Ridenti Mortuus - 2018

by Rigor Sardonicous

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4 song EP at 32:47
Releases 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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Track Name: The Smiling Dead
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
Track Name: The Hound
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
Track Name: The Unsepulchered Dead
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
Track Name: Intereo Parum Infantia
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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