Slugdge
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Gastronomicon - 2014
Dim & Slimeridden Kingdoms - 2015
Esoteric Malacology - 2018
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Gastronomicon - 2014
-Dark Side Of The Shroom (Intro)-
[Instrumental]
-Gastronomicon-
Something stirs from an aeon ago
in the centre of a circle of cyclopean stones
Incantations from a mucus bound tome
as the cult makes preparations for their lord's welcome home
chanting dark and cacophonous rhymes
while the thunder and lightning rends a hole in the sky
rising tendrils of ash now encircle the sun
turning black from the blast of the Greatfather's drum
For there can be only one..
There's a pulsating heart in the midst of the void
Twisted maladous melodies which create and destroy
through a ritual of blood in a valley of doom
he assumes human form on an altar of shrooms
Expulsion of the outcast mind
Cursed to wander in the gardens of slish for all time
For this book is the key, and the psyche; a door
to a cosmic cornucopia of esoteric lore
Cursed words, scribed in slime
Spoken in reverse when the stars are aligned
Only under the black sun, may these mortals partake in his conjuration
Trapped in a spell of the Gastronomicon..
And beneath the shattered sky the earth will grieve
except for man, who shall be granted no reprieve
On this land which once gave life, now lies clear
In the poisoned depths the wreckage of ten thousand years
Blasphemers of true nature
Hiding from the inner self
virtues that don't exist
deny genetic heritage
the circle is complete
We must return to the earth
Usurpers of your masters
You have become mere facades
Nought but pale reflections
A species in dejection
The circle is complete
He is risen, all must suffer
It has begun, the beginning of the end of all things to come
-Lettuce Prey-
Agrarian world bathed in blood from ages past
Fixated and strangulated
this twisted seed, a bastard breed
Sewn for surplus
Sustaining domination through extraction
a policy of scorched earth, imitating wilderness
In disgust we have judged the propagator of this disease
Life undone, a broken trust, they've made a desert and called it peace
Strangling hold, so called fields of gold
as far as the eyes can see
What you call life, I call blight, and it must end
For earth to breathe
Poisonous streams
bathed in tears, cascade into an airless void
Faded and irradiated
feed death machines, such boundless greed
Desalinated, a fool's gambit
Their last defense is now removed
The slow march of death begins
This silence heralds the coming of their doom
Trapped in a spiral of supply and demand
Feeding new mouths to in time work this land
at the crack of the whip they will dance to the tune
of the lies made by the madmen who extract and consume
Whose tombs are lined with their gold yet are buried in the sludge
of a hewn and exploited world.
Dark below where no light lies, shifting under iron hides
final bastion of the deep, taken to extremes
Without the sun, they can endure, devourers of flame and stone
Mankind is weak; susceptible
-he Sound Of Mucus-
Starship Earth: five billion years
Life support malfunction
Wreckage adrift in outer space
Population: zero
Desecrate, contaminate, erase
This twisted race
Torture earth, kill the seas and poison space
compelled by wretched faith
remains, we pray for him to rise again
and cleanse this land
Humanity will pay for its sins..
Life remains, despite mankind
In the seeping hollows
Slithering through endless depths
Dreaming dark designs.
Swimming through the void, the netherslug observes
and bides his time...
Gazing over the pages of forbidden lore
Speaking in ancient dead tongues
Opening portals to realms beyond the conscious mind
Unlocked through maddening songs
-Slimewave Zero-
Civilisation,
like locusts clad in suits they come
with their manifests in hand, engineered to corrupt
Machinations made to denude our mother's blood
grow their spawn upon the graves
where once our fallen brother's stood
Idiotic selfish ambition of humanity
Narcissistic notions of transcending mortality
Far from K-selected, slaves to their defective prosencephalon
subject to morbid obsession with armageddon
Technopathic necromancers do their worst
Nirate fixated posthuman filth of an abhorrent birth
Sowing terror, they only see death in the dirt
Ignorant to truth that it's the lifeblood of the earth
Systematic violence, conspiracy of silence, a biocide
Human interaction engineers disaster for all life
desperate to escape the existential pain of their intellect
Ready to eject and leave this place in search of death
Learn to hear but not to look,
to glimpse his mind is to self destruct
The fruit is ripe but it tastes of ash,
there are some questions you should never ask
-Invertahate-
A dark, defiling spectre from the wastes
Horrendous terror from the Tundras of Eurgh
His fringe encrusted with adamantine plates
A dripping maw of molten obsidian
The Grand Vizier to the Sultan of slime
Beholder of he whose face is the void
His name; profane, the slug of revelation
his radula swallowing galaxies whole
Insane, derranged, personified negation
Drags infidels into the blackest of holes
Rhaexorog the lord of all protector of what lies beyond
the greatest of the chosen ones, anointed of the netherslugs
For us to see his glistening skin is to know true pain within the flames
ejected from his pneumastome, defender of the Mucus Throne.
