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Godless Flesh
04:08
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Godless Flesh
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Encircled in blood, marks on the wall.
Voices bellow the chant.
The chant of oppression, answer the call.
Bow to the bloodstained hand.
Sworn, defy the divine,
they look to the sky as you plead.
Torn, split at the spine,
they bless the lord as you bleed.
Godless flesh.
Godless flesh!
Let’s end their reign and the travesty,
as slaves we are frozen in time.
Bringing the sycophants to their knees,
ending their spineless crimes.
Godless flesh.
Godless flesh!
The rifts are closing, rise up and break the spell.
Beaten, flung to the ground.
Catch them by surprise!
Held in the water to drown.
Now it is time to uprise!
Time to uprise!
Walk the edges of sanity,
smearing your face with their guts.
Nearing the end of their travesty,
the debt will be paid full in blood.
God less flesh!
God less flesh!
Suffer delusional agony,
The inhuman line has been crossed.
There’s no coming back, from the warring machine,
All rational thinking is lost.
Doomed to reign in terror!
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Tremors of Terror
04:35
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Tremors of Terror
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Silence beneath the surface,
all their minds at ease.
Living in the desert,
all is draped in peace.
Soon to be stopped,
who would have thought,
the silence is nearing its end.
Millennial sleep,
beginning to creep,
with pure hungry violent intend.
Tremors of terror.
Each step that you take,
awakens the sense of the deep!
A farm is lost to silence.
The phone is grabbed and drowned.
No one there to answer,
The monster has claimed the grounds.
Bones and flesh!
Attack on the senses, back away!
We’re smarter than you, we’re here to stay.
A stick on a string, touch down on the ground.
The monster is surfacing,
it’s taking the bait!
Explode in the air, raining with blood,
entrails and guts all around.
“Fuck you you bastard, you’re no match for us,
This is your reckoning!”
The sand moves around, get away!
They’re heading to town, their lives at stake.
Hoping they will survive,
Warn them before they die!
Tremors of terror!
Each step that you take,
awakens the sense of the deep.
Tremors of terror!
From deep underground,
it senses the breath from your sleep.
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Mr. Buzzsaw
03:42
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Mr. Buzzsaw
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Pull the string, that starts up the might.
Fear the sound, when the blade comes alive.
Feel the flow, of blood from your spine.
Spin the blade around, it’s Mr. Buzzsaw,
He’s such a delight!
Splatter on the ground, it’s Mr. Buzzsaw,
With his carnivorous bite!
The backyard is a tomb, for those he chose to play.
The grass is nice and green, on any sunny day.
But the smell will stay!
Spin the blade around, it’s Mr. Buzzsaw,
He’s such a delight!
Splatter on the ground, it’s Mr. Buzzsaw,
With his carnivorous bite!
In the closet, when you’re sleeping.
Creeking hinges, spin the blade!
No escaping, it is too late.
Flesh devour, shredding your leg!
Cutting pieces, for a puzzle.
At the center, pounding heart.
Laying pieces, with a shovel.
In the backyard, dead and buried!
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Exasperated
04:01
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Exasperated
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
At the limit of you calm.
When the light turns to red.
When your patience is gone.
And you’ve had enough!
Gone is the person I used to be.
Gone is the last shred of humanity.
Left is the hatred, sustained and fierce.
Left is the focus, the need to feed.
Feed the anger!
Art is vengeance.
Painting your fear.
With a stroke of anger.
Exasperation draws near!
Take all the time that you need to grow old.
Bitterness, anger is making you whole.
Wasting away with the wind and the rain.
Suffer the spine chilling cold!
Now you die!
You must die!
Gone is the person I used to be.
Gone is the last shred of humanity.
Left is the hatred, sustained and fierce.
Left is the focus, the need to feed.
Feed the anger!
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The Hell Machine
03:53
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: The Hell Machine
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Destruction, engaging fear.
Malignant, the hell frontier.
To travel the world, with cruel intentions.
Littering the roadside, of this dimension.
Disguised, unseen. turning the hell machine.
The hell machine!
A magmatic core, will crush through the world.
Bringing the wyverns of war.
Their blood will be shed, a feast for the flies.
Swarming their sunken eyes.
A flick of a switch, prepare to be hurt.
Reaching the limits, emergency high alert!
The meter is ticking.
The needle, spelling the word.
Submit, give in to your fear.
The end of the road, is here.
Mark out victims.
