The Abortionist – Deceiving Hades (FULL ALBUM)



The Abortionist debut album “Deceiving Hades” available now.
Streaming / download options: https://linktr.ee/abst.metal

01. Death’s Desecration (00:00)
02. Casketborn (01:37)
03. Deceiving Hades (05:43)
04. Exhume (11:04)
05. Termination of Swine (14:54)
06. Bughuul (16:37)
07. The Hollow (21:02)
08. Undying Glory – Seppuku (23:15)

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  1. LYRICS

    1. DEATH'S DESECRATION

    (Instrumental)

    2. CASKETBORN

    Shackled alive, tip-toed through silence and held in still life
    How coldly you rest in the luminescence of Eden's glow

    A reflection of porcelain skin now casts the vilest of white
    My silent child, you mustn’t shutter an inch, mustn’t utter a weep

    Black eyes, insidious, the maggots writhe

    The rigor mortis has stiffened your shell deeming you hollow inside

    No longer my pride, how shortly I held you as mine in annulled time

    You are staining the underside

    And now the time hath come

    The dawning hour upon us

    Dull, vacant eyes, bear witness to my cruelty

    Oh lord, on trembling knees, I exhale the last, and command us both to sleep

    For now you see

    Who was led astray from light to rattle empty

    For now you'll cry, a mass rot black devoid of eyes
    For now you see, a gift from God hath returned to thee

    What stolen life you have removed from me

    Fuck this hide

    Fuck this rancid hide

    There was never anything inside

    Maggots and lactic fluids preferred to what God denied

    How coldly he lied

    A mother blessed with the greatest gift

    Grasped away, breath set – aside

    You never even tried
    For you are merely a shell, uterine wide, solidified

    Adhuc peur meus
    Et nunc est tempus ad requiem

    Animas domus atra praecepti tibi
    Et ego sequar vos

    My still child

    The time for rest is nigh

    Foul great fires have called you home
    And I will follow you down
    My still child

    The time for rest is now

    On trembling knees, I exhale the last

    And command us both to sleep

    3. DECEIVING HADES

    I am bearer

    The architect of disease

    I am the namesake of sickly script once spoken

    The old one, I have witnessed eons slip away

    The ancient mind dwindles ever further into decay
    Ensnared, there can be no death for the author
    Lurking the ever-barren plains, so long before the birth of light

    I am paling towards lunacy
    Within a blink, the birth of creation
    The bastard mutation now blindly acts and breeds
    The earthen gift; deflowered and bled by their own hand
    Humanity lives on borrowed time
    Alas I’ll wait with ever-bated breath

    Frailty in their being
    A game most fruitless, they race to ashen grave
    The pitch and cinders you will soon call your home
    Sickness in their marrow
    I am beginning and so shall be the bitter end

    Upon the sour rotting rind of the once fertile mother
    Such agony your kind bestows
    In her weeping wake, no penance would keep you here alive

    The final dawn shall be ushered at my will
    And mankind must blindly greet its end
    Within the fire, humanity so lowly lays their head
    Blistering hand in hand, before the drawing curtain

    At the horizon they stand, mouth ajar
    Trembling, humanity can only avert their eyes
    For they have poisoned her streams, spread cancer upon her breeze
    Most sickly hubris shall render all earthen life erased

    Eden was never within your grasp
    So now you’ll burn
    To carbon and dust you may now return
    In her absolution, so softly your ash falls to earth in silence

    4. EXHUME

    Porcelain

    Disease grows

    From the dirt, shadows cast on dying light

    Sacrifice

    Dormant life
    Lift your head, rise, rise

    With an inhumane injection, your eyes open wide
    Lungs collapse then fill with a harrowing cry
    Convulsions feeding ecstasy, screams ring divine

    Rise from the dead… rise

    O ye, pale one, ye O’ meager faith
    Florescence merely glistens off intravenous affixed in place
    Oh once stiffened, now how your fluids course
    Your corpse exhumed to breath again, for I am your God, “Reborn”

    How curious the fingernails persist to grow
    Rigid and rigor, through centuries bestowed

    How curious the knell seems to silently sound
    Your feeble bones sing the most grating rounds

    It's nothing short of profound; I can't help but smile my child

    O ye, cold one, ye O' fleeting faith

    Your filth-coated sheets unwilling separate of fetid flesh, plucked from the earth aborted one

    No longer sentenced to your stiff absolution

    With great pleasure, at last we have met
    Your static gaze, through cataract obstruction
    I shall teach you to walk again

    Yet, you are nothing to me
    Just festering cavities of cancerous malady

    Tepid holes to be torn open phallically

    Your flesh to savor lustfully, your gold to swipe perpetually

    With an inhumane injection, your eyes shift abound
    Lungs collapse and fill with a fluidic brown
    Convulsions turn to shock as your brain surely drowns
    You're as dead as the weed I had torn from the ground

    Rigor returns, your chest locks, I've miscarried you son

    O ye, pale one, I’ve relished in your fetor
    No God could squander such fortune
    In hatred, eternally we will… rot
    Rot

    5. TERMINATION OF SWINE

    Fast approaches our first light
    A celestial progeny in desperation
    Home soil hollow, barren mother; dour, slips again