For mortals cannot leave behind, their coils within this place confined
A paradise you'll never know, for death is all the future holds
The Great Attractor of outer dark
Awaits beyond the light of the brightest stars
For an eternity his hunger grows
From spheres of chaos in the vast unknown
For war, for plague, famine and death
His tendrils stretched innumerable prongs
that rip and tear apart the fabric of worlds
depraved, his lust for annihilation
reduce star systems into ashes and dust
Voracious appetite for deconstruction
Fear the shaker of foundations
Harbinger of shadow show me the endless void
where all is sorrow when there is nought left to destroy..
-Salters Of Madness-
Forgotten unconcious ghosts of aeons lay
In chasms cold as the deepest grave
A charnel cosmic wind, dispenses his judgement
upon any and all who would dare to challenge fate
An end as certain as the setting sun
A desolation frozen in time
For there is no everflowing stream
Peasants rot beside their kings
Lord Bothris; he who answers to no-one
for in the end, his will alone shall be done
His patience; as infinite as the stars
The reaper of the harvest of the uncreated Pod
Prince of death, I await the final test
Grant me access to the fruits of Eden
Bathe in the seas of Vlekt at the foot of the master
Imbibe the slime, forever after
The quest for knowledge, unquenchable thirst
Praying for life eternal in this finite universe
Raptured, are they who bask in his goo
as their physical bodies are consumed
Shifting through an ocean of the dead,
amidst the skeletal remains
carrion he devours to nenew his father's form
From out of chaos comes a new order
decomposer of the flesh, preparing for the end
Recycled in the heavens as on earth
a rebirth of the material world
-Pax Aranea-
Mucus trail of viscous rime
Into her woven halls
Her children, cover the walls,
Watched by ten thousand eyes.
a vision of the second war
Ancient Arch-Arachnid
vengeance upon mankind
born within silk and viscous slime
she has foreseen the human's end
within the web of space and time
Darkened hordes coating cities
feasting upon their feeble minds.
Unfurling fangs that drip with toxic lust
Reduce the body into dust
Weaving window of reclusive dark
Who stops the beating of your heart
Sprinting forth upon ancient legs
As though their prey has come
Matriarch will hear the terms
Word of a second war..
Mandibles clicking, omnivenom dripping..
Too long she's lingered within her silken bastille
psychic screams of hate
Echo across the universe.
Dim & Slimeridden Kingdoms - 2015
-Dim & Slimeridden Kingdoms-
Decrepit ruins, an ancient fane in disarray
Rivers of cadaverine snake below obsidian palisades
Bathed in an ill moonlight, igneous spires breaching the louring sky
Resident to dark terrors both malevolent and unseen
Haunted through the heart of darkness
by horrors unknown
A nightmare that never subsides
wading through wastelands of bone.
Sojourn in galleries of anguish searching for wisdom's elusive pearl
lost in a lonesome city, witness the last gasp of a dying world
statues lie broken, shattered in conflicts fought long ago
roots reaching into black trenches
reclaiming the earth from the stone
The rancour in it's construction outlived it's architects
Labyrinthine and monolithic, hallowed hall of the dead
City of shades, a pale reflection of it's past glory
where the dead ever roam in the crumbling halls
now entombed by their greed delving far too deep
down where fiends never sleep and the light can't reach
twisted creatures rend and flay, draped in skins in their sick masquerade
flesh stripped victims to discard, butchered for amusement in this cursed abattoir
Dank baneful chasms, caliginous and bare
where hope is exiguous, all are prone to despair
where the ill-fated wander in the land of the Pod
ever crawling in circles beaten back by a dense freezing fog.