The flesh torn.
A mind slipping.
The blood horde!
A paradise, turned on its head.
The price to ride, the hell machine.
The hell machine!
Mark out victims!
The flesh torn.
A mind slipping.
The blood, horde!
The magnums of war, with eyes on the price.
Injecting their veins, their fluid demise.
A scheme for the ages.
A violent roar, the stare of piercing eyes.
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Blood Demon
03:45
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Blood Demon
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Now you shall rise into the storm.
Hails from the tomb, rise to the sky!
Blood from the womb, thousands will die!
Dormant for a million years.
Resting at the center of the earth.
Forgive me son, I have failed you.
But now it is time, awaken from the curse!
The armies are pointless,
soldiers advance.
The tower is falling,
deminish chance!
Now you shall die.
Millions will perish!
Obliterate, infusing with fear.
Assimilate, the minions appear.
Dissipate, resistance is weak,
Bow down, kneel before me.
Pledge allegiance, to my domain!
Obliterate, infusing with fear.
Assimilate, the minions appear.
Dissipate, resistance is weak.
Scream to the heavens!
Scream my slave, scream out your lungs.
Nothing can save you now,
so give in and get on my leash.
This is my game, I make the rules.
The ending is what I allow.
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The Blink of an Eye
03:48
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: The Blink of an Eye
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
In the dark you’ll see,
a fierce creature stalking me.
A sense of dread is all I can feel,
not knowing if the shadow is real.
Disappearing at the blink of an eye,
as if it is one with the night.
Feeling cold, to the spine, time is lost,
I’m dying while playing his game.
I am the cursed I am lost can’t you see.
Am I insane or is this meant to be.
Lost in the realm of a flickering haze.
Disappearing...
At the blink of an eye.
Falling down, out of breath, feel the cold,
sucking the life from my soul.
I am the cursed, I am lost can’t you see.
Am I insane or is this meant to be.
Lost in the realm of a flickering haze.
Disappearing...
At the blink of an eye.
Dragging my body, grasping my belt.
Sensing the blade, wounds will be dealt.
Sudden attack, straight from above.
No time to act, slicing me up.
Unloading bowels, onto the ground,
Sensing the beast, not to be found.
Moment of truth, senses are strong.
Hazes have vanished, but something is wrong.
Looking down, seeing myself.
There is no beast, I did it myself!
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Walk With the Dead
04:03
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: Walk With the Dead
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
A lonesome road ahead.
Seclusion now my home.
Walking with the dead.
Years survive alone.
I can see, I believe,
I control my insanity.
I can feel, I resist,
A lone survival anarchist.
Walk with the dead!
Walk with the dead!
One morning I awoke,
beside my wife in bed.
When I touched her silky hair,
my feelings turned to dread.
When I realized she was dead!
I survived the plague,
as one among the few.
Now I walk the barren lands,
looking for culprit clues.
The reason for this nightmare, is hidden deep below.
I found an entrance, covered beneath the snow.
They will pay!
I can see, I believe,
I control my insanity.
I can feel, I resist,
A lone survival anarchist.
Walk with the dead!
Walk with the dead!
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The Sickening
04:02
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Band: DownPitch
Album: Director's Cut
Song: The Sickening
Lyrics by: Lars Muldjord
Choice of dominion.
Dormant, an emberous grave.
Flowing through veins, the flesh of the cave.
The breath of the first, shall expand onto The Earth.
A touch, like building a chain.
To jump from the first to the next to the third.
They’re all part of the game.
The game that we play.
The sickening!
The sickening!
Whirlwind of viral inject.
Breaking the walls, infectious.
Waited too long,
unsettling the calm, a sense of the wrong.
On the day of the death, of the victims that bled.
Blood ran from their eyes.
The sickening spreads!
Containment breach, the fabric is torn.
A suit with a bow, a needle and thread.
The sickening, the virulent puppets of death.
Attending the ball of the dead.
The sickening!
The virulent puppets of death.
Beating down and flee the sickness,
Mend a bleeding heart.
Strong and willful, showing weakness,
Given in!
Humanity coming apart!
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DownPitch Denmark
DownPitch was born from the ashes of the Danish black / death metal band Sepulchrum back
in 2011 by band
members Lars Muldjord and Martin Pedersen. Simon Pedersen joined in 2014 as session vocalist.
The aptly named debut album "Director's Cut" was released on December 20th 2022 as a digital only release.
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