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The Battle Of Yaldabaoth

by Infant Annihilator

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Garrett
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Garrett More technical than a Toyota Hilux with just the right amount of goblin vocals Favorite track: The Kingdom Sitteth Lonely Beneath Thine Hollowed Heavens [Feat. Trevor Strnad].
aster1a
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aster1a Infant Annihilator is complete madness and chaos, and the one of the pinnacles of talent in modern metal, The BOY shows how much effort and love they put behind their music, I'm more than happy to support them. Favorite track: Swinaecologist.
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winterispretty I'm proud to have paid $6.66 for this Favorite track: Three Bastards.
gregory duveau
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gregory duveau Putain, enfin dispo sur band camp !!!

Ce disque est un condensé d'idées de malades. Ça joue grave, le son est énorme, les zicos sont dingues, les voix infernales, les riffs te collent au crâne. Et je vais utiliser une expression que j'utilise jamais sur bc : chef d'œuvre. Point barre. Et en plus ces mecs sont très drôles. J'aime ++++++
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Kamil One of the two albums that got me into death metal a few months ago, didn't think I was ready for something like this but here I am, enjoying it greatly. Definitely sets the bar high for other music in the genre for me. Favorite track: Ov Sacrament and Sincest [Feat. Storm Strope].
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Childchewer 02:46
The cattle of the shepherd shall mourn There is no death for me to fear for Christ my Lord hath died. There is no curse in this my pain, for his beliefs were crucified. The sun sets, the blood delivered, the earth will drown in a crimson river. The world, the flesh, the lust, the devil, in league intend thy ruin. And every breath leads onto death and works thy souls undoing. Down in the lake of Hell, await the endless condemnation. To sleep is sure destruction and a fiery indignation. The sun sets, the blood delivered, the earth will drown in a crimson river. I am of Death that dieth never; I am the gulf that burns forever. O come to Christ for pardon from sin and Satan. Sever and sink into the flames to dwell amidst the lost forever. Forever.
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Beneath the hallowed golden halls, wails of death hum from the walls; the floorboards echo with the stains of rape and weeping infant's calls. Shadows of the ancient doctrines grip the Kingdom by the thighs - a penitentiary of royal penetration; fetal enslavement; prepubescent prisoners held inside. The ways of The Galèriarch endure. Though centuries passed, generations expired, the ways of Galèriarch endure. Hollow dwellings now frame the citadel, littered with carcasses and festering rot - withered remnants of a long-ruined realm: the hopeless souls of a forgotten god. Forced to feast on the fat of the damned; shamefully savouring the shafts of their siblings. Defiled peasants matured and psychotic; sadistic and necrotic; gaped and sadomasochistic. From the depths crawled The First - Scavenger of battlefields, seeking jewel covered carnality. Leader of Grief, hungry for divinity through meat and eating royalty, he was The Second. The Last, emerging from the void, unearthed unholy wisdom through systematic sodomy. Three Bastards united only by their cruelty, malice and absolute revulsion of all life. The Royal Sanctum, their underlying desire, a mere echo of a thought as they engulf the world in fire. Ere the solemn shadows close, the Warlords gather to pledge their oath. Ere the well-known landscapes fade, the call to battle shall be obeyed. Slithering, slurping fucks eager for a taste; blood and spit drip down from their face as they draw their gaze to the cunts they've slain. Cloaked in the innocent, the Warlords bathe; doused in viremia. Deviant disciples fist-deep in the harlot-horde. Municipal bastards, medieval masturbators, seduced by the scripture of God. Shadows of the ancient doctrines grip the Kingdom by the thighs - a penitentiary of royal penetration; fetal enslavement; prepubescent prisoners held inside. The ways of The Galèriarch endure. From the degraded and hopeless creatures of the plague arose three cannibalistic Warlords. They will lay the Kingdom to unholy ruin.
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Day after day Rape after rape A serpent slithering deep in the world's womb agape From mountains to rivers Valleys to lakes I slaughtered and maimed Rituals of phallic mutilation Piteous virgins soaked in menstruation Decades of despair Decades of damnation Divine obliteration My sins of molestation Rewarded with thine raw creations I only relieved them of their guilt to sin I speak the true rule of Heaven’s gates Pure horror awaits those denying my faith Denying my faith Drowning the innocent in their own placenta Denying passage to repent I only relieved them of their guilt to sin With deprived desires to fondle and skin For God, they obeyed and slayed The willful servants with an excuse to rape Glutinous, greedy creations instructed to bludgeon 'til the end of days Devoid of pity and sympathy Embracing their need for grief Atrocities