Count the Worms

by Mordatorium

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Mordatorium is delighted to present to you - "Count the Worms". This demo contains two songs which will also be featured on the next full-length album. It is our first release featuring a full band and it is sure to do some good harm to your neck!

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released January 16, 2016

Andrew Oosterbaan - Guitar and vocals
Nigel Bravo - Bass
Pearl Kacew - Drums

Andrew Oosterbaan - Engineering, mixing, mastering
Lauren Gornik - Cover art

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Mordatorium Chicago, Illinois

Mordatorium is a death metal band from Chicago, originally formed in 2007. Inspired heavily by Swedish and British acts of the early 90's, Mordatorium offers up some dirty, head-bang driven death metal.

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Track Name: Obsessed With Death
Dark and silent we see them near
Minds are driven to terror
The unknown creatures appear before us
Mysterious are their intentions

"The music of misery
Music of darkness"

We're obsessed with death
Drawn to black
Obsessed with death
Dominated by the dead

Masters of the night we have become
Transformed by the dark

"The music of misery
Music of darkness,
Hammering, beating down
Crushing your soul"

We are gods among these masses
Revel in the pleasures of evil
With magnificent grace and sharpened minds
We lord amongst the living

We're obsessed with death
Drawn to black
Obsessed with death
Dominated by the dead
Obsessed with death
Obsessed..
Track Name: The Gallows
Monolith of old oak
At the edge of the town
Atop a grim hill
Where you will meet your death

Strung up by your ankles
The rope chaffs your skin
Naked and covered in bruises
Soon it will begin

The men arrive from the valley
Summoned by their king
In hoods of black they walk
Sullen in duty
A rusty saw is produced
Yet the teeth are sharp enough
As the blood rushes to your head
They ascend the platform

Execution in horrific form
The saw approaches you
At first the edge struggles
To tear into your body

A terrible scene of gore
Your torso is no more
Tearing apart your entrails
Until it ends at your neck
Blood is rushing downward
Trickling in the sewer
The pit beneath is filling
With chunks of your flesh

Monolith of old oak
At the edge of the town
The gallows atop the grim hill
Where you have met your death