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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about
The cross - a device used in execution since ancient times, most notably by the Romans. The cross was reserved for non-citizens, revolutionaries and army deserters. Death by the cross was extremely painful, often taking several days. Hanging just by the arms, the chest is compressed making it difficult to breath. Death on the cross comes not from your wounds, but surprisingly, by suffocation.
lyrics
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
credits
from Torture,
released April 5, 2016
Écorché - Two man blackened death rock project based in Pennsylvania, USA
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