    Twisting in spasm to resurface

    Ill gasps of no avail

    Henceforth, forevermore, we the fathers breeding genesis
    Heed our sickly lessons dwelling deep in hearts of pitch

    A pariah meets the slate
    Incisions slit wide for exsanguination's sake
    The flesh is propped, affixed with nails betwixt the brain
    Into this soil, pitch is drained
    Forever-soured lands to tart rusting remains

    The flesh's fall; our kin's unending gain
    Forevermore, the fathers will beget deceit and pain

    This breed of burden coils the fucking drain
    Asphyxiate

    Henceforth

    We the fathers

    Breeding

    Hominal termination

    6. BUGHUUL

    Into my jaws, gnashing teeth frantically tear away
    At infantile flesh of lifeless slender specimen

    A perfect bairn to quench this never-waning thirst of mine

    Seed of humanity bequeathed now as if rats unto the piper

    Long I’ve remained impatient to this human disease
    Aged scripture hath spoken of my return

    Alas, the ingestion of prepubescent spawn doth begin again
    I’m to feast of juvenile human babe, leading all children so much astray

    Across barren pasture, they grasp my outstretched hand; so far removed they’ll remain

    Oh, how the sheep will cry

    Alas, the shepherd grows unhearing in this day

    I unhinge my jaw, swallowing the child whole
    I am harbinger of human grief, apex of earthen misery, incomparable
    Ode to withered writ, pitch-blacken rites; to feast of budding long-pig
    Out of the corner of the eye, mouth agape, humanity staring as the curtains drawn

    An existence bleeding from the date of birth

    The bastard ape yet myopic to their ashen way

    My hands alone gift expiration to humanity
    Now, filicide I will bare; my instinctual deathly modus operandi

    Sons and daughters; ashes carried by the wind

    Alas, the ingestion of prepubescent spawn doth begin again
    I’m to feast of juvenile human babe, leading all children so much astray

    Across barren pasture, they grasp my outstretched hand; so far removed they’ll remain

    Oh, how the sheep will cry

    Alas, the shepherd grows unfeeling in this day

    I unhinge my jaw, swallowing the child whole

    I am harbinger of human grief, apex of earthen misery, incomparable

    Ode to withered writ, pitch blacken rites; to feast of budding long-pig

    Out of the corner of the eye, mouth agape, humanity staring as the curtains drawn

    The tender ligament sorely tears away

    Squeals of the callow long pig; such laughably feeble naiveté

    And to Moloch, baring ten thousand lesions, you need pay the lasting cost
    My bloodless spawn, bereft of life, one by one now feast of morsels carved of your dying flesh

    Clipped at birth, the human now deep within the grasp of generations ever-lost

    The withered corpse of the ape stripped bare, a species fading dimmer sorely slips away

    ‘Til then I’ll feast

    Feast

    Feast

    7. THE HOLLOW

    (Instrumental)

    8. UNDYING GLORY – SEPPUKU

    Ascendance

    The hills rise, shadows die
    Silver peaks the eye, in fading light
    Torches in hand, carry spoils of fallen commanders

    Once known as kin, my brothers await in the life after death

    A time for bloodshed, the dawn of honored rule

    Till prideful death, without fault, Daimyo we abide

    We shall not rest, shall feel no pain, nor fear of taking life
    Ritual suicide of Bushido; honor in after life firmly kept

    Upon the breeze, a whisper of forty thousand strong fast approaching
    From the seas of east, putrid vermin salivating over our sacred lands

    Under blessings of Nobori, my kin of ten thousand, hands affixing blade’s hilt, ever stand guard
    We shall reclaim everything we’ve once lost

    Distant fleets, fast, crest horizon
    The signal fires have been lit

    A roar of strange tongue growing ever nearer

    We must prepare ourselves

    Smoldering flames, to steel, shall meet
    Ten thousand sparks mark your nearing defeat
    Precision in mind, perfection at hand, steadfast, we men of stone

    My loyal brothers fall at my side

    Raised katana ever guards their pride

    Beyond doubt, our oath ingrained in flesh

    As for avengement; removal of the head

    Never-ending generations of war befallen fast upon us

    We the ghosts, forever unseen, within shadow, await to sever

    Armored upon horseback, distant figures, fast, crest Kyushu
    As roaring gallops greet the earth, dust from cloven hoof; growing ever thick atop the hillside
    Drawing longbow, their shot is cast, bolts ablaze bending arc across arid sky
    In hope’s slow death, our fate they firmly grasp; we are much outnumbered

    Torrential rains have fallen
    Clotted blood spill gracing muddied ground
    Organs splayed, their bowels hanging limp from emptied gut
    Burning bolts catch our rib cage; brothers are scorched alive

    The feted stench of death hanging thick upon the air, rigor of lost kin set in
    We are swiftly reduced to none, my nearing death now realized

    Defeated upon my knees, I am to die, the vermin surrounding
    Encircled, spears gaining ground toward my throat, bloodletting to begin
    Turning inward, I feel my cold blade puncture the bowel
    Twisting skyward, now offering the fatal tear
    To my brothers in the life after death
    I will stand in your presence once more

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