DROOD - Inter Gorelactic (2022)

DROOD -Inter Gorelactic (2022) METAL - Birmingham, Alabama Album recorded, mixed, and mastered by Bill Ambridge at Wolf’s Skull Studio in Graysville, AL DAMON -guitar BILL -vocals RYAN -bass JON -drums A Better World ANDROMADOOM FROM BEYOND THE WRATH OF DROOD PETITIONING THE DEAD ANDROMADOOM: The Trickster howls At the blood-born moon A reaper from beyond Who’s come to hunt for fools She reeks of death The fowl forlorn The ghost of History From books unknown ANDROMADOOM We await ANDROMADOOM She is fate. She will have her way With the Mass She’ll rewrite the lore Of our ancient past. FROM BEYOND: From beyond the outer sphere A mass lurks The crossing of fear They’ll emerge, an unholy birth The mass will merge to conquer Earth They know of a time, before Man When fire reigned, on every throne It’ll be unleashed, in every soul But when they arrive, you’ll stand alone. From beyond the final seal A voice is heard calling the Krill Morbius is the source Of this horror and remorse They know when the crossing will begin. I know only war. They know a time before man, when fire-gods reigned alone. They know when, the prophecy will end for we ungodly hordes. They know a time before man, when fire-gods reigned alone. They Know The End I know the end. THE WRATH OF DROOD: The beast found its light In the Dark Realm of the forgotten Realm of the lost The lost Found their might When the dark realm was Left-to-the-Frost We’ll find him here! We’ll find him here! He sings the last Invocation of an Ancient bloodgod Who hunts beyond time Beyond time It is Here! It is Here! We await the old-way. We await his wrath. The wrath of DROOD! PETITIONING THE DEAD: She speaks of stars that she has never seen A world she doesn’t know A gilded tongue is no replacement For knowledge made of gold Trying to earn her spot among the universe To escape her decay A lost soul among a million others Fighting for the light of day The listener looks down upon her in disgust In a flash of light she turns back into dust The child wilts as the mother weeps A stoney gaze upon those who will speak Deeper still instilling dread We cannot hear what is said Mist surrounds each case that’s pled As they petition the dead Drag yourself across the rot and decay, my child Stand before me, tell your story undefiled Sacrifice your tongue to she who devours us all Cast your soul into the void of the life ending call