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'Oblivion' EP Release - 10 September 2021

Track one - 'Oblivion'  (9.25)

Track two - 'Parasite' (6.04)

Track three - 'Paralysed' (5.06)

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LYRICS

Oblivion

Staring with fatal glazing eyes
To this kingdom of emptiness
The gods sell when they give
My soul is vastly laden with brief winds 
Of burdened truth
Murmuring silence
Is it the whisper of the end?

This eternal shadow
Dense and persistent
That I can’t kindle

This fever of despair 
Consumes me
I am slowly rotting
Slowly rotting

Men and time are one
When god creates and reality is made
But my existence seems timeless and endless
Settled in my sorrow
I live vainly
Fulfilling my destiny
My days are a veiled light

My thoughts unfold tales of war and misery
Within my reality
The only reality I perceive
Murmuring silence 
Is it the whisper of the end?
This eternal shadow
Dense and persistent
That I can’t kindle

This fever of despair 
Consumes me
I am slowly rotting
Slowly rotting

Settled in my sorrow
I live vainly
My days are a veiled light

Immortal heirs of death
Hear my prayers 
The Fate reveres 
Interminable oblivion

Parasite

Engulf the sky
Erode the cataclysmic existence of infinite exhaustlessness
Across the canvas of oblivion
Blacken sulfur clouds
judgement descends in this violent day and age
Within this torment I lie

As I stand on the edge of the precipice 
I look down at this world in his bleakness
Taunting and splintering misfortune
Endless spreading exhaustion 
Through this nonconformity
I find myself dying

Falling into the void
Awaken from slumber
Hidden beneath with a demonic retribution
Meander through the wrecked fields
A homeless parasite 
Corroborating null progress
A horrid cycle
A numb foreseeable passing
Strive 

As I stand on the edge of the precipice 
I look down at this world in his bleakness
Taunting and splintering misfortune
Endless spreading exhaustion  through this nonconformity
I find myself dying

Strive, strive, strive 

Soreness
Sore vision 
Sore heart
Sore spirit
Sore soul
Mentally deprived 
Sore emptiness
Meaningless life
Meaningless existence
Worthless, futile subsistence

Paralysed

To escape would be my only asylum

Dragged out of a faint yet blinding reality

Shackled and confined within this

miniscule body of mine

I will never forget

The tearing that I suffer

Framed for torment

Framed for grotesquery

Framed for torment

Framed for grotesquery

My eyes stare at the disbelieving reality

I wonder why I act so beastly

Something I can’t control

Painful regret and a sharp sorrow

Are the entirety of my soul

The gods of darkness I shall extol

Dismal drear

Catastrophic fear

A bleak ember that grasps my existence

An Icy pale light piercing my eyes

Temporarily cessated in bitterness

I plead for an end

Theres no reason to think about selfishness

I am deprived of emotion

I am wrecked

My eyes stare at the disbelieving reality

I wonder why I act so beastly

Something I can’t control

Painful regret and a sharp sorrow

Are the entirety of my soul

The gods of darkness I shall extol

Wrecked

Tortured

Ruptured

The pain never goes away

Captured

Fissured

The pain never goes away

Slumbered

Slaughtered

The pain never goes away

BIOGRAPHY

Cult Burial is a blackened death-doom studio project hailing from London. Having formed in early 2020 the project rapidly developed, with the collective starting from scratch and finishing an EP and an album within four months. The result is a punishingly heavy record that seeks to draw some of the darkest elements from the textures and atmospheres of less heavy music. This desire for crushing sounds has driven Cult Burial to the next demented level, setting them distinctly apart from many of their contemporaries.

 

The project formed when mastermind Simon accidentally acquired a baritone guitar after a heavy night of drinking.  Within days he fell in love with the incredibly heavy sounds of the instrument and found some collaborators to work with.  Quickly they pieced together a debut EP entitle Sorrow, whose title track premiered on No Clean Singing. Their EP featured in Metal Hammer Portugal and Cvlt Nation among others. With this acclaim in tow, the band rapidly set about writing what would be their debut album. The sound that had made heads turn early on was finally starting to crystallize.

 

Even as Cult Burial prepare to unleash their first LP upon the world, the band is grinding away, working on a second record. Perpetually inspired by the tormented magic of the baritone guitar and with the darkest of textures in mind, Cult Burial seeks to continue to plumb the depths of the human experience. This project is the sort of DIY experience that fuels the underground. It is ambitious, powerful and one of a kind. Now, Cult Burial are wallowing in the murk, conjuring new madness and waiting for their next chance to strike.

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CREDITS

Lyrics and vocals by César Moreira

Music by Simon Langford

Additional guitars by Felipe Grüber

Mixed  and mastered by Tim at Modern Nihilism Recordings