beyond the gaze of man Cruelty beyond belief [Trevor Strnad] They are the Sin-Eaters Cleansing the Earth They are the Doom-Bringers Loyal since birth 'Twas the act of befouling offspring Which led to my son rising Defiled into divinity The infant to lead all of humanity The infant to lead all of humanity Only the second coming could save this world from crumbling into the void Filled with lost souls wandering They are the Sin-Eaters Cleansing the Earth They are the Doom-Bringers Loyal since birth And they ravage And they rape Soiling the land Soiling the stillborns In the centuries that followed, the weak grew numb to the pain and the anguish that we had begun Decade by decade and rape after rape, their resilience morphed into a familiar state The Corrupted accepted corruption and became their own destruction We grew bored of the horde and the way they endured, then left the vermin to find their own Lord. For any calls to us shall be ignored. Where are thy captives, thy trophies, thy spoils? The meed of thy vigils, thy conflicts, thy toils? The proofs that the world was overmastered and left? Its pursuits and opinions of potency reft; That the flesh was subdued, its affections and pride; that Hell's fiery demons have moved from thy side? Where is thine Lord?
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Welcome to the supper of sensational sin Where enslaved fuel the gluttony of our kin The cunts seared and greased Prepare for the feast A feast of delicate meats An elegant treat Sauteed cocks and baby vaginas Offerings of virgins and marinated minors Mangled scrotes of the innocent boys Paired with cum like a fine Savoie A putrefied fetal foreskin cigar with ovarian eggs (our gourmet caviar) The butchers prepared their finest cuts Mammary glands and shit-filled guts Bonecruncher, Childchewer, Lumpeater, Bloodguzzler Tiny bones to pick their teeth Facepeeler, Lifestomper, Wombwrecker, Cuntcrusher Gorging on the carcasses they raped and beat With tiny bones they pick their teeth While gorging on the carcasses they raped and beat A selection of rectums ripe and unclean Glazed in the innocents' seed Clitoral stew with an embryonic fluid brew Under-cooked so the flesh still bleeds A thick paste made of eyes unborn Paired with their bruised boiled brains Bone marrow braised with a uterine hollandaise To finish - the heart infused with glorious pain A feast of helpless meat Bonecruncher, Childchewer, Lumpeater, Bloodguzzler Tiny bones to pick their teeth Facepeeler, Lifestomper, Wombwrecker, Cuntcrusher Gorging on the carcasses they raped and beat The guests engorged with the bodies of the wretched Their mouths brimming with soiled skin, they cannot speak The damned now lay in the belly of the beast Yum
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Plaguebearer 05:02
Knights of the King's fist Ravaging the land of worthless clits Lurking in the mist of dawn Amidst the catacombs Like hunters in the dark seeking slaves for the covenant To be unwilling pawns Terror cleansing the land of the pure Terror purging the land of the pure "Hail the King, our majesty For honor and impurity Scorch the Earth of heresy Defend our true heraldry" Glistening jewels hidden under the filth of poverty Laying in wait, dormant, 'til the horde rains down to feed Creeping within the shadows, they seek out lost souls Deep in their nightmares, embedded in their bones They drag them through the dirt The gravel tears holes in their skin They grasp them by the hair and haul them to the King They drag them through the dirt The time is nigh While the knights of the Kingdom bring Hell to the Earth The sinless are sacrificed "Hail the King, our majesty For honor and impurity Scorch the Earth of heresy Defend our true heraldry" Beneath the sun and the moon The knights scour the land The living trapped like rats Eternally damned Glistening jewels hidden under the filth of poverty Laying in wait, dormant, 'til the horde rains down to feed Creeping within the shadows, they seek out lost souls Deep in their nightmares, embedded in their bones They drag them through the dirt The gravel tears holes in their skin They grasp them by the hair and haul them to the King They drag them through the dirt The time is nigh While the knights of the Kingdom bring Hell to the Earth The sinless are sacrificed The knights bring Hell The time is nigh Beneath the sun and the moon The knights scour the land The living trapped like rats Eternally damned Eternally damned
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Come one, come all I present my whore-spawn halls A stadium of savagery Hear the cries of the talent Witness my beauties on display Behold my vision of rampant lust I begin by picking away at the chest cavity Slowly sliding myself through the belly‚ lathered in sputum Elbow deep‚ like a puppet‚ a sadist ventriloquist Deep in the anus of the supple subjects Come one, come all I am the harvester of used newborns Cum in one, cum in them all Fucked to death before they crawl My glorious waltz of death‚ a seductive surgical Hell They come from all around the world to see my spectacle of filth Etch my name in history Majestic, sadistic, insidious Neurotic‚ demonic, insidious An exhibit, quite exquisite A vulgar display of ecstasy An exhibit, most exquisite A sinful display, perverse ecstasy Fisting the fractured fetus Squeezing the life out of the baby Prepubescent perfection Flawless specimen, fondle the foreskin raw My glorious waltz of death, a seductive surgical Hell They come from all around the world to see my spectacle of filth Majestic, sadistic, insidious Incision, insertion, I fondle the foreskin Serrated, sedated, labia fixated Carving, craving, lost in misbehaving Engaging, enslaving, erotic gaping The crowd roars in glee at the mounds of mangled flesh debris Come one, come all I am the harvester of used newborns Cum in one, cum in them all Fucked to death before they crawl
