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Occult Spawned Premonitions

by SKELETAL SPECTRE

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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (Inspired by my Native Blood and stories heard in my youth) Far across the barren plains Near enemy territory I hunker low with a tomahawk in my hand Hunting down vicious villains to carry out my revenge Those relentless thieves who stole our land! No one will survive our curse Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns Native apparitions dance a tribal rite Chanting beneath the blood moon Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh Skinned from our uninvited guest! Our burial grounds have been desecrated We cannot rest until we curse more men The war is not over in these grim killing fields Soaked with Native blood, we will be back again! No one will survive our curse Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns Native apparitions dance a tribal rite Chanting beneath the blood moon Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh Skinned from our uninvited guest!
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Lyrics by: Lucio Holocausto (Inspired by the work of Bernie Wrightson) Dragging a gravediggers spade down a virgin page, He unearths a world of dripping nightmares Sharpening a pen with an old autopsy knife, He unfolds the foetid secrets of human flesh Boiling down spilt blood for a dubious ink, He spreads the black shadows of Man's soul He draws a ghoul's inspiration from open graves And like Shelly's Doctor brings dead things to life... He altars Horror into Ghastly art for the page... In the House of Creepy, boogey Igor and Poe's black cat And fascinatingly horrid Jennifer and her hideous face Cain's dwelling whose doors open unto dread Mystery Hulking moss-brute Holland and the baneful Arcane In Billy's forbidden comic, five tales of E.C. terror Slaughtered Reverend werewolf of sleepy Tarker Mills The traveling wagon woeful troop of freaks Master of the Muck... Bernie Wrightson A malevolent maven of the macabre A morbid monger of the monstrous is he Begetting madness and murder most black...
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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (Inspired by my studies of Egyptian mythology) Wardrobe of sacred spirits A vivisection and embalming begins My innards now my Earthly possessions And cloth wraps me as my new skin Laid to rest in a sarcophagus Until divine words revive my shell Leonine head and a female shape The Lady of Flames creates a fiery HELL Walking across xanthous sands Under the sinopis skies Sekhmet prowls the azure night Mother of all Gods in euphoric flight Unleashing powers for destruction of mankind Rituals held to appease me Strong, mighty, and violent am I With uraeus alive, I bring a demolition of fire One Who Was Before the Gods Were, I reign over any Father and Sire Laid to rest in a sarcophagus Until divine words revive my shell Leonine head and a female shape The Lady of Flames creates a fiery HELL Walking across xanthous sands Under the sinopis skies Sekhmet prowls the azure night Mother of all Gods in euphoric flight
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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (2011) (Inspired by folklore tales I heard from childhood growing up in the backwoods of Manitou, Kentucky) Deep in the murky woods, where all life is bleak A sinister tale of a razorback hog; Rawhead the bloody beast Slaughtered for his tasty meat, his severed head raised high The hunters gather around and eat, unaware that they'll soon die! Tossing, his bloody bones in a pile Rawhead, will soon be revived Lightning strikes his skinned, severed head Bloody Bones, reassemble him from the dead With his gleaming, yellow eyes, he races through the trees His tusks ready to rip open throats and quiet his victims' merciful pleas Emerging from the shadows, Rawhead stalks his pitiful prey Tearing their bodies wide apart, leaving their bloody carcasses disarrayed Tossing, his bloody bones in a pile Rawhead, will soon be revived Lightning strikes his skinned, severed head Bloody Bones, reassemble him from the dead
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Lyrics by: Lucio Holocausto Under a midnight full moon, the aged boneyard molders... Headstones and vaults slumber in unsuspecting solitude Naught lurks about the necropolis but nocturnal vermin, 'til... With shovel and burlap sack, he appears - the Body Snatcher Fiending for the foetid charnel fruit of fresh graves To traffic corpses for anatomists' coin is his tenebrous trade But some eldritch tomb, exercrably eerie, does he espy And utther Perversity urges him to explore the unnatural thing... Your repulsive villainly repaid 'neath that Untimely Tomb You're destined to suffer a deliciously well-deserved doom Your pitiful carcass picked clean 'neath that Untimely Tomb And dawn will see you survive as but a gross splattering of grume. The Resurrectionist rends open the tombs rusted door And a shocking stench of shuddersome carrion