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Transmission Zero

by Ghoul

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Deep in the bowels of Smolek Sanitorium, the Grand Basilisk, feared cult leader and ruler of Creepsylania, watches patiently as the gibbering test subjects are strapped into their chairs in front of a visceral array of wires, picture tubes, and steaming ducts. Dr. Zabor Zongo, expert in mind-control, makes a few last minute adjustments to his creation. He places a crystalline skull into a voltaic amplifier, flips a switch, and as the cold blue glow envelopes the room, he grins... The Lunatic Hour Solo Dissector
On other side of town the cultists make a final push into the catacombs beneath Monture Noire cemetery, with predictable results... Off With Their Heads Cremator was burning, Fermentor was losing his shit My body was ravaged by shrapnel, Dissector was popping a zit Our only escape to retreat underground Coughing up blood as we fled The cultists were gathered like rats at the entrance Goose-stepping full-steam ahead (as they said) "Off with their heads!" "Brothers of Ghoul: steel yourselves for the fight! If it's Heavenly entrance they're after We will make damn sure that they get there tonight." Viciously hacking with jagged-edged blades Dissector laughed as they bled Cremator burnt off their lips and their ears Fermentor was heard to have said, "Off with their heads, hahahah!!!" Solo Digestor Writhing and moaning, puddles of red Slitting their throats to ensure they were dead Into the torchlight, a vision of dread Cold iron lungs bellowed "Off with their heads!" Off with their heads!
Destructor 03:04
As Killbot bears down on the fearsome foursome, the snarl of an ancient terror is heard from the darkness of the fungoid tunnels... Destructor From a race and place unknown One ton of hair, teeth, muscle, and bone The savage lord of a bygone age A broken hulk on a carnival stage The people screamed, the whip cracked Bloody lashes on his quivering back A broken chain; pantaloons pissed The sickening crunch of his pitiless fists Through the murk of the stygian swamp Came the sound of a thundering stomp The wretched beast collapsed to the ground As the Swamp Hag came to check on the sound She gave him succor, she tended his wounds He made a nest in a crumbling tomb Every night he would come out to feast Clawing at the graves of the newly deceased Solo Digestor The scent of blood perfumed the air Into the catacombs The monster lumbered, unaware Spiked fist, iron claw A sucker-punch to his powerful jaw Clashing giants, thundering blows Fermentor pitched in with a drum solo Core breach; coolant aboil Belching black smoke; vomiting oil A mighty club to a cast iron hull Transplanted brain liquified in its skull System failure, tubes were blown Two tons of steel dropped like a stone Massive damage, Killbot was fucked =Initiate sequence: Self Destruct=
Dawn breaks with a strange odour wafting into the cemetery on an icy breeze. In the depths of the swamp a skeletal traveler quietly pushes through the slime in a small canoe. Somewhere in the Basilisk's palace the crystal skull emits a low hum... Death in the Swamp
Seeking to possess the one thing that may be able to end his cursed existence, Baron Samedi is permitted an audience with the Basilisk. As the Baron's pitiful story unfolds, the Basilisk sees an opportunity... The Mark of Voodoo Born on a slaver in sixteen sixty six I was cut from the womb Of a screaming West African witch In Haiti they laid me upon the auction block And I sold for a song on a Port-au-Prince dock Raised by the Houngan, he taught me the rites I saw him murdered one terrible night Found at his side, covered in gore Beaten and kicked, thrown to the floor Dragged to the slave house Tied down in a circle of chalk Ritual candles anointed With the blood of a sacrificed cock The frenzy was building I pleaded with them for my life They cut out my heart with a sugar cane knife I opened my eyes to the dark of a grave My body was rotten, my thoughts were depraved Walking the Earth for eternity Cursed with the duties of Samedi I spoke to the dead as their flesh decayed They spoke of a skull in a land far away To Creepsylvania via Bombay! End this curse! Solo Digestor Make these gruesome torments cease Give me the glory of deathly peace Put to rest these cursed bones "You'll find what you seek in the catacombs"
Brain Jerk 04:29
Armed with a bag of tsombi powder and a hastily drawn map, Samedi gains entrance to the catacombs only to find four hooded imbeciles trying to huff sewage fumes from a mummified skull. He offers his wares and three of the mutants greedily accept, with predictable results... Brain Jerk Friday night and I needed a thrill I'd swilled all the rot gut that I want to swill And numbskull wasn't fitting the bill Dug up a junkie, I shot up his brains Inhaled some jenkem through a jugular vein But nothing worked and I'm starting to twitch "I've got a concoction that will scratch at that itch" Brain Jerk! He had a skull full of voodoo blow An avalanche of Caribbean snow "What's in this shit?" "You don't wanna know..." We blew some rails, we got loose Settling in for a night of abuse Dissector left with a flimsy excuse The walls began to bleed The catacombs to heave Glowing serpents burrowed through The melting cosmic void Screaming through the nothingness Our addled minds destroyed Destroyed! Madness! Piercing the veil Perceptions were warped, senses assailed Crystalline thought-waves,luminous gloom Organic magma, edible doom Dilated pulsating orbs One with the aether, egos absorbed Phantasms shrieking, babies aflame "I think this is bunk..." "Man, that's totally lame" It started kicking in Fermentor cracked a toothless grin A feeling so bizarre "Tear this fucking place apart!" Solo Digestor Solo Dissector Solo Digestor Solo Dissector Brain Jerk!
Blood Feast 03:43
