heat consumes all hope The scent of burning hair Is laced with stink of flesh Screaming in agony Or is this final bliss Nothing will be left Burned into a crisp It all goes up in smoke This useless life I’ve lived My senses turning numb It doesn’t hurt at all I see my skin peel off Ash drifting to the floor Fire in my heart It coarses through my veins My boiling eyes don’t see The smouldering remains The flames grow ever higher As I reach euphoria Invincible, untouchable Icon of burning death A final blaze of glory Is all that I wished for The fire consumes everything My body, soul no more Incinerate! Exsanguinate! My wretched body spurned I am the white light at the end And it fucking burns!
2.
Climbing through stairways And breaking through dead bolts A putrid stench fills the air Chained to the rafters Patients of perversion A medical miscarraige Wanting to know what makes Human beings work Ethics forgotten As the flesh becomes rotten The ones who are lucky are dead Solo: Robbins Cock cut off Mangled and given a feminine shape Eyes pulled out Pins and needles punched in the face Sticks shoved in Holes in the head to stir up the brain Blood kept in Elegant teacups on elegant plates These were no longer human in shape Limbs torn off Leaving the body writhing in place Bones broken Reset at angles for which they were’t made Skin pulled back Muscle infected, infested with sores Mouths sewn shut To see how long they could not eat at all Victims of a sadistic whim Some still lay around Screaming, bloody, sore Freakish creations Dripping flecks of gore Granting them mercy Execution rite Spirits are released Into wordless night
3.
The stars align To usher in an evil Beyond what you or I Can scarcely comprehend Beneath the fathoms Of crushing darkness The dread god lies entombed Not dead but dreaming Not dead but dreaming Rise! Priest of desolation This blackened spirit In servitude to you Will heed your demon call From afar Offering human sacrifice To gain your favour Be spared the terrors And be devoured first Oh, great old prophet Consume my soul Have mercy on this spirit Have mercy on this soul Ingest this human body And send it straight to hell I carve your sign in my flesh I slake the virgin blood I desecrate the altars Of every lesser god Solo: Knighton-Pullin / Robbins Solo: Howard-Tripp
4.
From the day our eyes were opened Forever altered what we see Safeguarded knowledge kept hidden Buried beneath the centuries Sacred books of arcane wisdom The cosmic time and place of man Unleashing works of pure precision Behold, The Ancient’s master plan And we shall be more than created Behind this frail human mask We will never see the light We are reaching for the dark And who shall live to tell this tale Once all that said has come to pass We will never see the light (again) We are reaching for the dark Darkness is contained Withing these blackened tomes Reminding us of where our loyalties lie So many years slept in slumber So many years that even death may die The ancient prophets are awakened The resurrection has begun The earth will tremble as they waken Block out the sky, destroy the sun Solo: Howard-Tripp The astral powers are converging Your death will be painless and fast Your soul will dwell in hell eternal Forever shrouded in dark
5.
Already Dead 04:57
War-torn, and violent Lurching towards your fate Shrapnel rains from the sky Can you feel it Ridden with bullet wounds Bloodstains upon your boots Fist clenched, weapon in hand Will yourself forward We shall first lead the strike Foremost, our will to die Sadistic tendencies Vehement urge to fight Grey skies will see the war Corpses litter the floor Gun shot, straight to the head You are already dead The body is willing The spirits all have fled Mindless warriors Intent on their bloodshed Demonic power keeps the fires fed The battle rages on forever Already dead Flags mark the fallen hordes Tearing through flesh with swords As the forsaken gods Watch in delight Undead, they soldier on Towards a lightless dawn Staining the white bones red We are already dead You’ll never live to see another sunrise You’ll never feel light on your skin Your flesh is left behind and rotten Your body is already dead Nothing awaits you again in this life Slaughter becomes second nature Ripping off limbs as you cross the battlefield Tearing apart the weak and the wretched Solo: Robbins
6.
Shambling corpses Stand again walls Ten thousand strong Cadaverous halls Prime motivation Biological warfare Human life forfiet In the face of torture Breeding disease In clinical conditions Slicing up mothers To study their children Blood escapes Ruptured eyes Splintered bones Depressurized Ripped apart Torn at the seams Spun to death Unsettling screams Victims of Germ attacks Guts ground up Fed to rats Raped for birth Test subjects Nothing remains To resurrect Murdered in the name of science Human torture feasted on Bloodstained walls behold the horror Architects of sadism Plague laced flesh Starved to death Crucified Irradiated

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Recorded in 2008 by Dean Bailey at Cloud Studios, Cape Town, South Africa

Mixed and mastered by David Castillo at Ghostward Studios, Stockholm, Sweden

All songs written by A Walk With the Wicked

© 2011 A Walk With the Wicked

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released January 28, 2011

A Walk With the Wicked is:

Vocals - Rory Molyneux
Guitars - Ian Robbins
Guitars - Mathew Howard-Tripp
Bass - Tim Leibbrandt
Drums - Stephen Makin


Session drums by Adriaan Cronje
Bass guitar by Justin Bedford
Guest solo on "Ancient Servant" by Charles Knighton-Pullin

Recorded by Dean Bailey, Cloud Studios, Cape Town, South Africa
Mixed and Mastered by David Castillo, Ghostward Studios, Stockholm, Sweden

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