Raw Fucking Gore

by Hacksaw

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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/

credits

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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Track Name: Hacksaw Necropsy
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
Track Name: Cemetery Man
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
Track Name: Frenzied Facial Mastication
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
Track Name: Totem of Scalps
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
Track Name: Apocalypse Domani
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
Track Name: Orgy of the Blood Parasites
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
Track Name: Intravenous Maggots
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

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