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Servants of the Outer Dark

by THIRTEEN GOATS

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1.
[Solo: Rob Fitzgerald] Don't be so trivial You're face to face with death I'll show you miracles But your mind will never rest You say you want the truth About what lies beyond I left a word for you You'll use it before long Shake the hand that shakes the world All hail the Crimson King Serving the Outer Dark Infecting everything Come fire, ice, and blackness This universe must die There's such delicious madness Waiting on the other side The number I have offered Will drive your mind insane You can't resist this word I've buried deep inside your brain Nineteen, the cursed number Key to the afterlife Tormenting you in slumber Temptation twists the knife Now it's coming out like vomit Nothing you can do to stop it Sacrifice your sanity For morbid curiosity Say the word and watch it crumble Thoughts reduced to burning rubble Use your final lucid breath To beg for mercy; beg for death Shake the hand that shakes the world All hail the Crimson King Serving the Outer Dark Infecting everything Come fire, ice, and blackness This universe must die There's such delicious madness Waiting on the other side All hail the king Beyond religion I promise you this tower will fall All hail the king Draped in crimson And we'll bring darkness to them all "Tell me, Sorcerer... what do you see in the cards?" "Death... but not for you, Gunslinger." Shake the hand that shakes the world All hail the Crimson King Serving the Outer Dark Infecting everything Come fire, ice, and blackness This universe must die There's such delicious madness Waiting on the other side
2.
Blood runs strong down the cracks of the mountainside The peaks of the hills where we watch the warriors die Gather the dead men, ravenous to kill To dethrone their king, take no lives at his will Ascending, trembling Enraging sounds of burning Casualties, burnt bodies Fiercely dreading your own beheading Deceiving, false betrayal Mutilate by hammer and nail No mercy, blind jury Vengeance awaits; the allies invade! Night came in fast, crushing in the eighth day’s light Neck like a crucifix, tied up so tight Blood-crusted stumps, showcased there for your murder Fires burn, bring forth the executioner Ascending, trembling Enraging sounds of burning Casualties, burnt bodies Fiercely dreading your own beheading Deceiving, false betrayal Mutilate by hammer and nail No mercy, blind jury Vengeance awaits; the allies invade! [Harmonized solo: Rob Fitzgerald & Graham K. Miles] Ascending, trembling Enraging sounds of burning Casualties, burnt bodies Fiercely dreading your own beheading Deceiving, false betrayal Mutilate by hammer and nail No mercy, blind jury Vengeance awaits; the allies invade!
3.
Archaic institutions Deserve to collapse Refusing evolution We get just what we asked for No brighter future coming More chaos on the horizon You are praying for salvation I demand acceleration Lies were used to build this nation You call that civilization Truth is what we bury you in This world must return to ruin [Solo: Rob Fitzgerald] We toil in the shadow Of false enlightenment High-minded old ideas Now used to subjugate slaves Serving a broken system Graves for those who preach resistance You are begging for solutions I welcome the grim conclusion Corruption thrives among us Our leaders spewing bile Infect the teeming masses Their culture going viral A plague on all our houses Spread by their bloody reign For those who can outlast it A chance to start again [Solo: Graham K. Miles] Sacrifice the ones you’re serving Ask yourself what they’re preserving Break out from your sick illusion This world must return to ruin
4.
Pride grows in the human heart Like lard upon a pig Send the children into darkness Their own graves to dig Plant the seeds in fields of blood To grow the vile state Starve the desperate working classes Feed them only hate Cells packed full to bursting with forsaken innocent Praying for interrogation; no chance of dissent Justice by the hammer Execution by the blade Die for Mother Russia Or endure a life of pain Prejudice appeals To a nation on its knees Blinded by delusions Of superiority Spread the blood across the soil And claim it for yourselves Loot the undesirables And cast them into hell Trains of human cargo vanish into the abyss Propaganda keeps the masses culpable in this Justice by the truncheon Execution by the gun Die to serve The Fatherland Or pack your bags and run [Solo: Graham K. Miles] Money talks and freedom walks Through graves in foreign lands Tearing infant children From their parents’ clutching hands Plant the flag in blackened earth And make way for machines Build more prisons back at home Protect democracy A nation built on slavery and kept alive by war Entertained by idiots and ruled over by whores Justice by the gavel Execution by the rope Die for Lady Liberty Or wallow in false hope
5.
Sub-Being 04:16
So many parts are punctured to bleed Sub-being kept alive Replacing vital parts; synthetic remaking Leviathan born to life Perforate The vertebrae Brain-body disconnect Harnesses around my neck The pinnacle of my subconscious reads Haunted by the urge Preparing as the back of my blackened brain bleeds Reality, lunacy merge Inject the venomous libation (Layered disgust) Trajected towards your ruination (Let ‘em drip dry) Tortured with no physical effect (Dried blood crust) Voices screaming “you’re not dead” (It can’t die) Severed body parts go not to waste Pierced and hung to dry Lucid amputation is agonizing They will not let me die Sterilized Anesthetized Brain-body disconnect Harnesses around my neck Inject the venomous libation (Layered disgust) Trajected towards your ruination (Let ‘em drip dry) Tortured with no physical effect (Dried blood crust) Voices screaming “you’re not dead” (It can’t die) Scattered chunks of bloody bone (Layered disgust) Cut-out skin dried by the sun (Let ‘em drip dry) Unplugged and left to die alone (Dried blood crust) Thumb into the trigger of its gun (It can’t die) Feel the caustic fluids Tidaling through your veins Weakened inhibition Rots your mind away Feel the caustic fluids Tidaling through your veins Weakened inhibition Rots your mind away [Solo: Rob Fitzgerald] Feel the caustic fluids Tidaling through your veins Weakened inhibition Rots your mind away Feel the caustic fluids Tidaling through your veins Weakened inhibition Rots your mind away Rots your mind away
