harorider96
I absolutely love this album. It's different from what I normally listen to in all the right ways. Ground crushing riffs and the vocalists screaming style hits just right. BUY THIS ALBUM NERDS.
Favorite track: The Mothman Lives.
Piper Haqim
This album is unique and one of the most enlightening audio experiences ever. This band loves their Sabbath influence but their own input on that sound is so special and that makes this band and album special. So heavy and full of memorable tracks that i'll be spinning for months.
Favorite track: Nightmare at 20,000 Feet.
I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate
The band Sacred Monster is four people strong, it has vocals akin to King Diamond and riffs that can crush a mountain. Now, all of the people who have heard this album say the same thing *TV fuzz sound* "THE MONSTER IS FUCKING AWESOME" *badass music about spooky stories starts playing*. Edit: the record came on Friday the 13th and came with a hand written thank you from the drum- I mean priest of percussion so, yeah
Favorite track: The Mothman Lives.
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You wake up sitting naked strapped in
I limp, loyal to the king
Accusing you of treason high
You swear you haven’t done a thing
Stone walls shelter your screams
Break bones rip away meat
Speak your sins unto me
The High confessor
At first everyone denies it
That’s when my talents come to light
My practicals reveal my instruments
And when you start to seem contrite―I’ll bite!
Stone walls shelter your screams
Break bones rip away meat
Speak your sins unto me
The high confessor
Now you may bear to me false witness
I never pay heed to the pleas
It stops when you sign the document
And mark your guilt for all to see
Stone walls shelter your screams
Break bones rip away meat
Speak your sins unto me
“Oh, it’s time to cut the truth out.”
What will I do to you?
Clamp widens rictus groove
As I extract your tooth
I extract confessions
“Go ahead, beg God for mercy... but He doesn’t hold the pliers down here.”
When will this nightmare stop?
By knuckles fingers drop
Horrified at cleaver’s chop
You’ll shriek confessions
“I hope you weren’t planning on learning the guitar. You’ll be lucky if you can play a fucking gong when I’m finished with you.”
I don’t care if it’s lies
I will get you to sign
You won’t leave with your life
But I’ll have … confessions
I will sap your strength from you
I will take your soul away
So many things lost
On this cold, winter’s day
Falling snow will hide your body
Just as lies hid your sins
Now lie here, undiscovered
Until the spring begins
The future I once wished for
All the things that I desired
Are now only ashes
Burned away by the pyre
I’m the wraith forever searching
For the ones who did me wrong
Consumed by flames of hatred
Oh I have grown so strong
I will have my revenge
My fire is only embers
Ice has thawed and gone away
Revenge has been exacted
I have no need to stay
But the wraith is never-ending
My soul is gone from me
And my hate is never-mending
Forever shall I be, yeah
Through choking lightning
And pouring rain
I saw it, I saw it
A gremlin
The pilot’s disdain
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Oh don’t you see it
Because it’s on the wing of the plane
Please believe me, it’s out there
It’s on the wing of the plane
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
It’s out there
Haunting me
Oh, the plate peeled black and burnt
I know it, I know it
Oh but I’m the only one who sees
That it’s on the wing of the plane
Please believe me, I’m telling you
Ripping off the wing of the plane
“I know I said I was good to travel.
The asylum gave me a clean bill of health.
But now my anxiety’s taken hold.
The pills don’t help. Neither does the booze.
And all I want is for someone to believe me.
Someone to listen to me when I tell them
That there’s something on the wing of the plane.
I’m telling you, it’s right there—oh my God!”
I promise you, it’s not just in my brain!
I’ll do anything, don’t let it crash the plane!
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Nightmare at 20,000 feet c’mon
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
I bring you back with my needle’s caress
It ain’t so bad, count yourself blessed
Glowing green serum straight into your brain
You’re living again but now you’re insane!
You are my creation
The twice living man
No cause for loathing you’re
Back from the damned
Re-Animate you
Rise from your graves!
Re-Animate you
To make you my slaves
There’s been concerns with my procedure
It’s no flaw I assure it’s a feature
Mutant strength and unbridled aggression
Are really signs of self-expression
So go forth and kill!
Cut a little hole in the head
Gives you control of the dead
Seems my theory was right
Now I’ve gotta fight
…
An army of the dead!
Re-Animate you
Rise from your graves
Re-Animate you
To make you my—
“I’ve done it. The experiment was a great success. And through you, my precious specimen, I’ve learned that life is not just a bridge between two voids.”