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The harlots' harmony echoes within our cave of castration Accenting the weeps from the men remade as women Stripped of their appendages Probed and beaten A cult of deviant savages Seducing bastards in the darkness Bringing life to the night Herding boys into the light Becoming one more carcass In the dark, they have no name In the dark, they corrupt and maim [Alex Terrible] Twisted nymphomaniacs Parasitic vixens Creeping Twisted nymphomaniacs Parasitic vixens Creeping Shadows from the fire flicker on stone Illuminating heaps of cocks and bones Faces in the mist obscured, unknown Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom All who heed consumed by gloom One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb [Alex Terrible] The chants of the coven sweep through the land Temptresses of violence walk among the damned Through the wind, they call you in Luring them to the circle to lay, erect While dissecting, slowly peeling at the shaft The loss of blood brings the lured to reality They gaze in horror at their penile cavity Fall blind to the coven Become their prey Gnawing at their anus Penetrating them with their own penis Fall blind to the coven Enslaved Their prey Never to be seen again Enslaved They pray Shadows from the fire flicker on stone Illuminating heaps of cocks and bones Faces in the mist obscured, unknown Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom All who heed consumed by gloom One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb
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I tiptoe, through the tulips drenched in anal fluid. Through the flowers splattered in cum and vomit. Smothered in petals and mucus. Admiring my Eden of filth. Limp little sluts, lay upon the lilies. Leeched virgin waste flushed of their purity. Stroking the slain supple specimen draped over me as I bathe. In the fountain of placenta. Submerged and staring in the sky, with a glimmer of lust in my eye. And the woods hanging overhead adorned with suffocating mothers. I reach below, and smite my hole. Gasps and screams, gurgles and moans, ravish my ears in delight. Children surround me; dead decaying beauties aid me to scratch the itch inside. Join me in my garden of gorging. I am The Maiden of Molestation. Queen of quivering infants, masturbating in violent glee. Thriving on defenceless beings, while their mothers hang from trees. Stuff myself to ecstasy Cradling the fetus I deflower and abuse. Their purity gives me everlasting youth. Caress their puny bodies, feeding on their suffering. See the discontent and fear my name. I am the Maiden, Queen of the Damned. I am the Maiden, Queen of the Damned. The wind carries the entrancing stench of rotting fleshlings. Their scrumptious suffering preserves my eternal beauty. Through me they bore in sorrow, bore in want, and woe, and strife. This same weight of human weakness, the same weary human life. Stuff myself to ecstasy! Gallons of pungent lubricants and mangled munchkins leak. Oozing from my loins down to my knees. Bathing in puss, washing in a flood of placenta. Draining the blood, nourishing the mud of the garden. Limp little sluts lay upon the roots, tombless infant graves. Limp little sluts lay upon the roots, tombless infant graves. Sorrowing one who weepest sore, know they past cannot be restored. All thine youth consumed and lost, by the Maidens hand, you've paid thy cost. I am the Maiden, Queen of the Damned. I am the Maiden, Queen of the Damned.
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All over the world, their banners unfurled. O mighty war lords, Galéria restored! They've watched that darkest hour of night, Whose gloom precedes the dawn of light. That solemn hour when silence, deep, seals not the eyes of those that weep. The light will die at the end of days, like shadows have the mighty passed away. Around the world, their banners unfurl, soon to hear the shouts of war. Like the waves of the tumultuous sea, that break upon the shattered earth, and quake the ground eternally. Tides; a swarm of the helpless enthralled will falter, then die and litter the soil. Tides; a swarm of the helpless enthralled will falter, then die and litter the soil. They've watched that darkest hour of night, whose gloom precedes the light. The ill-fated souls lie down in the crepuscular dusk, and with none to make afraid. Leaning calmly towards the river, dimly gleaming through the shade. Death shall seem but summer darkness, for they underestimate the void; unknown. There they shall merge into the fire that is breaking from below. Mountains eclipse the sky, the kingdom is lost to the night.
