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Full Blown Satanic Assault

by Millions of Dead Angels

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1.
In Hell 01:12
In Hell
2.
Soulripper 02:29
Every night i try to swim out further than i can swim back. Suffer. The storm has turned to black. Every day my mind sinks deep into the ground. I cant listen because I am trying not to drown Everything. Spiraling beyond my f*cking control. Disappear into eternity, my fate. Running towards, running towards the unknown. Absorbed into light, the night comes to an end. Over and over, time sinks, yet again. I try to swim out further than i can swim back. I’m trying not to drown. My storm has turned into to black. Every night I die because I can’t stand the realness of it all. Every time I try to pretend it’s OK I fall deeper into the abyss.
3.
From the pits of hell, legions of demons ascend. Regurgitated back from desolate planes upon this wink of the eye in sentient history. Intense in, light and sound, personified, chaos personified. Perception of reality upheaved, the weak cry loudest as their minds rot from within. Hunger unsatiated, thirst unquenchable, they yearn for mankind's rotten soul. Ripping viciously, none left unscathed, the onslaught continues from the hellish gate. The humans pray to a still absent god, watching neighbors fall to tooth and claw. Horrid screams throughout the night paralyze the hiding, awaiting their plight. Desperation, desolation, unstoppable demons, the death of mankind. Desperation. desolation. Hurling bloody bones and flesh ripped to pieces. My thirst for the blue blood only increases.
4.
What kind of a man takes his pleasures, reveling in the miseries of others? Is life really so bad, are you truly filled with that much hate? What kind of a man would celebrate the suffering of innocents , any manner of injustice, as long as it affects his enemies? What kind of person see this and cheers? The willful ignorant seduced by lies and mutual hate. An army of straw men, no discourse intended, just speaking in turn. Disciples destined for repetition. Schadenfreude. Sadistic. Pathetic. You piece of shit! A day will come, a karmic ending, when you reap the hate you've cultivated. An existence defined by one's lust for power will only end in violence, or alone.
5.
Will you be prepared for the curtain to be drawn. To see beyond sight. To reach beyond the pale, and see beyond the veil. Can you handle the knowledge of the true nature of our reality? Angels and demons, monsters and man, one and the same. There is no good, nor evil, nor true consequence. Actions and reactions, none truly matter, there is only chaos. Empathy is dead, but was it ever really there? Existing by accident, we stumble blindly onward. It was once our hope to be better than those who came before us, now we only wish to stay alive. Behold it's shine, terrible beautiful light. Bask inside the devils light.
6.
Drive 03:45
It's time to go, no repercussions. I don't care where you go but get the fuck out of here. No where to go anyway but we still gotta get there. The smell of weed and gasoline. Wherever we go I don't give a shit, but fuck you I ain't riding bitch, I ain't riding bitch! Sometimes there's beer, sometimes we get caught, but it all works out in the end so why the fuck not. We packed all our shit and drove 200 miles just to get to this shitty bar. Tonight's going to rule. Push the pedal to the floor. My lighter won't work, the winds blowing too hard, don't roll up the windows, I'll just use my shirt. The radio don't work, the heat don't work, it doesn't fucking matter dude.
7.
Abomination 02:41
Rose tinted, tainted memories. The truth is unknown. Horror and comfort intertwined. Reality is subjective. I went back, introspective. In the end it was nothing like I thought it would be. Never static, ever changing, an open wound between reality and dreams. Always static, never changing. An open wound between reality and dreams. The truth is unknown. Rose tinted, tainted memories.
8.
Dead Again 04:02
I'm dead again, waiting for my life to end. Sitting stagnant and frozen over, I lay awake wishing for all this to end. Dry tears through fake smiles because I'm dead again. I'm dead behind the eyes. The biggest lie I've ever told, is the one I tell most often. To friends, family and strangers, this falsehood unrestricted. I tell these lies without thinking, an automatic response. Could they become the truth. I wouldn't tell these lies, if they would stop asking. Just like always I'll bear it until it passes. Then I can pretend for a time that it don't exist. Now I can “shrug it off” and “let it go”, until the cycle starts again. I feel there's no way out, and no one wins. They say to talk and someone's there, but I can't start the conversation. Dead again, waiting for my life to end. Sitting stagnant and frozen over. I lay awake, shedding dry tears through my vices, and the worst of me always wins. Shed no tears, only fake smiles.
9.
Slicing the flesh From your guts All the way to your soft white neck. The sound of blade against the bone As you gasp a dying breath. Dragging the corpse to the pit. Remove the hair and the teeth, the head we macerate. This is your legacy now a trophy in the hall, gracing nothing but our stares. Your flesh fed us all. Left a life unknown to rid the earth of filth. Decapitating kings one by one as I scream DIE! DIE! DIE! Death to them all. Enough blood to black the sky Bodies and bones piled high Death to them all. Their heads on pikes Enough blood to BLACK THE SKY. Walking a cadaverous path dripping with ancestral tar, guided by a bloodlust for gods. The so called titans have been dethroned. Their wealth now stripped as we pave the way in bone. Left a life unknown.
10.
Still 03:07
The never ending climb is always uphill. I've fallen so many times, but I'm here still. I'm here still.
11.
Vacancy 07:02
Set aside my bones, My flesh, when life is laid to rest. Leeching on to what we can have, what we can’t have. Filling the void of emptiness. Once all is said and done, we’re faced with vacancy. Breaking promises, empty words, hollow meaning, vacant heavens. Alone. Am I alone? No Truths, no absolutes, but the feeling to fill the space in my head remains. Holding those who are close, even closer. A search for meaning has been abandoned with no regrets. Now the vacancy closes in. Vast depths; Earth, mind and Heart - revealed. The old ways are not my fucking life. I accept this vacancy, and owe this responsibility to those I love. No longer held by the bounds of a shackled existence. No longer contained. The floor of my Earthly tomb has vanished. A free fall into oblivion - AM to PM. Driven for more, accepting of less. This is the outcome of a FULL BLOWN SATANIC ASSAULT. Embracing this, Its so beautiful, that this is not my fucking life. These aren't fucking problems. I’ve shed the bounds of a life I didn't ask for. Pushing beyond, no surface, no resolution. I embrace this void, this fucking vacancy. We all, will fill, this fucking vacancy! I embrace this vacancy and owe responsibility to those I love. No longer held by the bounds, no longer contained. Embracing this…It’s so beautiful!
12.
Eat The rich 05:54
Its not enough, the rent is due! My gas tank's on empty, I'm running on fumes. What's left to do? Working all day and my time's running out trying to find a way to eat the rich! EAT THE RICH! Working my life just to feel insufficient With these rising costs our wages cant buy shit I'm expected to do more I'm expected to cost less I'm expected to progress In this life of distress. How can I progress in this life full of stress I cannot do this every single day I feel like I have thrown my life away I will not do this every single day I'm sick of this its fuckin time for change I break my back, giving all that I've got So some asshole can buy his 3rd yacht. Working Just to DIE Counting my change, trying to put food on the plate. It's not enough. The rent is due. My gas tank's on empty, I'm running on fumes. What's left to do? I'm expected to do more, EAT THE RICH! I'm expected to cost less. EAT THE RICH!

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MODA's second full-length album entitled "Full Blown Satanic Assault" is a menacing barrage of death/ grunge / metal / punk.

For fans of: Suffocation, Decapitated, Misery Signals, Nirvana

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Harsh tunes from the depths; Under City Records is an independent record label based in Northwest Indiana. info@undercityrecords.com

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