New Level of Malevolence

by Sterbhaus

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released May 29, 2015

Written, produced, arranged and recorded by Marcus Hammarström and Jimmy Ahovalli.


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Sterbhaus Sweden

Stockholm Metal Deluxe (Thrash/Death/Black/Heavy Metal) outfit with extraordinary wit and ripping live shows.

Featuring Marcus Hammarström (Shining, Elvira Madigan), Jimmy Ahovalli and Erik Röjås (Ondskapt).

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Track Name: Grudgeholder + Hatemonger
Welcome into this realm of mine of sickness and decease
Embrace the embryonic state of mind and body free
From all the many legions now feeding on the dead
Though torn asunder in the fire
They all call for the saw

And now you’re better off dead
A sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell
Exhumed, consumed and fuel for those
Who aim to hack and slash me down from head to toe
This burning pyre is but a tad better than the true foe

I’d like to whip your ass and whip it good
Good ol’ fashioned human stew
That will once it’s served
Serve as another mocking bird

That lies and abides to the order of unwritten laws
The pecking of the one born deviant and easily detected spawn
Accepted not for that which isn’t clad in fat
Bigoted funded keel hauling parades
Never ever questioned until now

For now you’re better off dead
There’s a sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell
Oh how I wish I’d say I dream of you
Consumed in flames but every night
But I don’t, I simply don’t care if you die

And if it comes down to believing in hell
Well, I for one don’t have a soul to sell
This tub of lard – begotten sod
Another one to wage the war

More than a harmless relic from an ancient time
A laughing matter as tides change in the dark
But to know where you’re heading
Just look where you came from
Great hate instigator

And now you’re better off dead
We will all end up there deep below
So don’t fret and never repent
Forgot as nothing in the scheme of things
And though to close the book would be the honest thing to do
Still he lurks in the shadows a threat to the one…

You call me devil – your aim’s set
A prompt fast answer for the dead eyed
Askewed viewed ghoul

”Gud som haver barnen kär
Se till mig som tretton är
Och som vart på rockkonsert
Fula gubbar på en scen
Rått kött käkar dom och ben
Vrålar som besatt om sex
Om hur djurets lustar väcks
Men jag fattar inget alls
När svärdet klyver flickans hals
Det står ej i lukas brevet
Att dom har sågklingor i skrevet
Vart jag mig i världen vänder
Blodet syns från deras händer
Så Gud genom 1000 watt
Hjälp mig nu när det blir natt”
Track Name: El Giftus Satanus
It’s the day of the beast
And the final dish at the feast
Has just been served and eaten
And now it’s time for my speech
Though a man of science
Whose anatomy shouldn’t work
I’m a man of few words without lips
But with tongue in cheek and shining bones

This is the age of the mass population
The indoctrination of a herd unheard
Who spent too much time whining about…

Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with
What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?
Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites
To the halls of the dreaming dead

Oh well I guess it isn’t that bad in hell
When you don’t think of it in terms of wages
There are perks of the trade
As a henchman of the dead
As a collector of all things that perish
I get to take your last breath!

Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with

And as the feast is at an end
I chime the bell for those I send
Back to the shore of unsure reality
With Satan!

El Giftus Satanus!
The gift that keeps on giving
Whether you’re dead whether you’re living
El Giftus Satanus!
Never wrapped never topped with a bow
But hidden torn asunder ‘neath the snow

Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet in the fire
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with the devil!
…With Satan!
Track Name: Necrostabbing the Corpsefinder
So what’s the going price of all the bones
Hiding in the back of the closet?
And how come you’re so bent
On pushing for the end of the world
Every time there’s a chance for it?

There is nothing to the trick of using gullibility
Of a rapture fixed to date
So when the time comes
You’re just gonna postpone everything anyway
Yet again

Didn’t you hear the puppets?
Demons are coming to rape our skulls!
And now the counting of our days has begun

So you figure yourself quite the little bugger
In the butchers well kept keep when in honest truth
You’re just another one of his blunt blades
Far too dull to cause bleeding

It would be – all along
A puppeteer who deceives
You to believe you are indubitably
Just a fool marked by the beast

When fed to the Warmachine
War merchant, trader, ill fated tyrant
Unarmed to the teeth in a Warmachine

N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder

Soothsaying son of a gun
Fed to the Warmachine
Who sees the answer in an ultimate
Proprietor of Death as a Warmachine
Once nailed to a piece of wood
Now at the helm of a Warmachine
If to believe is to be saved
Then why are true believers fed to the Warmachine?

N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder

A-na-na-nother bulletin of doom – Another fight
Yet another pamphlet death Marauder
The one who just can’t tell the time
When encrypted in poor predicted rhymes

See them signs see no
Way out of this alive
Saving gracing in the sun
Where the lion and the lamb bites the gun!

