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The Quarantine Sessions: Death Has No Cure

by Altar of Flesh

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1.
Killing just to Kill Long live the king, the king is dead Assassin hides just to claim his head From the shadows, as death befalls A cowardly kill, though joy enthralls No reasoning to exhaust his breath Just the fun of bringing death Killing just to feel like a man Behold death within his hand The joy of watching something die The traits of a sick and twisted mind Pride derived from taking a life The darkest side of all mankind Killing just to kill Killing for the thrill In the cityscape of sound and light Crowd unaware of the sniper’s site The bullets fly and bodies fall The coward hides within a vantage, tall No reasoning or point to fulfill Just looking to sate the lust to kill
2.
Into The Morgue Thrown from the wreckage of metal and glass Triple impact, it happened so fast Blood shrouds the suburban street Death is the beginning as you will soon see Pronounced dead in the middle of the night To your dismay you can't see the light Something is wrong you still feel alive Fully aware that you didn't survive Into the morgue Body dead, conscious remains Into the morgue Even death can't cease the pain Into the morgue Tortured on the slab, cannot scream Into the morgue Never awake from this eternal dream Humiliation begins as your disrobed and cleaned Details of death are to be gleaned Feel the pain as the autopsy's performed Can't hear the screams from your corpse now deformed Sewn back up and shoved on ice Locked in a freezer, you can't open your eyes Your body a prison that you must endure For eternity, for death has no cure
3.
Back From The Grave With me dead you thought you were safe Completely harmless in the grave I've returned from Hell to take my revenge A rotting shade of flesh and bone My God damned soul cannot rest So long as you still breathe Back from the grave! Back for vengeance Back from the grave! Your life will end Back from the grave! Through fire and brimstone Back from the grave! I have returned You live your life like nothing happened No one knows except you and me You got away clean and free But I've come back to make things right Vengeance is mine when your body dies Vengeance is mine when your soul fries When you killed me I swore I'd come back Standing face to face you beg I forgive Through fire and brimstone, six feet of dirt I've come all this way, you can't escape You betrayed me, I'll even the score Final breath--Join me in Hell!
4.
Closed Casket Gleaming Steel in the moonlight enhances the urge to kill The sharpened axe hits flesh and bone, it is such a thrill See a random victim in the park walking slowly Crush the face with the axe, before they even saw me Massive trauma to the head Face disfigured Close the casket Split the skull, head a mess Can't be saved Close the casket Fingerprints are the only way to identify the remains Mangled beyond recognition, never to be viewed again At the funeral, there's no closure for the loved ones I get off on savage murder, closing caskets for fun I find joy in the sense of power that I feel when I kill One who is loved by so many, and to know their lives are ruined!
5.
Sex On A Slab Here in the morgue, I work too late Body after body, no time for a date On the occasion a girl will roll through It's time to have fun and try something new Pretty young college girl with rope burns on her neck Obviously raped and strangled to death As her garments are removed I'll caress her white skin Spread her legs apart and reveal what's within I sample the juices that pour from her slit They smell like death and taste like shit Forensic Foreplay! Sex on a slab! Embrace before decay! Sex on a slab! Like a twisted ballet! Sex on a slab! I end it this way! Sex on a slab! From every orifice drips blood, puss, and ooze Nevertheless, I mount and penetrate her cooze Almost rigor mortis her lips are like stone I hear tissues tear with my every moan Affairs with the dead, post mortem embrace I finish the autopsy and shoot on her face Here in the morgue, last stop before the dirt With my senses these dead girls flirt I can't help myself, to this habit I am stuck Last rites of every good girl, a funereal fuck!
6.
Absolution Through The Axe I am not here not just for vengeance but for pleasure An axe to cleave your life and all that you treasure Torment in such ways that you could not glean Your pulse is your sin, my axe wipes it clean Won't endure you living much longer Your screams will make the world much stronger To be absolved you must fall to my blade Your soul, much cleaner as you fade Sharpen my axe Take off your head Better watch your back I want you dead Before you die I 'll make you suffer Utterly disfigured, your face bears my rage Your terrible ways are an ensnaring malady I'll chop off your head and then you'll be free