6.
Unholy Mass 04:41
Forgiveness came too late Cannot release this hate Syphon your bloody tears Our final hour nears Revenge; I close my eyes Imagine your surprise At how I’ll pay my last respects I place my hands around your neck Slitting your guts (Run the blade from neck to crotch) Tear out your tongue (Make your family watch) Nailed to a board (Through your spinal cord) Placed on display (Effigy to which I pray) Left you bleeding while you’re bound up by your neck Lacerated, beaten, broken, inches from your death Watch your own demise; I’ll take your eyeballs last Make you beg for mercy just so I can laugh Blood and puss upon my skin begin to crust Badge of honour after you betrayed my trust Scattered chunks of viscera upon my hands This is the payment that my God demands Invite the world to my unholy mass Punish every deadly sin but wrath Slitting your guts (Run the blade from neck to crotch) Tear out your tongue (Make your family watch) Nailed to a board (Through your spinal cord) Placed on display (Effigy to which I pray) [Solo: Rob Fitzgerald] Your corpse; my grand design Sign of these evil times I hang your tattered flesh A warning to the rest All you who prey on fear Repent; your time is near No pity for the damned Your death comes by this hand Invite the world to my unholy mass Punish every deadly sin but wrath Slitting your guts (Run the blade from neck to crotch) Tear out your tongue (Make your friends and family watch) Nailed to a board (Through your spinal cord) Placed on display (Effigy to which I pray) Placed on display (Effigy to which I pray)
7.
No rest Stimulation To the point of agony Cold sweat An ocean Drowning me Obsessed with my own compulsions Ceaseless stream of Narcissistic death convulsions This waking dream that we call life Is constant torment Devouring The silence No peace is to be found Invasive Thoughts of violence I must wrap my head around Cannot kill the beast that screams In endless fear Making nightmares from my dreams Hell is here Suicidal ideation My life force spent Desperate for sweet release From constant torment [Solo: Graham K. Miles] [Solo: Rob Fitzgerald] Cannot kill the beast that screams In endless fear Making nightmares from my dreams Hell is here Suicidal ideation My life force spent Desperate for sweet release From constant torment
8.
Head so full of ignorance There is no room for air We will take it out for you That seems only fair Push you right into the vault And slam the door behind Dial up the pressure It’s time to blow your mind [Solo: Graham K. Miles] Space devoid of matter It will soon be yours to fill Contents of your cranium I cannot wait to spill Never grew a spine Because you never had the nerve Killing you with emptiness The fate that you deserve Fourteen thousand PSI Pneumatical homicide Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied Rising pressure ends your life Decompression fast approaching Vacuum-induced head explosion First your nose begins to bleed Capillaries collapse Organs like accordions Compressing all their gas Bowels forced into your chest Your heart is full of shit When I turn the pressure up The skin around them splits [Solo: Graham K. Miles] Blowing up like a balloon You look so festive now You won’t go out whimpering You’ll go out with a “POW!” Skull-cap fragments blown apart Will decorate the walls And in your final moments You’ll be useful after all Fourteen thousand PSI Pneumatical homicide Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied Rising pressure ends your life Decompression fast approaching Vacuum-induced head explosion No more pain can you take Beg for the end, you snake Before your bones all break Your head pops like a grape Fourteen thousand PSI Pneumatical homicide Rusted pipe; your limbs are tied Rising pressure ends your life Decompression fast approaching (Fourteen thousand motherfucking PSI) Vacuum-induced head explosion (Pneumatical homicide) Your head pops like a grape
9.
Gore Destroy the body in a blaze of pain Horror Until the spirit flees the remains I mount you on the conveyor Feed you to my machine Ensuring your pain is tailored Each cut precise and clean Collect the blood in a barrel Red as the finest wine Taste it to savour your peril Just before the body dies You’re reduced to animal tissue So delicious no one will miss you Lick my lips and get a reminder Of your trip through my meat grinder Light the fire in the dungeon Bring forth the instrument Separation of the spine Remove the excrement Cauldron, five hundred degrees Watch it boil, full of glee Your life served on a platter Echoing, insane laughter This, my famous recipe Your flesh mine to devour Savouring this memory Six o’clock, the sacred hour Fear As rumours of the slaughter spread through town Here The angry mob arrives to bring me down I invite all my accusers To taste my food for themselves Pathetic gluttons and boozers Waiting for the dinner bell I grin, unveiling the main course Your head upon a spit Then, in the panic and discord Their supple throats I slit They’re all part of my next recipe Each guest, their very own entrée Little tabs inside of a binder New ideas for my meat grinder

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Servants of the Outer Dark is the debut album from Vancouver death metal monsters THIRTEEN GOATS. Hard-hitting and hook-heavy, the band turns the standard death metal recipe on its head without sacrificing raw power—liberally adding flavours from a wide range of other metal subgenres including tech death, melodeath, brutal death metal, groove metal, thrash, black metal, and grindcore.

FFO: Carcass, Cannibal Corpse, Deicide, Decapitated, Misery Index, Death

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released July 1, 2022

Produced by Thirteen Goats
Mixed & Mastered by Diego Fernandez-Trujillo
Album Artwork by Jeremy Famir
Layout by Ana Briancesco

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THIRTEEN GOATS Vancouver, British Columbia

This ain't your dad's death metal, but we kept the best parts. Eclectic, over-the-top, and just a little weird, THIRTEEN GOATS takes cues from some of extreme metal's most infamous names (Death, Carcass, Cannibal Corpse) to create a tongue-in-cheek blend of different genre hallmarks that's as hooky as it is heavy. Horns up. ... more

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