Necrostabbing the corpsefinder!
The corpsefinder
The corpsefinder
The cordsefinder

So what’s the going price all the bones hiding in the back of the closet?
Peaking out when you least expect ‘em to dwell on the past
And when the last stone has been cast
God says to get what you deserve
Get what you pray for and not what you earn
If you’re at loss at the end of the day
Just tug up your sleeves and do a better prayer

And now the counting of our days has begun
Track Name: Bloodbarf
You need to pour me another one
I need fluid, need the thirst to come undone
Blood gushing from my bowels and thru my veins
Come tomorrow it’ll all be the same

Hair of the dog that should’ve been mine is dead now
It’s a good mans way to get by
Keeps me awake – It keeps me alive

Guts turning pushing toxins
Festering bubbles of doom
When the machine of total intesticide runs

It runs on the heir of the dog
Great bloodbarf of the hog
It’s the only way to get by
If by chance you’re just as thirsty as I

Carve up another one – Serve me when I’m done
And for the poured I’ll raise yet another mug
Full to the brim – The fuel to power the lust
Avoid total dehydration

Hair of the dog that bit me
It’s the heir of the dog that bit me

You need to pour me another one
You need to make sure I won’t dry
You need to boldly offer me anything
Whether I’ll crawl or still stand tall
Track Name: Crossed and Pissed and Devoured
Solitary slithering thru the annals of the past
Little peace in little leagues when succubus-ting my ass off
Trying to pretend I understand
Trying to defend that view
That’ll never make sense
Never be that of my own tongue

I could never rise up
I could never be comprehending the fact
That the ways of the leech
Were never meant for the likes of me
When existence is torn between living or
Dying for soul celibacy

Consuming, concluding a need to align
And warmth of embracing consumption is wise
When weekends pass swiftly and weekdays does not
You’re caught in a trench of a lifeless unending rot

There’s another fluke today
There’s another trend that will send
Just another sad soul to make his amends
There’s another hole to fill
There’s another pit
There is always someone content feeding at the foot of the hill

Predicament isn’t it?
A birth of whoredom thru boredom
When the day belongs to the dull
The verdict rules to cull

If by chance you’re prepared to be served
A big steaming pile of nothing from a murder of crows
As unyielding as the rise of the undead
Then in masses come gather – It’s time you are fed!

And start carving away
Piece by piece …this mission can’t fail
It’s of fabric begotten and plagued by mere ills
A testament for grinding them bones for meager thrills

Crossed and pissed and fully devoured
Crossed and pissed and fully devoured
Crossed and pissed and somewhat deflowered
Track Name: New Level of Malevolence
Word wielder of truth and great renown
The spitting image of a thousandfold denial
Are you waging warfare here
By the ashes n bones of what you see?
See… the sacrilege isn’t you digging the soil
But the exhibit – over used and abused
By the little ones who all claim the throne
With a cruel tool that tears the rift apart

And now by the sign of the certain sacrifice
Little crooked bad beings with envious eyes
Are finding their serpent souls
In the shallow certified throes
Of those to come undone
All revel in the flesh so freshly cut
From all them bare bones barely bought
Still ripped and taught by the true fire
Crossed and pissed and devoured

The “menace” roars
The “menace” cries
Adrift together in tantric fires
From an age gone sour
Devoured in an instant and final hour

Oh to be the one when the time has come
To usurp that rule – Have you undone!

True to those of callous souls
Are you all but born to what’s foretold
In old parental tomes?
Torn in unopposed gullible homes
Another one cloaked in predated attire
Secondhand smoking in the fire
Turning tricks that sticks to well
Practiced grand designs

Mimic and shadow of the great divide
Come! I’ll lead you thru this cleansing fire

And if not for what’s inside that mine
At least to track down the crooks
Bent on pantomime

A fine day for a cleansing of the lines
A fine day celebrating in the dark

The grand theology
The day that cannot be
Belied – Derived from tides of ruthless pantomime
Go forth thru blood and fire
Knee deep, never tire
Be warned, deformed old relics of Everscorned
So mimic of the great divide… I’ll lead you thru this cleansing fire
Track Name: Baby Jee and the 3 Stalkers
Three ungrateful swine who drinks the wine
Someone harvested in summertime
Are off to sip the juice straight from the vine
And to cut the fruit from the pie

But to conceal nothing’s naïve in kind
Repaid in bundle and gutted blind
And so the trap is set – the son of Seth
Will slither into dull lullabies

Karma’s just another bitch
Born and bred upon the illwill of some
Malignant sign – like a star in the sky!

Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
They came they saw they conquered all
The shit the flies the mud and straw
Goddamn the god who this infant spawned
Now it’s high time to enslave them all

And since she got away scot free with all the crap
With who in fact put the child ‘neath her skin and fat
Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans
They all did it for a laugh!

So sully the name whenever you will
They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed
Now the fat of the land – The lard of god
Is a bible belt bursting upon

A hell belly full of wrath
Concocted aftermath
Of a super silent God

Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
Came, saw, conquered all
The waste and flies and mud and straw
And damned deed of the silent seeking servants of the spawn

It should’ve been the best plan no one ever had
But in a land of sand where Arabs run mad
This tale was all but a taste of what’s to come

With the slaughter as mortar
Brick by brick to build the order
A ghost from the past
A son, a father and a cast
The birth of a new age
Born from rage

Fee, fi, foe, fum
And by the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked on donkey back
This was comes!

