When the sky opens
We praise and worship

I wear the mark of the ancients
surrounded by those who share my plight
there is no equal for the vengeance we seek
now call upon the creatures of the dead night

the smell of decay spreads
as the blood moon begins to rise
we hang the guilty as an offering
cleanse the soil of those who defy

be reborn through the flames of the ancients
the souls that lived before your gods and demons

screams lure the innocent,
and those unluckly enough to hear the call
life clings in the mouth of the forest
where all life that enters, will soon bow and fall

the centuries before man,
soaked this dirt with bloodshed
now that the tides of torment rises again
we become one with them

be reborn through the flames of the ancients, (we become one with them)
the souls that lived before your gods and demons (we become one with them)

their hollowed faces line these trees
the sky opens, to exact revenge upon the weak

the wind cuts like glass,
against the skin, into the skin
step ever so lightly,
or succumb to the evil within
defiling the corpses, of innocent children
this is what we were
driven to, a pitiful game
after raping our minds, your time will come
soon

come forth and claim the offering
your kind is not wanted here

the screams are deafening, I knew they would follow
the bodies lie hollow, no shame for the born slaves

I hear someone walking in my woods
Call of the siren, listen to her voice, listen to her voice

Hunters

now, cleanse your mind
enter the womb of chaos
distorted by design
numbers begin to speak
as the branded fall in line
"commence the sequence",

prisoner of madness
dreamer of liberation
tuning the instrument of death
notes sing through their bodies
a blank stare, in her eyes
"I will not become...

their faceless expression, while bound to this sentence.
a permanent veil, this shell of a man

inject and replace
those afraid to search for the unknown
yet we welcomed this new world with open arms

praise him, kneel to us
makeshift woven god

when the planet speaks,
delusions of hope
entice us with immortality
only to, leave us wandering
through the ocean of sand
never finding our way,
delirium

the power hungry
feast upon the flesh
I will not stay in this
world of death, rot, and regret
failure to connect,
the signs shown to us
and what we choose to forget
this world of death, rot, and regret

praise him, kneel to us
makeshift woven god

when the masked one speaks,
prayers of fear
show us our own mortality
only to, keep us where we stand
with open lifeless eyes
encoded with the brand
never to be free

one step, out of mind
an error within the system
constructing a new timeline
broken reality, I've shut my eyes
and learned to die

dreamer of madness
prisoner of liberation
tuning the instrument of death
notes sing throughout the hillside
that blank stare, in her eyes
"I will not become...


Binary Catalyst

First single from our debut "Oksitosiini".

Psykotrooppinen
seireeni-hydrosfääri
tulviva viisikanta
Panthalassa 

nouse!

Vesipilari sienipilvi
garmonbozian kinahmi
suuri sininen berserkki
sirkkeliaallokko
Ylhäinen kuningas pelko

Suuri sininen berserkki

Haamumegalodon
hunajainen merenneito
piikitän hainverta
velhokalaneulalla

nouse!

Narkoosikatedraali
futanari-ikonostaasi
suuri sininen berserkki
sirkkeliaallokko
ylhäinen kuningas pelko

Lysergisellä dieetillä
tuijottaa voimalinjaan
jonottaa lankkukävelyä
Irvikissan johtama rottalauma

Suuri sininen berserkki

Oksitosiini

Nadiirit

The bands debut EP

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UnEarth

right shit comes brown so fuck that nazi scum!

Burn Particularly

You Think You Know

Øåñòèåäèíûé Áîã

Must Not Forget

This is a track from the second part of our trilogy called Repel. Lament. Destroy. The trilogy is available for purchasing at our Bandcamp page! Listen, share and support metal all over the world!

Lament III (Repel. Lament. Destroy, II: Lament) (2016)

WOUND will be back in January 2017 with their new 8-tracker entitled „Engrained“. Classic outstanding blackened Death Metal from Germany. No namedropping needed here, „Engrained“ stays for itself, pure passion, tons of musical emotions combined in 8 new songs.

'Engrained' will be out together with the new RUDE album on January 20th. by FDA Rekotz/ Soulfood Music on Vinyl,CD and Digital Download .

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WOUND - Thy Wrath And Fire

Funeral Twilight

Dreaming Dead - Buried

W.T.C. PRODUCTIONS is proud to present a brand-new mini-album from German black metal cult PARIA, entitled Knochenkamp. Since the ancient year of 1995, PARIA have been a study in staunch defiance and unparalleled filth. Their late '90s era was spent brewing disgusting demos in secret, and then during the early 2000s, a handful of official demos emerged from PARIA's dungeon, perhaps best characterized by the 2007 compilation title Paria über alles - 11 Years of Blood, Cum & Satan. Two full-lengths would be released, 2008's VerminRace and 2010's Unchain the Unclean, before the band's breakout album, 2013's Surrealist Satanist. Released by W.T.C. to international acclaim, Surrealist Satanist was the culmination of nearly 20 years of mounting mental instability and restless demons knocking on their door: PARIA had finally arrived, exploding with dizzying disease and roiling chaos, and yet somehow wrangled it all into palpable but no-less-bent shapes with frightening finesse. 

Alas, PARIA have returned to build further on that monument - or bury it under garbage and gangrene - with Knochenkamp. A fountain of filth and fury, cutting and concise whilst exuding a substantial totality at 28 minutes, Knochenkamp is PARIA at their most untamed and unbound: untamed in how bloody spiraling and dangerously caustic their attack has become, and unbound in that they pay little to no mind what's been committed to tradition under the banner of "black metal." Over the course of four songs and intro, the quartet weave bewitching spells of black metal classicism that soon split apart at the seams and become consumed by a ravenous insanity that literally feels dangerous - there's no faking this sort of instability. And yet, their songwriting acumen is at peak performance, as Knochenkamp's component parts are ones that go places, beckoning the listener ever onward, teasing with morbid repose before whipping forth into a abyss-ward tornado of utter disgust and bitter, black hatred. Through it all, PARIA remain gleefully possessed, almost taunting that listener with demonic delight. Will you have the spiritual/physical fortitude for Knochenkamp?

Must Not Forget

The Crossed

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