Ridenti Mortuus - 2018

by Rigor Sardonicous

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1.
As the dawn breaks, a restless slumber cries in silence As the darkness fades, a visionless path remains to break To see the twilight crawl from a cloudless sky To see nocturnal horror in the absence of night A dead land of spirits without a soul The wandering cries from aimless might A blood-wept dream within a hole The barren realm unfit for sight The promised hope of salvation and grace A stagnant death of hell and disgrace The fertile fields of flowers to taste A fallen virtue without it's own face A shattered son Alone and abandoned Upon this very day, this very hour Stillness gives way
2.
The Hound 07:08
Bay, O' great hound bay, in the midnight shadows Gone is the light of day, unknown is thy name Conjured from the putrid graves and cast out from the flames My soul is thine to claim, taken from this world Darkness is my only sight My brethren was taken from this life Cursed is this evil relic Damned am I, I'm in pain Madness rides the star-wind, dripping death astride Night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial The baying of that dead and fleshless whirring monstrosity Fangs yawning twistedly from grinning jaws of death An inert mass of mangled flesh Draws me to that foetid grave This fateful amulet of jade Will damn me to this ancient grave Under the frozen light of the cold moon Thickened in blood and rising full Fear does call and life does fade Upon the night when the hound does bay Bay, O' great hound bay, in the midnight shadows Gone is the light of day, unknown is thy name Conjured from the putrid graves and cast out from the flames My soul in Hell will blaze, forgotten from this world Centuries of mangled corpses Golden heads of new-buried children That faint distant, large, incessant baying Unnamed and unnamable
3.
Rise up from the depths of the dead Languish in the morning light Scatter among ruins and decay Take flight in the boxed grave Cursed by life and given to the dead Shackled from the dark night, cold to the earth Rise upon the starlight, shrieking voices heard Into the day cloaked in faded shade Shun the stained breath, gaze to the sage Mystified forms, chattering blackness Fallen from time with fractured, crooked necks Languid lies, a penchant for wretched life Unclean decline, unseen in night or light Arise from the darkened gloom and cherish as Dead life slumbers awake unto nothingness Go forth and become holy and infected Come lie into the depths of the dead
4.
Hush little baby and don't say a word No ones gonna come and help you little girl And when you're alone and the stars don't shine Momma's gonna turn and put out the light Hush little baby and close your eyes You will never know the joy of afterlife And as you cross time on the cold, damp earth Momma's gonna mind to her dirty shirts Hush little baby and don't say a word Your obscene soul is not for this world And when you've fallen so far from grace Momma's gonna shun your life away Hush little baby and forever sleep No ones gonna learn your name, little sweet And when your body swells and aches Momma's gonna leave you at the rusted gates

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4 song EP at 32:47
Released 11/11/18 at 11:00 AM UTC in remembrance of WW1

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released November 11, 2018

Glenn Hampton - Bass
Joseph Fogarazzo - Guitar/Vocal
"?!" - Drums/Percussion

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Rigor Sardonicous New York

RAW DEATH INSPIRED DOOM, RIGOR SARDONICOUS DRAWS FROM TRULY APOCALYPTIC SOURCES FOR THEIR INSPIRATION AND FORWARD INTO THIS VOID A SONIC ATMOSPHERE NOT OF FRIGHTENED AND DEPRESSIVE APPREHENSION, BUT RATHER OF FRIGHTENING, HORRIFIC BLEAKNESS DRAWN FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF THE ABSENCE OF HOPE FOR ALL LIFE! ... more

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