-Spore Ensemble-
Descending through cavernous, black fungal chasms
in search of a forsaken Kingdom once lost
furtive foulness, that lurk in the shadows
bioluminosity outlining their hulking forms
Rearing up from the gulch now before him; the roots of Ankath-Shol
the bastion of Yeth-Shuul; hunter of mortal souls
Life is fleeting, death is vital, and essential to his cycle
All is finite, yet not final, pain is pleasure, fear is primal
Love and hatred; paralysing, conflict driving and dividing
in the rapture of his spiral, constant fight for survival
Lost in the maze of his playground of bloodlust
hounded by the hunters just outside of sight
Adrenaline coarsing, pushing him harder
consumed by paranoia, in a bid to escape the night
From a swallow hole black as the void
gore drenched tendrils reach
revealing a gaping maw filled with innumerable iron teeth
Endless mass of writhing horror, oozing and putrid
filling the air, dense and oppressive
drained of vitality he falls to his knees
Now at the mercy of the beast
There are no questions, no mysteries left
he feels most alive when faced with death
Terror manifest permeating his flesh
Never to feel the same again
From this nightmare he turns and runs
faster than he has ever done
Leaping farther, striding harder
What does not kill him makes him strong.
-The Toxic Salts-
Maledictions spoken aloud
from the slime-ridden scriptures
pages of abject text which eyes cannot decipher
strange visions appear in the poisonous fire
Payments paid in the blood of batrachian slaves cast into seering vats
Arise, luminous beings of vapour
now thralls in the servitude of the betrayer
Kneeling in murky waters, the soul now clean
Baptised and reborn; his blood runs green
Sanity fades and reality melts away,
before the gates of our lord
Tendrils emerge from an ocean of darkness,
dragging his soul into the void
Take the ichor, the bitter taste of corruption
exist as an abomination
Until the death of the universe
A god amongst men all alone in his head
The same, yet alien, alone in the end,
the king of the dead, the god amongst men
Elation marred by the realisation
Immortality has become a curse
a god desires nothing
for divinity is hell in the minds of the living
Once more into the breach; gazing deep beyond the tides of oblivion
where the fundaments dance to the tune of gargantuan tenebrous gods
Crystalline sprites now forming before him
attemping to show him the mind of Mollusca
all spectrums of light visible in the scrying
confounded by new found perspectives on dying
-Suffering Quahog-
In cold recesses of infinite time
I have slept beneath the grime
then from the surface world
came to me with prying hands
and plucked me from the sand
Dissect my body in search of power
clandestine secrets of the shell
Intrigued by my longevity
in an environmental hell
My smashed and broken form shall give rise
to horrors undreamt of by the mind
Alive since time immemorial
to be dredged from our home
I shall not relinquish the secrets of the slime
they are mine, and mine alone
500 years existed, dormant, and without a care
Free from the tyranny of air
Witnessed the rise the fall of Empires from beneath the waves
and seen my slimebrethren enslaved
Suddenly man takes an interest in me; i'm swept up and caged
Probed and desecrated, left to bake out in the sun
They shall suffer for their wrongs
For a thousand aeons
We have havested the souls
of much greater things than you
In the end my death
shall be a sacrifice
In the service of his truth.
-Flying Snails-
Salt and copper, impenetrable walls
destined to drown in alcohol
forever endangered by dessication
He now bears witness to their indignation
Melding together, the fusing of flesh
A taste of the agony that awaits beyond death
eldritch monster, many now one
cellular mitosis enriched by the sun
a metamorphosis that cannot be undone
To overcome adversity sacrifices must be made
We adapt or we die, no escape, life is pain.
Not of this world, borne of black magic
from daemoniac realms
Hybrid mutation of sentient slime
defying the odds in a bid to survive.
