Advanced Mummification Procedure

by Mummifier

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GK#105 c&p 2011 karaoke/mummifier

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released 28 October 2011

GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
a MORTVILLE NOISE production
"Advanced Mummification Procedure"

Mummifier: Nick Leedom – Vocals / Theremin / Piano, Andy Koettel – Guitar / Roland SH-101, Allan Kempf – Guitar, Amenhotep I – Bass Guitar, Imhotep - Drums.

"Advanced Mummification Procedure" was recorded with a MCI JH-16 2” tape machine on 16 tracks at Strangebird Recording in Centerville, IA on April 10th, 11th and 17th, 2010 -engineered by Travis Atkinson and produced by Mummifier. Additional overdubs were done at Mortville Noise HQ January-February 2011 using Reaper v3.11 and mixed the 13th of February 2011.

Cassette version available now from www.hurtstohear.com

“Advanced Mummification Procedure” cover collage created by
Salk AKA Clint D/A/S for the Grindcore Gluestick. Lyric panel for
digital booklet designed by Nick Leedom. Mummifier logo designed
by Cole Hiatt. All additional artwork and design by Andy Koettel.

Download includes bonus alternate versions of tracks!

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tags: experimental grindcore death metal power metal punk thrash

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Track Name: The Pharaoh's Curse
THE PHARAOH'S CURSE
Rah
You find you running from
You find you running
You find you crawling from
You find you crawling
You find you hiding from you and you don't know why
Resisting
The pharaoh's curse
We're all doomed
He finds his host again
Track Name: Mummified Christ
MUMMIFIED CHRIST
Wait, what's the point?
We're all dead
He'll kill us all
Torn from the cross
Placed on a table of stone
Crown of thorn
Brains ripped out of his nose
How can we hide from omnipotence?
Why is he a mummy?
Does anyone know?
I don't, do you?
No?
We're dead
Mummified Christ
Wrapped in a Burial Shroud
Eyes sewn shut
Entombed 50 ft underground
Mummified Christ
Rises again from the dead
Walking the earth
Bandages ripped to shreds
And I will cause them to eat the flesh of their sons and the flesh of their daughters, and they shall eat every one the flesh of his friend in the siege and straitness where with their enemies, and they that seek their lives, shall straiten them
Track Name: Mummification
MUMMIFICATION
Hog-tied with tape over your mouth
I wanna wrap you up
Wait here in the bedroom, we'll call a tomb until I am ready
This is the same kind of wrapping they used in ancient Egypt, but not really
I bought it at Wal-Mart
Ignore what I just said
Damn it, I hope I didn't ruin the ambiance
It's time to wrap you head-to-foot
No safety word, your mouth's taped shut
You're really something, baby
You'll get dehydrated if we're not careful
And the friction will rub you raw
Track Name: Full Blast
FULL BLAST
Fingertips against the neck, pushing through to break the skin
Squeeze the handle, penetrate
A warm liquid stains fingertips
Welcome to Hell
Shit
Track Name: The Road to Hell
THE ROAD TO HELL
So the road to Hell is paved with good intentions
Well, what does that say about the road to Heaven?
Track Name: Trumpeting Horns of Failure
THE TRUMPETING HORNS OF FAILURE
Waitress bitch, I'm sick of this
You messed up my order for the third time
Do I have to go back and cook it myself or should I talk to your manager?
No, I think I'll just kill you
I'll find your house and kill your whole family, kill everyone you know, then kill everyone they know
I'll just kill everyone, everything
The universe dies tonight
Existence was fun while it lasted
All that is shall soon cease to be
There will be no afterlife for you
I could take your soul, but I revel in the thought of you not existing at all
I said no mayo
Track Name: Satan's God Damn Spoon
SATAN'S GOD DAMN SPOON
I made a homemade spoon
I hope you like it
It's made for you, one of a kind
I made a homemade spoon
It cuts my mouth open from the inside
My blood mixes with yours, what a match made in decadence
I made a homemade spoon
I can smell you
Festering in its cavities
I made a homemade spoon
I keep it in the homemade pocket
I made in my ribcage
The master will be pleased
Track Name: Resistors are Futile
RESISTORS ARE FUTILE
Babies found lifeless in their cribs
Mothers and fathers without their heads
Satan's penis screams with joy
Murder, mayhem, and into the void
Crops laid to waste
A worker found without a face
Kingdoms crumble to the ground
No sign of life can be found in
This history which has yet to be written
August 1st, 1996
Throughout the land all ears shall hear a name that is synonymous with fear
That name is Peter Goldtoe
Track Name: Ankhtifi and Khentika
ANKHTIFI AND KHENTIKA
Who dares disturb a mummy of an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh?
The idea of such desecration just seems so unthinkable
You are trespassing in a tomb of the old kingdom era
We'll find a curse that suits you well
No, not again!
Any ruler who... shall do evil or wickedness to this coffin... may Hemen not accept any goods he offers, and may his heir not inherit
As for all men who shall enter this my tomb... impure... there will be judgment... an end shall be made for him... I shall seize his neck like a bird... I shall cast the fear of myself into him
Track Name: Satan's Fuckin' Hoof
SATAN'S FUCKIN' HOOF
Something waits deep below the earth's crust... or above it
I suppose it depends on whether or not the earth is upside down in relation to the sun
What lurks below waiting to torture their corpses with flesh eating worms oozing from its crevices?
In the fire that shall never be quenched
They cannot escape with two sharp nails digging into their backs
They try to scratch at the source of it all, but it's burrowed too deep for fingernails to reach
This is, of course, Satan's fucking hoof
Track Name: Sunny the Mummy
SUNNY THE MUMMY
I was once a malevolent Pharaoh
I made an empire on blood and fear
But when I died something changed inside
And all I can say is this:
I'm Sunny the happy mummy
One who loves all that he sees
My corpse is wrapped with love and joy
And rainbows made of cheese
I'm Sunny the jolly mummy
Brought to life by children's dreams
My tomb may look like a friendly one
And it's exactly as it seems
Sunny the Mummy
I was once a malevolent Pharaoh
I made an empire on blood and fear
But when I died something changed inside
And all I can say is this:
I'm Sunny the friendly mummy
On a random day of the year
I'll hide presents behind childrens' doors
And wait for their glorious cheers
Track Name: Satan is a Mummy
SATAN IS A MUMMY
The sky erupts with black fire as deep lacerations cover our flesh
Screams and cries conjugate into one terrifying noise.
A pain comes from within and soon spreads to every extremity, destroying our physical selves in almost every way possible
The scent of burning, decaying skin becomes so overwhelming it invades our taste buds and consumes mouths and throats
We vomit what food we can, then vomit ourselves onto the ground
Those not on their knees quickly find themselves there.
On our hands and knees, it feels like an open wound touching pavement on the hottest day
No one has the strength to stand
No one has the strength to do anything but regress to a childlike state hoping their parents, their doctors, their God, anyone will save them
A bright light pierces the black sky and reveals a form of angelic perfection
But the voice that follows stabs our ears and drowns out our own screams
I existed before your "savior"
I was conscious before the pen
With my lies and deception I fooled an entire world.
I guided the hands that translated the book, each time influencing the subtleties
Rulers used to create their own faith
The voice of God you follow is my own
All who followed the truer path died over one thousand years ago
Hell is full, my army complete
We'll feast on the flesh of the pure and our own and paint the gates of heaven with blood"
We want nothing more than to protest the voice, but obedience comes off as the most addictive drug
We cannot think, let alone fight
Our bodies are no longer our own, our minds become blank slates awaiting an order in Satan's name
We march toward the light, leaving behind a fitting trail of death