Torture, by Écorché / The Abysmal Gate / Sar Nath

Torture

by Écorché / The Abysmal Gate / Sar Nath

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9 song CD featuring 3 new tracks by Écorché, 3 new tracks by The Abysmal Gate, and 3 new tracks by Sar Nath. Comes in a single gatefold card case. Layout by Écorché's Wolfman.

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1.	Écorché - The Breaking Wheel 05:40	lyrics	buy track
Dropping, smashing, breaking Lift the wheel, drop the wheel, break the bone against the stone One more time Shards of bone break the skin, the skin is thin against the shin The breaking wheel Painful slow death The throbbing pain Three days to die, nailed to the wheel The breaking wheel Labored slow breath Thirsting parched throat Crow perched on your chest, plucks out your eyes Blackened, fractured, splintered Place the arm between the spokes, snapped in two, turning blue Bludgeoning Femurs cracks, tendons snap, elastic crack The breaking wheel Painful slow death The throbbing pain Three days to die, nailed to the wheel The breaking wheel Labored slow breath Thirsting parched throat Crow perched on your chest, plucks out your eyes
2.	Écorché - The Cross 06:20	lyrics	buy track
Roman justice is efficient not quick, cold, cruel and wonderfully sick The flagrum should do the trick, every breath brings excruciating pain The lictors arrive with the scorpion whip, jagged sheep bone attached to every tip A flick of the wrist causes my flesh to rip, every breath brings excruciating pain Collapsed on the ground the whipping complete, tied to the cross bar I lay in the street Roughly I’m grabbed and forced to my feet, every breath brings excruciating pain Dragging a cross of cedar, cypress and pine, on my scourged back there isn’t much time Till I’m nailed to this thing that’s breaking my spine, every breath brings excruciating pain [refrain during verses: The whip pierces flesh The whip pierces nerve The whip ends your fight The spike pierces flesh The spike pierces nerve The spike holds you tight The cross takes your breath The cross is slow death The cross is the State The spear punctures skin The spear punctures heart The spear seals your fate] Thrown to the ground to drive dirt in my cuts, the cross is assembled by sweaty grunts My torture continued by these Roman cunts, every breath brings excruciating pain Seven inch spikes put through my wrist, to nail my feet, my legs they twist My hands contort into claw like fists, every breath brings excruciating pain The sign above my skull, it states my crime, citizens gaze upon me like I am swine Given a bitter drink of myrrh and wine, every breath brings excruciating pain Unable to breath I quickly tire, pain shoots through my arms like fire Not long now until I expire, every breath brings excruciating pain Nailed to the cross A nameless slave Nailed to the cross A mirthless knave My heart is pierced By six foot spear Left here to rot Missed I am not
3.	Écorché - The Rack 08:01	lyrics	buy track
The Cathar priest, Heresy speaks, For his crimes burn, burn, burn, burn Cursed Witch, Fever pitch, To fear God learn, learn, learn, learn The sinful Turk, In shadows lurk, Into the Light burned, burned, burned, burned The ex-Jew, Is this true? Salvation (is) earned, earned, earned, earned On the rack, feet are tied On the rack, hands are tied On the rack, body stretched On the rack, sinful wretch On the rack, feet are scorched On the rack, arms are torched Pardoned by God, given free reign To torture at will, hand chosen to maim and kill Inquisitor Dominicans, Doing God’s work 800 years of Hell…Hell on Earth, sanctioned from above A ‘better’ world through the cleansing power of the Lord’s ‘love’ The Cathar priest, Heresy speaks, For his crimes burn, burn, burn, burn Cursed Witch, Fever pitch, To fear God learn, learn, learn, learn The sinful Turk, In shadows lurk, Into the Light burned, burned, burned, burned The ex-Jew, Is this true? Salvation (is) earned, earned, earned, earned On the rack, tongue is pinched On the rack, nails are splinched On the rack, in dungeon dank On the rack, one more crank On the rack, Torturer grins On the rack, Church always wins
4.	The Abysmal Gate - Witchcraft Reborn 03:50	info
5.	The Abysmal Gate - The Everlasting Tribulation 03:46	info
6.	The Abysmal Gate - The Knight of Satan (Soldado Necrofi) 04:43	info
7.	Sar Nath - The Spectre In Your Hand 03:43	info
8.	Sar Nath - Athames Across Throats 04:21	info
9.	Sar Nath - Suicide Dreaming Void 03:09	info

about

A split album between Écorché, The Abysmal Gate and Sar Nath. Nine songs on the subject of physical torture and inner torment.
Torture will also be available on a digipak CD via the Écorché Bandcamp page and via Hypnosia Recordings beginning May 2016.

credits

released April 5, 2016

Tracks 1 - 3 by Écorché (music and lyrics by JGW and Wolfman)
Tracks 4 - 6 by The Abysmal Gate (music and lyrics by JL Munoz)
Tracks 7 - 9 by Sar Nath (music and lyrics by Lord Sar Nath)