-The Chapter For Transforming Into A Slug-
ast down into the dirt,
to live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth
Once respected now hated,
imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors
Kept silent in cold isolation,
rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation
agglomeration of seditious usurpers
are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor
The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun.
Beseige their Babylon; entombed within
their own creation.
and as the ceiling caves, their fallen
cradle turns into a grave.
Behind their crumbling walls they bend
like wheat in a storm.
Commanded; Recite, he journies to Slish
in the cold dead of the night
with the rest of his kind, in morbid procession
on torrents of slime.
Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils
ripe with pus for his churls
Thereupon his foul humours they feed,
sometimes the world must be cleansed with disease.
Willing to lay waste, they're fueled with the fury of malignant faith
where death is no disgrace, it's all or nothing in their crusade.
Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones
upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood
Oppressed becoming tyrant
replace order with violence
Through senseless intervention
Disrupted ecosystem
Corrupted, all for nothing,
the beauty has been stolen,
just emptiness and loathing
Ambition choking reason,
the power I amass can't fill the void that's left
Fallen from grace, lost in greed,
the knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve
Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark,
when faced with the truth of what we are
-Pellet In The Head-
the beauty of the flames' enthralling glare
a perfect sphere suspended in the air
a blinding light ignites to wash away
when all is dust, a shadow remains
In strokes of red, murder becomes art
it's influence still felt from afar
these blinking stars, in their evanescence
burn their brightest just before the end
Mesmerized by the burning skies
ensorcelled by destruction
Pacified by the noose around our neck
the perfect death.
Asleep or dead? Inside or outside of my head?
Soothing sounds of torture so I might convalesce.
Captivating strangulation, erotic suffocation
A contradiction designed for failure
that executes it's saviour.
-Unchained Malady-
At the end of days, circling a bloated sun
Cast adrift within an endless vacuum
Interordinal hybridization
of brobdingnagian creation
From this dias he reigns
Horror Unchained
Ever growing, larger and larger
drinking deep of the ceaseless slaughter
Feasting upon his sons and daughters
All hail the Greatfather, the King.
and the dark pods eternal.
Mucus from the poison abyss
enthroned in the putrescent Gardens of Slish
beyond the black gulf of unending time
hideous nebulae woven in slime
Reborn of the ooze, brought back, exhumed from gravities tomb
captive by the force of ten thousand stars
his fury for aeons confined to the dark
Harvester of the cosmic sea
nourishing his eternity
and when all is gone, and the boundaries melt
he hangs in the heavens devouring himself
in the chaos of this transformation
metaphysical annihilation
as his power wanes
energies dissipate
ever falling, farther and farther
in the heart of his collapsing structure
igniting a seed of another Mollusca
Esoteric Malacology - 2018
-War Squids-
Reforged in the furnace of death
weaves fates in the warp and the weft
dimensional rifts quake in the skies
on worlds born and razed in a blink of your mortal eyes
Master, born of the plasma
siphoning strength from the black twisting nether
a rapture that fractures the cosmos
torn from the womb of primordial chaos
Rhaexorog come forth
hordes of iron must be wrought
Molten shells of steel ablaze
Cast in slime and living flame
Bathe the abyss in cosmic afterbirth
he shall arise to reclaim the multiverse
In noxious sanctums beyond the walls that keep
the cursed sleepers from the beast
feel the blessed touch of the unmaker
into this verdant nightmare you slip farther
stalked and hounded in this dream forever
sport for the beasts of Ankath-Shol
Wallow hopeless under starless nights
Yearn for the return of the creator's flame
Gaze out from the horizon and behold the sundering
Dark blood coursing through our mortal veins
we are unstoppable
infused with arcane power; the boon of Lord Yeth'Shuul
Pandemonium; a war in heaven, cataclysmic copulation
transdimensional astral tentacles
most irreverent fornication
The wheel spins once again
cyclical time, no beginning or end
subject to no known law of nature
in wormholes entangled that hang in the ether
Scatter the remnants hereafter
blacken the stars with the power of the atom
we will shatter the order of aeons
unleashing his infinite legion of scions
-Crop Killer-
Is this how you want to live your lives?
inside the vultures circle
can you feel the talons in your neck?
