Liturgy of Ritual Execution

by Embodied Torment

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"Haunting live atmosphere, unique and intelligent song composition, combined with pure blasting brutality."-New Standard Elite

"Raw, fast-paced brutal death metal for fans of Brodequin, Liturgy, Orchidectomy, Heinous Killings and Orchidectomy. Check it out!" - Contorted Mind

"This four-piece band from Sacramento, California delivers real brutal deathgrind straight to your face like bands used to play in the beginning of the 2000s... a 9.5 out of 10, a really cool album in this old way like Brodequin stuff spiced up with new elements, this cool touch of this dark atmosphere." - Dani Zed

"This is an album I would recommend highly to those who like brutal death metal. It is an exceedingly good album with some amazing songs on there that make you just want to bang your head!" - Gore and More Reviews

"I can not help thinking that this is one of the best albums released recently by New Standard Elite, at least by a young band, constituting a remarkable success in its catalog and a clear breath of fresh air..." 8.5/10 - XTreem Music

"Embodied Torment just delivers a successful debut fucking album and is highly recommended to all fucking sickos! Amazing Torturing Fucking Piece of Musical Agony! 9/10" - Sick Reviews


released May 31, 2015

Written and performed by Embodied Torment. Recorded by Joaquin Chavez at the Guillotine in Sacramento, Winter 2014. Artwork by Paolo Girardi, Logo by Cindy Chaco, Mixed and Mastered by Sasha Borovykh at Tsun Tsun Productions, Layout by New Standard Elite.



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Brutal, blasting death metal monstrosity formed in Sacramento in 2011. Debut album to be released on New Standard Elite in 2015.

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Track Name: Oubliette
Seized by apocalyptic fervor
Cast down into the forgotten chamber
Devoid of light in the Oubliette
Humiliated and bereft
Condemned to inhabit my thoughts
My last companions
Remains of those who came before me
Left to fester in the cryptic earth
A corpse-foetor permeates the cold stone
The Queen's hungry mouth
And bulging, demonic eyes
Await me in the grave
My title affords me such pleasure
As to languish in oblivion
Nay, I long for the headsman
And the mercy of steel upon the nape
How many months have passed
Since the sun shone upon me?
Perchance to inquire of the vermin
Relieving my casque of this flesh
More than I require here
Ruminating in my limbs
Worms shriek for my essence
Their voices swirl around me
A blanket of crawling insects
I bequeath to them this putrid bounty
She visits me again
Mocking me from the door above
I turn towards the abysmal depths
Reaching for interminable silence
Track Name: Defilement of Mortal Purity
Forlorn and beset by grief
She receives visions in the form of morbid dreams
An ethereal durance...
The ordeal of a tainted soul
Luring the innocent one down to the river
With soft whispers and melodious tune
Before long a shard of jagged stone
Offers the prostrate figure up as a sacrifice
Cracked pate rendering its bounteous ichor
The bellows of the infant, In the firmament finds quietus
It weakens under the alluring swell
Uplifted by spiritual provocation
Deliverance given unto the infanticide
They convene over the despondent one.
A tribunal of canons
Through this holy anointing,
by His most tender mercy
I am convened to His eternal embrace
Now the executioner's block awaits me
In a stone cell do I confess my crime
This blood upon my hands is salvation
Blissfully do I go to the gibbet
Knowing I will be one with the angels
No salvation from the assembled
The roaring crowd greets me at the scaffold
Track Name: Fermented in Existential Terror
Pustules of an indiscernible mass,
writhing spasmodically,
watch it roil.
Adhered by bilious fluid,
the corpse becomes entrenched,
in the virus of subjugation,
externally digested
fermented in existential terror,
providing sustenance to the parasite,
whose corpulence now dominates it.
the vile womb ruptures desiccated waste,
no longer fit to feast upon,
despoiled and evacuated.
The cryptic Earth razed under
beating morbid wings,
and carpeted with remains,
like an inconceivable ossuary,
relics of a beleaguered past.
The host remains adjunct to its history,
unknowingly harboring fallacies of its freedom.
Abandoned, only the human husk by-stands
Its forlorn destruction.
Track Name: Kyphonism

