Fouling yourself by begging for mercy.
Gritting your teeth and pulling at ropes.
Waves of fire surge through your body.
As the knife finds your skin and starts to peel.
Human curtains hang from the windows.
Slack, deflated skin-sacks, sour human debris.
You try to close your eyes but the filth surrounds you.
You hear nothing but your pounding heart and tearing flesh.
Flayed...
Blood is in your eyes as you are flayed.
Facing death itself as you are flayed.
Memories of life begin to fade
Life begins to fade as you are flayed.
Lying in the dirt, weeping and bleeding.
Peeled to death, skinless and seeping.
Your form, your body, your life’s achievement.
Should it be subject to this kind of treatment?
Splayed in the dust, draining and screaming.
Pared of your rind, scalpless and dripping.
Your corpse, your carcass, your life’s aggrievement.
Violently subject to this brutal treatment.
You will be dead, I’ll peel your head.
You will be killed, purpose fulfilled.
Your corpse displayed, thoroughly flayed.
Nowhere to hide, you will soon die.
You will be flayed.
Flayed to death.
Sinew exposed.
The seam complete.
The face peels completely off.
Who am I to deny,
Such artisan precision?
I am your flesh, I wear it proudly.
I play their game, I play it well.
And when the time presents itself, I will gladly,
Flay another, human shell.
You are now dead, I’ve peeled your head.
You have been killed, purpose fulfilled.
Your corpse displayed, thoroughly flayed.
This game I’ve played, you have been flayed.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023