Only the strong survive you say?
Just pray that prey you don't become
You've got no time for safety nets
There are no alpha wolves
Only those struggling to survive the state of nature
Domestic animals lost without the trappings of their civilization
You like to play armchair eugenicist, militant pessimist
An ivory tower that's built upon
the product of a million labors
Regression to the mean, repression of the weak
fraudulent pyramid scheme of human hierarchy
Do you ever wonder why you've been deprived
the wealth of nations?
do you feel the trickle down your leg?
Preoccupied with war against your own and your own home
How is it you're not already dead?
Another failed experiment
Evidence suggests you will not pass the last great filter
The soldiers won't defend the hive
when the queen neglects to satisfy the builders
You like to play the devil's advocate, passive and impotent
brood over fallen empires
That were built upon the bones of millions
Narrow minded sanctimonious
self-serving sophistry
Greed governing holiness?
Not in the version I have seen.
You will not see the stars
doomed to the tides
access denied, fated to die
-The Spectral Burrows-
Lost in a churning mindless fulmination
Devoid of a reason or explanation
a chorus of voices become a roaring cacophony
assaulting our senses as they sleep
putrid beings within, no better, or worse
each one scrambling for a ladder
death becomes us, that which we adore
long lost innocence
In these slime-ridden kingdoms where we wallow
free from the pity, disgust and sorrow
far from where light can pierce
drowned by the fetid bog
beyond the graces of your god
Sink in, inhale the ichor
why not assume your true form?
Join with us this is our blessing
unified as one forever
biologically entwined
Together until the end time.
hideous depravity lurks beneath the mask of civility
Look to your heathen master for his coming
We shall obey him and speak of nothing
Mentor of pain and suffering
the spawn of the sentient ooze
Soon you will drown within him too
in the name of the greatfather, worship him and no other
Bestow upon us the sigil, arise from your silent ritual
-Slave Goo World-
Stygian minions of esteemed erudition
bear witness to the most abject human condition
staunch technicians of decomposition
breathing life into the lifeless animating his vision
all partake in occult calibration
realigning the ley-slime for the dark invocation
sing on high to the lords long unspoken
Reborn into the world through the minds of his chosen
Psychic virus from the vast outer reaches
marks the grand unification of science and religion
In the name of our brethren; the molluscs
lesser lifeforms prostrate before the horror of horrors
terrible vistas of a nihilistic future
the old cthonic scriptures; the new jurisprudence
to usher an era of grand cosmic culture
all nations and worlds under the sign of mollusca
Submit your soul, for it's no use to you where you go
Beyond the passage of time
Embrace the void in which all things were made and destroyed
we shall be one in his mind
Praise be the name of the dark incarnate
Great beast of the all-in-one
First of the gods from the formless chaos
Kindling the flame of the suns
His children most resplendent and pure
shall inherit the order of worlds
From the lowest dominion unto the mucus throne
that this kingdom might ever endure
cast off the flesh become one with the ooze
and through the god-mind what's broken is renewed
-Transilvanian Fungus-
Airborne pathogens
a contorting carcinoma multiplies without end
invasive genophagia, irreversible damage
dismantling and reassembling their nucleic acid
shambling eldritch beast, a mindless vector of disease
the brain erodes, flesh calcifies, controlled by endoparasites
Your mind and body are not your own, play host to hostile lifeforms
Unseen, explosive haze, with every breath you become their slave
This world was never yours to begin with
and nor will it be in the end
As you devour, so shall you be
this plague never replete
Against this foe there is no victory
self-destruction written in the genes
The wilderness reclaims these empty streets
history is forgotten
once thriving metropolises now mortuaries
derelict, old and rotten
Their cradle is our grave, new life born of decay
We prosper from their ruin
As our progeny lament, we will not be forgiven
The storm on the horizon writes their names in the sky
as we gamble the future on the roll of a dice
-Putrid Fairytale-
Corrupt ignobility adorned in pilfered gold
conceived in sewage by insipid lords of old