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From the podium to the pit, the Royal gown stripped, in a filthy robe I sit. Gaze cast toward my broken sons birthed, I smirk as I stare at the worst of the cursed. Descendant of rage struck with fear and disease, the children are cattle to use as I please. Long live the King, of violent rape and savagery. Long live the King, a masquerade of nobility. I lay on the floor with half dead whores, humming the ballad of their fallen mothers. Erotic evisceration, organ asphyxiation, each stroke stokes the flames of completion. I am the King, malevolent master of sodomy. A misanthropic tyrant dwelling beneath your glorious majesty. Broken screams emphasize the beauty of their melody, resonating in my chamber of chastity. The rhythm of shackles falls in sync with my thrusting A fairy tale of feral fornication. The guillotine raised, I bound the gag the soiled and bleeding, the enslaved now weak from hours of mistreating. My passion finally meets its end. I pull the chain the blade descends upon those prostrated, my fetish is freed. I fill the beheaded with my heinous seed. I am the King, malevolent master of sodomy Succumb to the saint of soiled sin. I am the King, I am the King Praise to the Pastor, the Peerless Prince. I am the King, I am the King A vulture of gutted cunts, masturbator of skinned cocks Addicted to the aroma of death and cum, sweet sweat scented skin, erupting excrement, smothered in menstrual fluid, rancid sticky sensation, rubbing rectal leakage on my shaft in sequence. I am the King, malevolent master of sodomy. Long live the King, of violent rape and savagery.
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The battle had barely begun before bodies like mountains piled up towards the sun. Blood flows, like a flood crimson mud washes over the land where civilization once stood. All the while the war wages on, the weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong. And they wail as they fail to withstand the cataclysmic defeat that has been brought upon. Fantasised genocide, imperial subdivide, humanoid pesticide, indiscriminate, fratricide. A war of filth and harrowed souls, with none left living once the battle unfolds. The trees only allow a peek of light, a glimmer of hope. Rip them limb, from limb, from limb. Burn their bodies and char the skin. Crush their bones into dust and feed the wind. Eat their hearts with a threatening grin. All the while the war wages on. Many have fled and now all hope has gone. The wounded cry and try to escape the never ending slaughter that has just begun. As the warriors erase the fiends unclean, the King sits in his dwindling throne. His mind is filled with only loathing and woe, and with open eyes hes paralysed. His gaze fixed upon the legions of heretics; demoralized. Rivers of atrocities, miles of monstrosities, a grim stream of desolation and misery. May the hopeless sing through their journey to the damned. And deep underneath the flourishing life lies death. The roots entwined in the rotting; the warriors of primal supremacy. Prostitutes of war decaying in the dirt for all eternity. Feeding the pines, the valley of swine slaughtered for their faith. The horns sound once more in the deep, drums in the deep. Hell upon hell, death beyond reach. All howling voids and torment beneath, swallow me please and let me sleep. Though I know the dark is swarming with teeth.
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Littered with carnage, continents crumbled by the crusades of rape. The catastrophe of cock and divine desires, a deviant plague. Humanity reduced to rotting fetish fiends, between the sun and the moon, the earth now bleeds. A world dismantled and doomed, defiled and decimated. The rebellion dwindled as the weak reaped corpses as prey, humanity reduced to rotting fetish fiends. Between the sun and the moon, the earth now bleeds. The gods that gifted them a necrophiliac, paedophilic paradise applaud the nobility and sacrifice. Beneath the dead all soil and slay, forever in fire the price they pay. Trumpets bellow in the deep, as the victors call Where is your King? The soulless kneel down at their feet and weep, repenting to the gods they now fear. Forever in fire, forever in fire Devastated, desecrated, lubricated, penetrated, decimated, defecating, trembling in fear; so commences their fate. Manifested, uncontested, consecrated, venerated, motivated; ready to reclaim their rightful place, as the bringers of heresy. Dead in the soil, forever in fire. Humanity reduced to rotting fetish fiends, beneath the sun and the moon, the earth now bleeds. Eternity in the dwelling place of misery, beneath the sun and the moon, the earth now bleeds.
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The Battle of Yaldabaoth (abbreviated as The BOY) is the third studio album by the British deathcore band Infant Annihilator. It was released on 11 September 2019.

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released September 11, 2019

Aaron Kitcher – drums
Eddie Pickard – guitar, bass guitar
Dickie Allen – vocals

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Infant Annihilator are an English deathcore band formed in Hull, East Riding of Yorkshire in 2012 by drummer Aaron Kitcher and guitarist Eddie Pickard. The band are known for their technical, eclectic and extreme musical style; parodistic and satirically graphic lyrical content and shock humour, and music videos that feature ribald themes. ... more

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