You are my creation
The twice living man
No cause for loathing, you’re
Back from the damned
Re-Animate you
Rise from your graves
Re-Animate you
Oh you’re all of my … slaves
Just outside Canaan
Past the old goat willow
The sanitarium sits and rots
Abandoned years ago
There’s a room up there
Where they locked me away
Last night I saw a light
That wasn’t there today
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
Waverly Hills drags me
My soul cannot leave
It calls to me like a siren
I’ve got to go, I feel the pull
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
I remember when the winter chill ran through the air
Sterile smells... return to me
My insides scream as the butchers finish up their work
Staples zippered... up my body
My phone’s been ringing late at night when I’m asleep
I pick it up and there’s no sound but then I hear him speak
“These halls... have not... forgotten you. The body chute awaits you too.”
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
Waverly Hills drags me
My soul cannot leave
It calls to me like a siren
I’ve got to go, I feel the pull
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
As I step inside that putrid rotting place again
I hear the voices... call to me
Decaying souls shrieking from abandoned halls
Screaming ... to be set free
Crumbling stairs lead to haunted five-oh-two
Now I remember how I came to leave this room
Air leaves my lungs for the final time
“This one’s headed ... for the body chute”
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
Waverly Hills drags me
My soul cannot leave
It calls to me like a siren
I’ve got to go, I feel the pull
Waverly Hills calls me
Back to the grave
This desert stretches out
From one world to the next
Gunslinger’s hands
Put your life to the test
When sun meets steel and
The bullet hits home
One thing to remember
One thing alone
I have forgotten
I have forgotten
I have forgotten the face of my father
Seeking the Man in Black
Across hellscapes he flees
Dark Tower monolithic
Keeper of all destinies
All worlds are folded shadows
Echoing of rose and key
The sorcerer sits waiting
This is what he says to me
I have forgotten
I have forgotten
I have forgotten the face of my father
Gunslinger’s creed
I remember thus
With my hand gone
In my eye I trust
Shot with my mind
From the very start
Killed never with my gun
The hate was always in my heart
Almighty beamquake
Destroyed midworld
Upon Maturin’s path
I saw all destinies unfurled
Past rosy fields
At the world’s end
Cross the thirteenth gate
And all stories begin again
I will remember
I will remember
I will remember the face of my father
I will remember
I will remember
I will remember the face of my father
In a graveyard in West Virginia
There was the very first sight
A manlike figure with ten-foot wings
Flying out into the night
Flew down the highway, down route number 2
Eyes burning red like fire
I know what it came here to do
Don’t you dare call me a liar
Look to the sky see the Mothman fly
Make sure you look away before you die
The Mothman lives believe it or not
I saw it with my own two eyes
I know what it did to the bridge that day
I saw it smile as it took their lives
That time’s now far behind us
We thought the Mothman gone
Fifty dark years later
Seems it found a brand new home
The creature came to Chicago
Dark spires rimed with frost
Raising hell colder than perdition
How many lives will now be lost?
Look to the sky see the Mothman fly
Make sure you look away before you die
The Mothman lives believe it or not
I saw it with my own two eyes
I know what it did to the bridge that day
I saw it smile as it took their lives
I saw it smile, I saw it smile, I saw it smile
As it took their lives
I’m trapped inside of my own body
Mentally I’m slowly rotting away
Twist and turn lost forever left to burn
No escape no return, no return
This maze of dreams seems disconnected
Insanity not what I expected
Oh no
“Time-lost traveller, once I held your fears …
Yes I’ve been here, for three hundred … years …”
Oh no, no, God no!
about
Brothers, sisters and fish-people: Celebrate with us the unexplainable and the inescapable; the shapes just outside the corner of your eye. Pay tribute to the beasts that haunt your dreams and their creators. Join with us in wicked ceremony to give praise to the things that lurk below, outside space, and just beyond your door. Come, raise your hands! Let your mouths utter platitudes in twisted, torturous tongues! Come; and worship the weird.
SACRED MONSTER is pleased to release its first full-length album, "Worship the Weird"! Featuring eight tracks of riff-oriented metal blending influences of doom, thrash, NWOBHM and traditional metal, Worship the Weird takes listeners on a chilling journey through subjects ranging from Stephen King's The Dark Tower ("Face of my Father") to the classic Twilight Zone episode 'Nightmare at 20,000 Feet', and stories devised by the band themselves ("Waverly Hills", "The Wraith").
For fans of: Black Sabbath, Pentagram, Red Fang, Orange Goblin and more.
credits
released March 1, 2019
Sacred Monster is:
Adam Szczygieł - Minister of Screams
Robert Nubel - Riff Finder General
Guillermo Moreno - Bishop of the Bottom End
Ted Nubel - Priest of Percussion
All songs written by Sacred Monster
Recorded and mixed by Pete Grossman at Bricktop Recording
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege
Album artwork by No Master Studio
Band photography by NyxImages
Logo by Pui Che (Puillustrated)