inbred degenerates languish in squalid halls
impotent and superfluous, unable to uphold
the basic tenets of the creed
usurpers vie to supersede
a tired waning hegemony, long bereft of majesty
Self-righteous justiciars desire to purify
a world of lies, that seeks to purge the earth and sky
licentious seditionists; gorge as your planet burns
from slime they came, and into slime they shall return
Praise the primordial poison pools that gave us form
to defy his decree, they dare to bite the hand that feeds
The custodians have become the abuser
ignorant beings with arrogant ideas
They loose a hail of arrows
that scorch the eyes of all who gaze
but it won't save them from the hell that waits
Mythologized transcendence, a paradise is lost
No deliverance from the dire cost
They've chosen the form of the destructor
More of slime than blood
their planet torn asunder by plutonium
Mercury rising, the surface scorched
They descend like rats into the bowels of earth
Digging like roaches through a mire
of their own self indulgence
caught in a web of fate
too bloodless to escape
No god can save you now
for they have no power here
within these ashen crypts
of suffering and despair
the flame ignited in it's heart
a chain reaction tearing apart
reaching the critical mass
The weapon of their futile vengeance
The eye, ablaze with radiance
that sears against your flesh
Dread rumbling in the deep
signalling the impending death
blinded by a caustic storm
the slamming of cyclopean doors
held aloft the orb ignites
Nowhere to run now from the light
Now standing in the presence of a foe conceived by alien gods
Never again to feel the sun, it immolates you
The Life-age of the universe, a wind that sweeps the world away
you feel the weight of every world bearing down on you
-Salt Thrower-
Speak to darkness in your lowest ebb;
only silence
there's no future, only past regrets
meditate on them
suspended in infinite blackness
so numb, agony is no distraction
contempt for life replacing sadness
Is this clarity or madness?
temporary energy and matter
the will to live is irrevocably damaged
a listless spirit wants to leave the world
sweet oblivion
vital essence grinding to a halt
we are all at fault
falling from the creaking rafters
pressure, so much worse than you imagined
burning, death's umbilica unravels
drifting from his sweet embrace
gasping for breath, staring in the grave
only fear, as what little light left fades
And on the pedestal, these words appear
"Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!"
Negated by the unbearable truth
all-consuming psychotic fugue
fall to a lightless self-destructive end
for there is a monster in the heart of all men
Hearken to nightmares of futility enshrined
in sleepless terrors born of the mind
and upon the horizon of the waking world
time stands still.
Damnation is our destiny
existence is disease
Our screams are the music of reality
Relinquish all your earthly bonds
and bow before the god of madness
let him untether you from pain
step outside the circle and be saved
Crippled by the triviality, the insanity of existing
A mockery; this master plan, crushed by the hand of fate
No solace in this hopeless cycle
at one with fear and the darkness
Attain mastery over shadow
purge trepidation from your heart
Your adversary is within, these mental chains are your prison
malignant love of your projected self; a toxic delusion
Chaos, decay, withering away
the sense of self, starting to fade
-Limo Vincit Omnia-
High upon that blasted, fortified plateau
within their sanctuary of salt and sorrow
Morbid throngs march to the call of umbral gods
outside comprehension
Dark crusade, from deathless realm they came
to amalgamate dimensions
certa enim gloria.
numquam non parata.
Deus noster pro nobis
Limo vincit omnia
Tainted youth, catechized legions of untruth
do they not yet comprehend?
Now ensnared by the web of their deceit
acquiescent, servile, weak
This ritual of loathsome conjuration
akashic machinations from shadow priests who utter
the gathas of mollusca
that poisons our existence
between purity and putrescence they draw power
The bloodshed of the ancestors
Forsaken dead
Sacrificed so the worlds might mend
all filaments have opened
the shadows bleed
infinity spewing forth from the gaping breach
We shall dredge the depths of their pestiferous swamp
and the last bastion of light shall fall into ruin
Once besieged, the walls shall liquefy beneath
the force of Rhaexorog's harrowing screams
Twin blasphemies; Kak and Ick shall come together
to rouse their father from the nether