Some reeking goregrind from the depths of the foulest Dungeon in the realm. Perfect to listen to while fighting, bludgeoning, looting and pillaging or some light Torture,  whichever tickles your fancy.

Drums and Vocals by Lust Hag.
Guitar Bass and vocals on last song by BlütWürm.

Recorded in Missoula, Montana in the Summer of 2023.

Live by the crust, die by the stench!

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My first completely Solo EP! This one is more technical and fast and has more of a brutal feeling. 

First and last song reference the medieval german nun Hildegard von Bingen who was a healer, writer, poet and mystic. The first song, Scivias, quotes the 7th passage of her collected works in which she describes a vision she had of the devil. Read by Miśka.
Song sampled in it is called "O Pater Omniumm", written by Hildegard and performed by Sequentia. Here you can find the full excerpt: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/apocalypse/primary/scivias.html

The final song also samples a song by Hildegard and performed by Sequentia entitled "Vos Flores Rosarum". While the lyrics are sung in Latin I simply speak them in English. Read them all here: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/apocalypse/primary/scivias.html

Lyrics: 

The Mountain that Rides:
The galloping doom
An Iron monstrosity scours the countryside
Leaves a trail of death in its wake
The hulking Giant smells your fear
Blessed be thine hands which deliver the kings justice
And cursed be the unlucky wretch who stands in thy way
for no wall nor sentry nor kingdom can withstand thy iron fury
the very earth trembles
when the ironclad horseman arrives at your village
burning and looting as you watch helpless
castles shatter at his command
driving a mailed fist into the land
black hounds adorn his shield
a host of demons by his side
clad in the grey iron of hate
strides of the corpse of his foe
he is the sentry
he is the terror
he is your death
he is the mountain
that
RIIIIIDDDDESSS

The Maid of Tarth
Righteous steel, is what you get.
Cross my blade, lose your head.
I am the fury, i am the doom.
I am the force you snigger at.
Sullen, she stalks the countryside.
Driven, she rides to battle.
No man is her equal.
You too shall taste the dust.
This is what becomes.
Of a womans fury.
When she dawns cold steel.
She will bring you your death.
And deliver you to the watery halls.
Run.
Hide.
Her blade shall find your throat.
Jest.
Laugh.
Your arrogance shall be your doom.
Regret.
Pray.
Think.
The chivalrous knight.
Nothing but a fraud.
The Maid of Tarth.
Keeps her oaths.
She protects the weak.
Kneel before her, dog.

BlütWürm

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