Drug crazed and ravenous, Digestor, Fermentor, and Cremator go on a rampage through Creepsylvania, devouring everyone in their paths. From his palace the Basilisk watches and waits... Blood Feast On the outskirts of town Heard the townsmen a curious and terrifying sound As they crept forth to see A gacked out Fermentor, Cremator and me We surrounded them axes in hand They’d do nicely chopped up in the meal we had planned At the front of the crowd cried a priest "Look away! It’s unholy, it’s ghastly, it’s a " Blood Feast! Blood Feast! As the townspeople panicked and fled Fermentor got a sickening idea in his head In the mood for some dubious snacks He splintered their skulls with a swing of his axe We siphoned some petrol from a car And the orphanage was turned into a flaming abattoir Tiny skeletons radiating heat Young flesh is the best when it's eaten at a... Blood Feast! Blood Feast! First course: Liver filet Served with a garnish of maggot puree Second course: Brain tumour stew Bubbling away in a mucous ragout Third course: The haunch of a child Cooked to perfection, spicy or mild Fourth course: Mellified lumps Syrupy crustulant putrefied clumps Fifth course: A sputum soup Presented cold, a nasally goop Sixth course: a plate of headcheese With eyeballs and tongues, seasoned to please Seventh course: bloody rump roast The asses garnished with fingers and toes Eight course: ovum soufflé Baked to perfection, full of decay Lazily licking at a stump Sticky high fives as the bodies were dumped Crawling on the ground like slugs Bloated with meat and a mountain of drugs Suddenly a net was released Dragged off in chains by the Secret Police In the belly of the beast Locked in a cage like the victim of a... Blood Feast! Blood Feast!
With three of the four fiends in chains, the Basilisk prepares the monstrous mezmetronic mind-control machine for its inaugural transmission to the unwitting dupes of Creepsylvania. As the final test before a worldwide broadcast nears, he reflects on small achievements through history... Morning of the Mezmetron We were there in the palace square When the Pharoahs took their thrones We whispered lies into Caesar's ear And our knives cut to the bone We raised a temple for Solomon And we made damn sure it fell And when that charlatan was crucified We wrote his story well Gaze at the unblinking eye Watch as your consciousness dies And welcome the new order's dawn Tremble in awe of the Mezmetron Emperors and Presidents Have fallen to our blades Weaving spiders are ensnared In the webs that they have made Guiding hands, overlords Call us what you will We are the authors of the prophecy And we shall see that it's fulfilled chorus Solo Digestor Sleep, Sleep Now the final act begins It's the end of all mankind No more hatred, no more fear No reason for a mind Sit and watch the Mezmetron And you'll feel yourself go numb You begged for this, you prayed for it And now your day has come
Night falls and Creepsylvanians everywhere switch on their tele-screens in hopes of indulging in an evening of state-sanctioned inanity. When the screens flicker to life the viewers are greeted by a pulsing eyeball and a ghostly tone that threatens to crack their very brains. Back in the catacombs, Dissector tells Samedi of the whereabouts of the crystal skull, and they set out for the palace... Transmission Zero Expanding lumps of torpid flesh Spittle pooling on their chests The Mezmetron is energized And their nervous systems slow A seizure grips the ganglia As their frontal lobes explode Tune in next week and you're sure to know Zero Teeth are set in rictus grins No sign of mental life within Draining the brains of the automatons The fuses fail to blow Rerouting the encryptions But the glitch cannot be slowed Tune in next week and you're sure to know Zero Basking in the telescreens Their eyeballs pulse and glow Bulging from their sockets As the hunger starts to grow Tune in next week and you're sure to know Zero
Overloaded with power, the transmission destroys the minds of the hapless townsfolk, sending them headlong into a mindless orgy of consumption... Tooth and Claw Ravenous bloodlust Consumed by a sickening urge Hunger gnaws at bloated guts Compulsively driven to binge and purge Chunks of chewed up tongue are puked From salivating jaws Autophagous bacchanal of mutilated flesh Red in tooth and claw Tooth and claw! Skin is flayed with razor blades Appendages chewed down to stumps Gulping down flesh with a gurgulating belch Vomited carnage is oozing in clumps Bones are smashed with mallets Marrow drooling from their maws Autophagous bacchanal of mutilated flesh Red in tooth and claw Tooth and claw! Slithering torsos congregrate As they're drawn to the transmission source Panic in the lair of the Basilisk Entrances are reinforced Shattering glass in the throne room As the multitudes seek to be fed The Basilisk flees into the swamp His acolytes are ripped to shreds The compound slaked in gore When Dissector passed the gate He smashed the dungeon door And Ghoul made our escape Solo Digestor Solo Dissector Tooth and claw!
As the last of the cultists writhe in their own half-devoured entrails and Baron Samedi sifts through the shattered remnants of the crystal skull, Ghoul fiddles with the smoking hulk of the Mezmetron. A button is pushed and the machine roars to life. In Portland, Oregon a young nerd turns his television to a UHF channel and is surprised by what he sees... Metallicus Ex Mortis So you're an anti-social geek With body odor, funny hair, and your breath reeks You have no friends of which to speak Now your mind has come unglued And your trust fund balance is down the tubes There's only one thing you can do Commit yourself, submit yourself Give us your body and your soul Enslave yourself and save yourself And sign in blood upon the scroll On your straightjacket stitched, the hermetic seal The pin is thrust as the blood congeals Your card is dealt and your fate is sealed Raise the chalice and take the cure Numbskull from the freshly interred Your servitude is now all but ensured Commit yourself, submit yourself Give us your body and your soul Enslave yourself and save yourself And spill your blood for rock n roll Now your guts are a foetid yellow slush Twitching pupils dilate As your brain is turned to mush Solo Dissector Metallicus Ex Mortis! Reborn in decay Metallicus Ex Mortis! As your life rots away


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released November 8, 2011


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