7.
Fetus Kebab 02:02
Fetus Kebab Torn from the womb with a coat hanger hook She's overwhelmed with a compulsion to cook Season and marinate, no need to eat it plain She cleans the grill and skewers the brain The juicy morsel cooked on the open flame She devours the meal before it had a name The evidence devoured, she'll deny she's a whore Back on the prowl, she'll conceive one more Delicacy of the subhuman flavor Nothing like it's irresistible taste Fetus kebab the most tender of meat Nothing that I'd rather eat At the clinic, they preserve the unborn deceased Fetal remains collected for a feast A cannibal barbecue, fetuses for all A giant banquet held in the fall There's fetus shish kebab, burgers and steaks Grinding stem-cells into shakes Consuming fetal remains, a joy they can't deny Embryonic flesh, a euphoric high
8.
Strangulation And Dismemberment Watching through the window wishing you were dead Visions of a chainsaw ripping through your head Mangled limbs strewn across the floor Your rotting carcass nailed above my door Strangulation and dismemberment Too late for apologies Strangulation and dismemberment Hack the bitch apart!! Your festering remains, once so fair Reek of decay permeates the air Maggots now inherit your flesh Soon to dispose of what's left
9.
Band Saw Lobotomy You awake tied and gagged to quell any defiance You'll be the charge in this journey of science Seeking to cure the rot inside your brain To cut out the cancerous societal bane The band saw is sharpened, the band saw awaits To cure your disease with a painful lobotomy Preyed upon the innocent for control and power Taking from children the virginal flower The cure I propose is an act of benediction A permanent end to your incurable infliction Knocked unconscious and tied down I, your surgeon of no renown In a garage, surgery is performed By the band saw you will be reformed The blade awaits you The fear sets in with the band saw shown Reflect on your crimes as your fate is known Procedure described to let you know your fate No more games, the saw awaits -- The blade will cure you -- Band Saw!!! Band Saw!!! Lobotomy!!! The saw fired up as you scream and groan The jagged blade to meet flesh and bone Prefrontal cortex to the frontal lobe I sever Awake and screaming through the whole endeavor The blade cures your perversion -- To the thalamus cutting through grey matter The blade too deep as the blood will splatter No big loss as your life expires To claim more like you this surgery inspires The blade calls for more patients --
10.
Feast In The Autopsy Room Bodies fill the county morgue Autopsy done, already gored Packed away, kept on ice I sneak in to take a slice Bone saw rips through the flesh I am hungered by the stench Pounds of meat hacked from bone Trash bags full, I head home Feast upon the dead By this sickness in my head From the morgue I feast Upon the recently deceased Coroner unaware of my mission He returns to find parts missing Corpses raided and partially devoured Room looks like a bloody shower Chunks of bodies taken by amateur cuts Room embellished with left over guts From the staff's stomachs vomit is perfused My nighttime raid leaves authorities confused
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The Plague 01:42
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The recording of this album began during the 2020 pandemic. While everything was shut down, we decided to re-record some old school tracks we had from back in our early years. We invited fellow founding member, Joe Lachapelle (Bloodcraft / Ravens Crown) to join us in breathing new life into these tracks.

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released September 20, 2022

Matt " Road Rage" Santos - Drums / Backing Vocals
Jason Santos - Guitar / Vocals
Nick Ward - Guitar / Vocals
Joe Lachapelle - Bass / Vocals

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Substandard Studios
by Jason Santos
Cover art by Jason Santos

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Altar of Flesh Tallahassee, Florida

Hailing from Tallahassee, Florida, Altar of Flesh was formed in 1999. Altar of flesh have released 4 demos, which were compiled on 'Unleashing the Angel Grinder' on Statue Records. 'Vilified' was released in 2009.

Altar of Flesh have had the honor to share the stage with Morbid Angel, Monstrosity, Malevolent Creation, All That Remains, Crematorium, Bloodlet, Bloodjinn, Corpus Cristi, & Jucifer
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