Raw Fucking Gore

by Hacksaw

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1.
a pyroclastic bashing against your primal brain drenches of gore surround you, its driving you insane know nothing but the gore that carves its way through your mind stripping off the flesh, leave the bones behind. A twisted mass of rot stretched over my face a hammer in my hand, hacksaw lodged in place strapped into your chair, you've escaped before welcome to the family of raw fucking gore appetite for barbecued flesh I prefer my victims fresh devouring the skin of man with chainsaw in my hand
2.
Cemetery Man 02:31
strolling through my graveyard at night see the way by candlelight browsing through the mountain of flesh thinking which one ill take next the stench of death is all around bodies exhumed from the ground when death is all I see I must fulfil my needs I am a necromantic I am in love with the dead I am a necromantic I am in love with the dead corpses vanishing without a trace I keep them posed, pinned in place this was a case that they would never solve but my desires have evolved I have a taste for flesh that bleeds for me to plant my seed an insatiable love for death an urge to draw your final breath I am a maniac I am a bringer of death I am a maniac I am a bringer of death solo I am a necromantic I am in love with the dead I am a maniac I am a bringer of death
3.
tore off in a frenzy shredding limb from limb sealed into the basement the horror just begins boiling all your bones to separate the flesh feasting on the insides of your severed head frenzied facial mastication frenzied facial mastication a frenzied rush of hatred smashing in your skull slopping up the giblets and chewing on the pulp bodies in the ground underneath the floor the smell of rot and death is something I adore frenzied facial mastication frenzied facial mastication in my human slaughter house the pain knows no end and when im finished with you I might just skin your friend eating those who's life I take by blade or saw I am pound for pound the most viscous killer of all frenzied facial mastication frenzied facial mastication frenzied facial mastication
4.
rising from the grave hatchet in hand searching for those who defiled my land chasing you down I take revenge hacking you down I aim for the head ripping off flesh and shattering bone carving through your waichu head skin your body and leave for dead a pile of bones a mound of flesh a totem of scalps, a desert of death rising from the grave hatchet in hand searching for those who defiled my land stripped and senseless your run death at your heels no where to go, scalps I shall reap chasing you down I take revenge hacking you down I aim for the head ripping off flesh and shattering bone carving through your waichu head skin your body and leave for dead a pile of bones a mound of flesh a totem of scalps, a desert of death
5.
luring all the kids with promises of treats little do they know their maker they will meet grinding up their arms and chewing on their flesh brewing up a human stew run through with death roaming through the city streets looking for a slab of meat no escape from your fate cannibal attack death and despair for those who cross my path of blood and agony feasting on those who fall prey to my pained cannibal urges
6.
slithering pulsating festering parasite ripping through your spinal cord all your bones are broken slipping through into your mind, orgasiatic explosion trapped inside loose your mind nowhere safe you cant hide broken down into a pile of twitching sweating flesh infection coursing through your veins you'll wish that you were dead penetrating through your skin the parasite it lingers in satiated by your death, it forever hungers
7.
as your eyes fill with pain for a breath your gasping your my toy to resurrect to your life your grasping pin you down to the floor driving nails into your spine push you close to your death for you know your life is mine rising from my basement tomb ill tear you limb from limb ill drag you down never found the torture just begins ill crush your neck and run you through take your life for pleasure no escape from the house by the cemetery

about

This is FCU001.

Raw Fucking Gore is Hacksaw's second EP, following his debut LP Necrostalgia, which released October 2017; it is nineteen blood-soaked minutes of grisly, undiluted grindcore that pays homage to gorefests of yore.

Listen to Hacksaw's first LP here: biscuitbandits.bandcamp.com

Listen to an interview with Mark about horror films, his project, and how he produced Raw Fucking Gore and the link below:

fromcornersunknown.com/artist-conversation/ep-22-a-conversation-with-hacksaw-gory-grinding-old-school-death-from-glasgow/

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released May 1, 2018

Drum programming, guitars, bass, and vocals written and performed by Mark Williamson
Live bass performed by Jamie Rennox
Recorded and mixed in February 2018 by Mark Williamson
Cover Art by Jon Schmudenhaven
Cassette Layout by Andrew Stephens
Distributed by From Corners Unknown

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