Beware the flying starchild for when in Rome
The slaughter commenced in the manner known well
To a child raised by an old vicious tome
In a damp hole of a home
So sully the name whenever you will
Who can blame the ass who remains alive still
And after all it should’ve been known
It wasn’t even close to be real

Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers learned too well today
That nothing’s in the way
When a foe keeps twisting words you say
Into prayers gone astray
Track Name: The King of the Red
When the great Gods of the Olympus rose
And men gathered to celebrate those
Who never change but who held the reins
All the nations stooped and never cared
Never had guts to spare

King of the Red – The bearded dead
Summon the hordes in boots of led
With bolted doors then off to war
They will forgive in the end, after all it’s for
The rise of another Reich – Hailed and glorified
Yet now, when the game is over
The world is yet again
Astute and able to view with opened eyes
And to condemn them faraway everyday crimes

Put ’im in the box – This Russian fox
With furry chest and gun and ship him off
To hunt the lost
Hiding ‘neath the rainbow
There he will find an answer
Only he is looking for!

King of the Red – The bearded dead
Must stash his mustache – And shoot ‘em dead
With bolted doors then off to war
In the shadow of a self made idiot born
From underneath a wishful thinking
Of a third world war
While pencil pushing at the borders of the law
Now praise the host and raise the cup
In the name of the Gods this will never ever stop

Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red
Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red

King of the Red!
Siberia will await the fox
Open armed to welcome the defender of imperial arts
King of the Red!
This pale war mongerer
Hellbent on walking in the worn torn footsteps of the…
…dead Kings of the Red
Track Name: It Came from the Brain
Now that this séance of mimics’s well on the way
Them purdy girls hellbent to play
A game of keeping hell at bay
But at a prize never worth the pay

Well the monkey see and monkey do
Posing, sobbing martyrs tossing stool
Inhaling all this potent fuel
Still the essence’s lost in seductive rule

It Came from the Brain!
It spawned but wouldn’t slay – Both deaf and dumb
Why they came in the first place it just couldn’t say
It Came from the Brain!

And so the sickling rides this train of thought
Derived derailed and cheaply bought
And while them tits ‘n’ ass still rue the day
There’s still a price I refuse to pay

See this slaughter of all is nothing more
Then but an insult born and delivered whole
To the likes of me and you living for
This fire scoldering the burning soul

It Came from the Brain!
It spawned but wouldn’t slay
Another whim born – Born From the boredom of a brain!
It Came from the Brain!

There below, there in the afterglow
There’s a horned little fella left in the cold

With a mind bent to defile the blind
Now get a sweater and crawl back here
Between the spinal cortex and some of the thoughts today
He’s the benevolent worm thinking words on which I prey

It came from the brain!

Never mind learning the tools of trade
From head to toe in black leather today
But with the skin to show to prove you’re not effeminate in any way
War painted succubus seductive and horrific tart
Infesting invocating hate within the realms of unrelenting art
Track Name: The Grand Theology
Gullible gluttony
Consumes the evolution while peddling,
Bartering unending supplies of lies
And the all-knowing moron
Feeding gladly on the farce
That’s all essentially just make-believe of man

Saintified – A vile cancer infecting the whole
And the cure is the poison that’s free to the soul!
Slick as sin – sweet suicide
Now that it’s time to revive the contemplating of patricide

Yet again – another one dead
Found headlong in the rectory
The sick and old are the last to know
And always first to go
Is there no one here to claim the price
Of a septic death of own device?
When one simple silver coin would suffice

Now what if you were already dead?
Not born from nothing to the inbred line of your ilk
In rhyme and reason never torn, bereft of wit and scorned
Patriarch of the damned

…Now there’s a demon in the midst
How dear its’ death would be to me
And to all of the human breed

But Ha! No…
It begs me for just another dime
Another silver coin for everlasting afterlife
That so in the event of war
Raging from shore to shore
My soul thanks to your wealth
Is to be safely cured

The book of old
First come first serve in the pyre of a virgin birth

Now to pay your dues, to pay your toll
For living in this hole of a home
Where to weigh the weight of your soul
Is but to carry the weight on own
Man’s defeat alone
Here in Rome wrinkled old gnomes
Carve their way thru moldy old tomes

And now to bury the bone
First come first serve in the pyre of unholy worth

And so you squabble in your church
Keep asking God to be the first
To turn the other cheek
To practice what you preach
You’re bound by crimes to canonize the wise

When born never having a choice in life
A nude dude on a cross seems nice
Seems better in the dark and the cold
And when you seek to atone for growing old

One thousand years will pass you by
I promise you will still be dead rotting in the ground
But skin and bones, with our without God

So true ignorance is bliss
It seems to cut and never miss
When the flesh is mushy and the skin is thin
It cuts deeper to pull you in

So… what about to plug the “but”
And store some feces for the lot
See you’re the best at own behest
A crude malignant carven cyst
None here will wield the rod?
None here will stand and walk the walk
A Golgotha for all, when barking mad I precede the fall

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