Messiah of Decay

by Hemorrhaging Elysium

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released August 18, 2012

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Hemorrhaging Elysium St Louis, Missouri

Hemorrhaging Elysium is a brutal death grind act from St. Charles, MO. We released our first E.P. "Messiah of Decay" in the summer of 2012. Our first full length album "Degrading Mortality" was released in the winter of 2013.

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Track Name: Pelt of the Weak
Serpent!

Serpent of the night, I slither my way around your precious neck.
Once your body goes limp the knives shall dance across your battered chest.
I shall slit you down from head to toe
Letting you watch your entrails hit the ground.
I stuff them down your throat just to watch you gag.
Bite down on your intestine, as I make a pelt from your Hide.

You coward, you scream
Your skin is mine!

I will make a pelt of the weak
As your life comes to an end you watch me put on your skin,
And eat your still beating heart.

Serpent of the night, I slither my way around your precious neck.
Once your body goes limp the knives shall dance across your battered chest.
I shall slit you down from head to toe
Letting you watch your entrails hit the ground.
I stuff them down your throat just to watch you gag.
Bite down on your intestine, as I make a pelt from your Hide.

You coward, you scream
Your skin is mine!

And eat your still beating heart.
Track Name: The Human Happy Meal
I wake to the smell of roasting meat.
Before I knew what was going on, my mouth was watering from the smell.

Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it.
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees.

Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner.
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat

My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor,
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”

Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it.
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees.

Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner.
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat

My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor,
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”
Track Name: Rot
Why have I worried about my departure from man?
Them and I ever never seen eye to eye,
As they live in short blistering existence
Focused on the filth of only them.

Each of them like the common cold,
Just a nuisance, hoping to become the next plague.

They're their own idol in those lost lustful eyes,
As they decay in there so-called Garden of Eden.
They still feel blessed being so perfectly flawed

In love with their own shadows, they will follow them to the edges of cliffs.
They want to be the perfect spring blossom,
But they will never see the true light,
Since they will not accept the truth set in front of them.
They can never grow to see the true beauty in this world.

(Rot) Why have I worried about my departure from man?
(Rot) Them and I ever never seen eye to eye,
(Rot) As they live in short blistering existence
(Rot) Focused on the filth of only them.
Track Name: Messiah of Decay
Collide with the fables, lost translations of our tales
Same repetitive stories infect us
Old traditions tainted by word

Our world lost in these rumors
Converted by fear until ruin
Hail torture
Accept pain
Forget innocence

Show me the answers to this burden
Since we act out God in the devils land

These clouds of decay rain blood and flesh on us
As the dirt builds its way upon us
I slowly understand cruelty
So tiered of the same old mess inside
I drag my feet
Overcoming the tragedy of understanding

I've heard many stories in my life
Humble words that twist
Depicting an image so different
I see a rotting face that speaks to me
The feeling of death creeps over
Toes gliding against the dry dirt
Knowing its story
Beholding this sight

Collide with the fables, lost translations of our tales
Same repetitive stories infect us
Old traditions tainted by word