Wrought in all humanity
Which is ungodliness
Incarnate flesh
Act as fools
Bring up the meat hook
Of fetid disease
Of fetid disease
Perceived by a heart so
Fueled by greed and despair
Thieves to transgress the community
Feudal aristocracy
Tyranny of an age, public torture
Means to intimidate the population
Limbs twisted in a mockery
Of the human form
A twisted kyphotic mass
Subject to a mask full of honey
Suffering the bees
The mercies of the warping bone
Bent upon the block
Wove in lattices, split into ruin
All fear instilled by the wood restraints
We stay swollen, self righteousness
Track Name: Rädern
A great number were clustered together
There was a prisoner to be broken upon the wheel
Idle gazers did press to gape upon him
Guilty of murdering his infant daughter with an axe
Great multitudes flocked to the place of execution
He came on foot with a priest
And his executioners crossed the drawbridge
Ascending a mount of earth
That all may see the execution a mile round

The hangmen take each a small halter
Holding the prisoner upon his back
Then the Arch-hangman
The great Master of this mighty business
Took up a prodigious wheel
Lifting it by the spokes

A mighty stroke beat the poor wretch's limbs into pieces
Four main blows on his breast,
Burst all his bulk and chest in shivers,
Lastly he smote his neck, and burst his jaws to mammocks;
The broken mangled corpse, spread on the wheel

A post thrust into the wheel,
And fixed it to the earth,
There the carcass lay to be consumed
By ravening fowls
Track Name: Epoch of Suffering
This sublime firmament, our collective reality
The fruit of genocide, the slaughter of millions
By the providence of God.
They too will fall to their knees in supplication
Worship of the bloody handed one
Whose religion so easily makes a yoke about the neck
Instrument of destiny
Countless bodies, a mulch for the ground
Upon which holy men may walk
No level of abasement
No degree of slaughter, may call into question
The divinity of this mission, when the angelic host
Did create this unspoiled verdure
For the refreshment of his chosen people.
Why forever did they populate it with vermin of sullied visage?
A matter of swift correction, some will be forced into pens
The fortunate human cattle, those who came after
By industrial conveyance
Are slowly bereft and gradually merged
Into a mass of human meat
Bones ground into fine dust
By the weight of centuries.
Aeons of suffering
The last will be denied even the meager
inheritance of their kin.
They will not survive what is to come.
The end of all mercy
Upon the earth
At last.
Track Name: Thrones of the Slain
From the ruined walls of Harfleur
Where countless noble sons were made shackled wretches
And the Pays de Caux was ruined
Many fortresses razed

Across the Somme to Hedin
Pursued by ten thousand men-at-arms
The army of the King

At Vespers, the two armies were in sight of each other
The French were joined by the mightiest dukes
Who each brought his war host
Resolved to stand or fall with them in battle
On that day they were drawn up in the order of war
In the Valley of Agincourt

With battle lines arrayed
The vanguard broke upon the enemy
Countless were suffocated by the weight of those behind them
Trampled by their own horse in the thick mud
Sundered chapel of iron

The shower of arrows fell upon them so thickly
that they were compelled to retreat amongst their own people
It was then a pitiful sight to behold the dead and the wounded who covered the field
and the number of men-at-arms who turned and fled

...proclamation was made that each man should put to death his prisoner, except the nobles
and for this cause many prisoners were put to death
In rites of unspeakable suffering
The dead were interred in the wretched earth
Culled from heaps of mangled carrion
Thrones of the Slain
Track Name: Judas Cradle
Hanging high above the Inquisitors gathered
Below ropes and shackles twitch in anticipation
Placed upon the throne designed not for rules
But the sinful wretch
A belt fastened around the waist hoisted over the
Cradle and lowered spike fixed under the spine
Ropes attached to the feet rocked back and forth
Questioned on faith weights shackled to the limbs
Intense interrogation,spike set deep within the
Flesh reducing the spine to pulp immense pain
Fills the body with every tremor of the ropes
Raised once again...