The Monolith Deathcult - I Spew Thee Out Of My Mouth - 15-year anniversary (Official Video) 2023

While working on the new album (scheduled for autumn/winter 2023), The Monolith Deathcult releases a brilliant 15 year anniversary version of “I Spew Thee Out Of My Mouth”. ► Visit the shop: / ► Stream/Download via your favourite platform: ► Subscribe to the newsletter: ► Check the latest updates: About ’I Spew Thee Out Of My Mouth’: The band states that “releasing this old-skool crooner is the only way to be sure that there will be quality music to fill the gap to our new album.“ So what is new on this version despite the colossal Pro Tools damage control editing? Shiny new guttural grunts from Robin while Michiel visited some speech therapist to accurately pronounce the S like an S and not like a slurred form of parseltongue. Colossal new 128 track orchestrations (including Carsten’s lost mystical triangle which was vetoed in 2007 by the rest of the band) and new thunderous drums by mercenary Frank Schilperoort. Despite blatant sabotage by Human Detonator Records and the endless stream of self-inflicted harm, the Monolith Deathcult became one of the very few Dutch death metal million-streamers with a stunning number of more than 1,400,000 Spotify streams for Fist of Stalin alone. Lyrics: Shrovetide is violated by heathens Nefarious splurges of sin Persuasion is trembling with fever And became a mantra of occult tongues Mankind enclasped Doom He turned his back on God Virtue became ultra-decadence We are all libertines of the damned A Fidei Defensor arises Flogged and whipped from head to foot The body cleansed by self-flagellation Supressed the lust of flesh and blood Night after night grim voices shriek In portentous horror dreams Even though his room was locked But a Seraph comes unseen The bloodstained walls surround him Icons made of Calvary wounds Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin Ill-fated to avert doom Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung I will be again the apple of his eye Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies The man started to cry, hands held to the sky And expected to be purified in flames But the Angel smiled and took the Book And commanded his holy mandate “The Lord foresees thy mother’s advent Into the ranks of Paradise So spare him grief and deep distress And take her worthless life!“ But shall she be refined in Thine holy light? Her spirit will shine will thousand suns Condone my doubt, but who am I? The haranguing priest of the newborn Herod king The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar Night after night his skin was flogged Damn those recurrent dreams Desperately flogging for relief While murmuring blasphemies The bloodstained walls surround him Icons made of Calvary wounds Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin Ill-fated to avert doom Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung I will be again the apple of his eye Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies “Christ, enthroned in highest heavens Hear me crying from the deep For the fateful ones departed For the souls in a Laodicean sleep King of Glory, hear my voice Grant thy Faithful rest, I pray I have sinned, and may not bide it If you mark my steps astray She is Thine, O take her quickly Thou art her hope, O raise her high Ever hoping, ever trusting Unto Thee I strive and cry Let them through thy boundless mercy From all evil be restored Hearken to the voices pleading Of Thy Church, O gracious Lord!“ The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar The man seemed stricken by a thousand bludgeons Penetrating just-healed wounds as foreplay for the storm “So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold I will spew thee out of my mouth.“ (Revelations 3:16) Follow us: #TMDC #ISpewTheeOutOfMyMouth #DeathMetal