Dragged beneath the marrow soil
Where silence splits with rancid breath
Tombs convulse, their hunger rising
To feast on wombs of broken death


Sepulchral devourment — swallowing the light
A thousand throats of darkness tear the sky
Sepulchral devourment — sanctified in rot
The grave becomes a god that never dies


Veins unravel, stitched in ash
Serpents coil through hollowed flesh
Echoes gnaw the bones of ages
Exhumed to birth the endless pest


Sepulchral devourment — swallowing the light
A thousand throats of darkness tear the sky
Sepulchral devourment 




Crawling void beneath my skin
Sepulchers awake within
Gnashing jaws of hollow earth
Drag the veins into rebirth


Sepulchral devourment —
Mouths of ruin wide
Sepulchral devourment —
Swallowing the sky

Bleeding tombs collapse in fire
Wombs of ash, obscene desire
Through the marrow, silence screams
Buried in unending dreams


Rot becomes the only scripture
Stone dissolves to feed the beast
Death ascending, void triumphant
Life erased in endless feast


Sepulchral devourment —
Crown of rotting light
Sepulchral devourment —
Endless grave divine



Graves — split — wide
Flesh — torn — dry
Mouth — of — stone
Eats — your — soul

Rot — reigns — here
Black — void — near
Sep — ul — chral
DE — VOUR — MENT

Graves — split — wide
Flesh — torn — dry
Mouth — of — stone
Eats — your — soul

Rot — reigns — here
Black — void — near
Sep — ul — chral
DE — VOUR — MENT

Tombs — awake — in — fire
Blood — consumed — by — choir
Sep — ul — chral
DE — VOUR — MENT

Sepulchral Devourment

Same song. Same tone.
Same scream like a dial tone.
Every track —
Copy-paste.
Different words,
Same face.

He growls for the mirror,
He lifts for the lens.
Says it's “core” —
But it's trends.

There’s no rage.
Just gym routines.
Just TikTok teens
And branded screens.



No filth. No fear.
No basement shows.
No blood, no gear.
Just fancy clothes.

His fans are kids
That never knew
What deathcore meant
When it was true.

They see a monster,
Slick and loud —
But not the sweat
From real crowds.

This ain’t deathcore.
It’s product.
It’s cosplay with blast beats.

The project’s a joke.
A theme park gore.
It's breakdowns
With a padded floor.

Where are the scars?
Where’s the collapse?
He sells the mask
But skips the cracks.

It’s safe anger
For monetized rage.
No risk, no depth —
Just stage.

Alex Terrible is Fagot

We are a band Psalm Of Incision from Europe, which combines various genres of heavy music in its sound. We don’t limit ourselves to the framework of one genre – each track becomes an experiment, combining powerful riffs, parts. Fuck nu-metal, Slam For Death

Sepulchral Devourment

Psalm Of Incision

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