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The Coprophecy

by The Aberrant

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1.
Kill everyone now! Condone first-degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth are my politics, filth is my life! I was once like you Screaming and running from the truth I would trample my own children just to escape it But look at me now I have become the monster from my dreams The truth your tongues dare not speak Behold: The Coprophecy is nigh None shall be spared None
2.
A sea of filth lies beneath my feet Lapping at my ankles, screaming for recognition A million faces looking up from the abyss I tell myself I won't become another hollowed husk A stench like death, but filled with life It destroys everything to assuage its saprophytic lust It pulls you under, assimilates you into its festering mass Lost to anonymity The sludge seeps inside Flowing through my blood vessels like a lethal dose of cyanide First comes formication, and to my horror The subcutaneous insects breed and multiply A stench like death, but filled with life It destroys everything to assuage its saprophytic lust It pulls you under, assimilates you into its festering mass Lost to anonymity Eternal oppression: the cost of life Making you beg and plead to deafened ears Until your throat tears and bleeds Your body is its throne Left hollowed to the bone Nowhere to run as it feasts on you Rats devour the rotting corpses, sustained by the pestilent mush And every single bone, picked clean Their hard white edges glisten in a sea of brown sludge And every single bone, picked clean We cannot escape from Their saprophytic lust A stench like death, but filled with life It destroys everything to assuage its saprophytic lust It pulls you under, assimilates you into its festering mass Lost to anonymity [x2] Eternal oppression: the cost of life A world of garbage, society of waste Left to revel in the atrocity they have created Your body is its throne Left hollowed to the bone [x2]
3.
A prophecy Illustration of humanity's demise Written with septic ink on a Scroll of human skin It infects Murky pus emanates from every pore Rejecting every antidote Spreading like the plague it is So pestilent we cannot be saved Like lifeless drones we trudge The story of a species turned to sludge Scum of the Earth Toxic ideologies Permeate the culture to indoctrinate our youth They spin a caustic tale of Corruption, oppression, humanity denied Filled with hatred They weaponize the masses to eliminate their kin The toxic tribes, fecal hordes, will set the world on fire To annihilate the enemy, then blame it on the dead So pestilent we cannot be saved Like lifeless drones we trudge The story of a species turned to sludge [x2] My being is stripped down to its bones, impoverished and scarred Bleeding for a false god Bodies strewn across the pavement in the name of humanity Dying for a false god Let wallow in filth all who walk this earth For existence is pain Let wallow in filth all who walk this earth For our past mistakes So pestilent we cannot be saved Or preserved, or salvaged Nihilists purged from the physical world Into the sewer of the soul With every ounce of strength They tear apart their fellow man Pathological tribalism An assurance of death for all at our own hand Let the longest serpent in the pit be divided among the young and the weak To nourish, to satiate So they may live to sacrifice themselves one day An ouroboros of martyrdom, an affront to the cruelty of life Behold: The Coprophecy is nigh! Fuck this flesh, fuck this life Leave my corpse for the flies [x2] Scum of the Earth So pestilent we cannot be saved Like lifeless drones we trudge The story of a species turned to sludge [x2]
4.
Fecal Horde 03:55
Benevolent thoughts which lead to hate An elysian doctrine inverted, distorted, weaponized for total control And every single haven once untouched Now contaminated by the Fecal Horde and laid to waste A formless mass consuming all Draining its victims of their will to exist autonomously Scraping life up off the pavement, those trampled underfoot Worn as a pelt, a reminder of their inhumanity Killed for what they've said and done A tragedy unfolds Long live the Fecal Horde! A swarm, created to commit Atrocities untold Long live the Fecal Horde! A cannibalistic appetite is embedded deep within They don't care who they eat as long as death occurs Fury building up inside explodes at the first sign of weakness Unleashing the filth which coats their lungs Nihilistic and volatile Sacrificing the individual to the mob Drawn, torn apart This is only the start Drawn, torn apart Long live the Fecal Horde!
5.
Die in Filth 06:00
I hear these voices beckoning me Every word a reminder Why this hole in my heart is so large Every breath, an anthem of anger You're made to feel average But to me, you're a deficit I'll cut you open just to Celebrate each word you bleed You're made to feel in control But to me, you're an animal I'll cut you up and feed you To your friends and family This life we live, so despicable I'd fill a million coffins to start anew This life we live, so deplorable I'd rather die in filth In the streets, in the chapel In the places we once called home The living rot with a stench I've never smelled before They tear to pieces everyone Left standing in their way Mindless zombies feasting on Society's decay In the sewers, in the bunkers In the places we now call home The living struggle as the Fecal Horde grows and grows A prophecy once foretold Outlining the fall of man Is now made flesh and blood Like a tree reaching up to heaven, so, too, do our roots reach deep into Hell Deep enough for the sulphurous fumes to poison its fruit We plummet to Earth and our sour stench repels all but the lowly saprophytes Who feast on us and die We kill each other, we kill ourselves The streets are littered with a million of us, dead And from the blood-soaked fields, society is born anew The Coprophecy reigns true Even the darkest pit has still darker corners Areas so malevolent that good cannot escape unscathed Even the brightest flames cannot illuminate us So let us venture into the abyss, blind

about

From the bowels of the Pacific Northwest emerges a frightening new stage of evolution in death metal. None shall be spared.

The Aberrant dates back to 2013, with band founder Linden Poirier writing songs for a yet-unnamed death metal project. With a backlog of material written, he enlisted longtime friend and collaborator Jack Briscoe to join the band, handling drum duties. Admittedly slow to start, the two focused on other projects while slowly refining their catalogue, giving it time to ferment—to curdle—into a virulent musical sludge. In 2018, The Aberrant decided to push forward and crystallized as a duo.

As the name suggests, The Aberrant is a call for individuality. Inspired by the New York avant-garde metal scene, Linden and Jack set out to create something that has never been done before; something unflinchingly, unabashedly "them." Enter 'The Coprophecy': 19 minutes of violent bass riffs, blistering drums, cacophonous guitars and grotesque vocal exhibitionism, all blended together with their unique sense of melody and composition. The duo have a strong belief in the artistic value of DIY, which is why everything you see and hear—from the album art to the final mixing—is their work. For better or worse, it's "them."

'The Coprophecy' is the result of blood, sweat, tears and shit being poured into one piece of art. Two musicians, one album. Eat up.

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released February 22, 2019

The Aberrant is
Linden Poirier - vocals, bass, guitars, lyrics
Jack Briscoe - drums, vocals, electronics

Featuring Amber Irwin - spoken word ('Die in Filth')

Recorded by Linden Poirier and Jack Briscoe at Rat's Nest Studios
Mixed and mastered by Jack Briscoe and Linden Poirier
Artwork by Linden Poirier

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