besets him Before him, steps spill down and undaunted he decends... A loathsome lot of skulls and bones litter the passage. Below, he finds a crypt, candle-lighted and utterly creepy Seated there at a squalid table is a sickening, slavering sect: The ghastly graveyard-ghouls, Les Cultes Des Necrovores And he learns, all too late, that their supper is served... Fiending for the foetid charnel fruit of fresh graves To traffic corpses for anatomists' coin is his tenebrous trade But some eldritch tomb, exercrably eerie, does he espy And utther Perversity urges him to explore the unnatural thing... Your repulsive villainly repaid 'neath that Untimely Tomb You're destined to suffer a deliciously well-deserved doom Your pitiful carcass picked clean 'neath that Untimely Tomb And dawn will see you survive as but a gross splattering of grume
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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (Inspired by the famously haunted Waverly Hills Sanatorium located in Louisville, KY) Dying shrieks break the dead of night The witching hour brings dread and fright My midnight walk turns into Hell The asylum windows, to me, soon tell Death and possession rage inside From the demons and spirits, you cannot hide I escaped from the bowels of Bedlam Now my soul is forever damned! Committed in the haven of lost souls I am there against my will Scream and scream again and again My only thought is to KILL! Running through the dark, dense woods Shadows follow in their long, black hoods Rain like blood dripping down my face This isn't a life I want to embrace My heart is pounding as I awake Only a dream, maybe I'm insane I still don't know how they got me here What else possesses me besides this fear? Committed in the haven of lost souls I am there against my will Scream and scream again and again My only thought is to KILL! Screams that I hear belong to me I want out, I want to break free Delirium eating me alive Will I even survive?!
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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (Inspired by the small Kentucky town Anton - rumored to be renamed after Anton LeVay. Several Satanic rituals were held in the famous cemetery there) A peculiar fog twists around my body Deadly omens take hold I have brought forth black magic Feelings of dread; ice cold Chanting the sacred words Awaiting a vengeful return A scorned clairvoyant Seeking their souls to burn Occult Spawned Premonitions I see what's coming my way Occult Spawned Premonitions Twisted consequences...YOU are the prey! Turbid smoke permeates The secret blood domain Creeping forth, we're stalking Nothing of you will remain Curse your life and body Blackness consuming you No escaping the spell Nothing you can do Crawling deeper to your grave Your afterlife is serving as His slave Occult Spawned Premonitions I see what's coming my way Occult Spawned Premonitions Twisted consequences...YOU are the prey!
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Lyrics by: Vanessa Nocera (Inspired by folklore of monsters living in the caves of Kentucky and horror comics) In the deep, fetid caverns Swarmed the strange monstrous beasts Gnawing away your flesh Drinking your blood in their ravenous feasts Fiends fill the catacombs of Hades Tormenting laughter follows you At your feet, a trail of gore and bones Sludgy putrefaction you can't wade through Suddenly, you're pulled in their trap Eaten alive, your screams pierce the night Nothing of you is left but a skeleton They chomp away until their final bite Chained to the stone walls Rotting cadavers dwell or hang Soon to rise in a skeletal army The Fleshless Ones take over the domain Fiends fill the catacombs of Hades Tormenting laughter follows you At your feet, a trail of gore and bones Sludgy putrefaction you can't wade through Suddenly, you're pulled in their trap Eaten alive, your screams pierce the night Nothing of you is left but a skeleton They chomp away until their final bite

about

SKELETAL SPECTRE has unleashed their army of fleshless ones, and delivered their 2nd crushing album, “Occult Spawned Premonitions”!

8 tracks of female fronted, ghastly Swedish Doom/Death Metal influenced by spirits of the undead, graveyard sacrifices at midnight, and other unearthly supernatural horror themes…while haunting the listener with destructive, earth-shattering riffs and demonic/ghostly death-banshee-from-hell vocals that will leave Doom and Death Metal fans cursed for all eternity!

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released June 2, 2011

SKELETAL SPECTRE is:
Vanessa Nocera: All Vocals
Behold the Pentagram (Rogga Johansson): Guitar and Bass
Haunting the Beyond: Drums
"Occult Spawned Premonitions" was recorded December 2010 at Morbid Apparition Studios

Mixed and Mastered by: Patrick Bruss
Cover art: Daniel Devilish Johnsson
Produced by: Billy and Vanessa Nocera

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Razorback Records is an underground horror metal label that has been active since 1998.

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