Rectal Rift of the Rot Lord

[Verse 1]
Fetid chapel
Tiles slick
Red-black
Chains hum on the rusted rack
You kneel
Pale meat
Spine bent back
Fingers rake you
Like a tomb torn wide
Nails carve scripture in your hide
Open
Pleading
Nowhere to hide (retch!)
[Chorus]
Rectal rift of the Rot Lord
Crown of filth on the altar floor
Taste of copper
Stench of swore oaths
Praise through pain till the spine snaps closed
Rectal rift of the Rot Lord
Split in half for a hungry god
Every thrust is a broken chord
Moan that hymn till your faith runs dry
[Verse 2]
Jaw clenched
Gagged grin
Salt slick
Breath thin
Hipbones bruise on the steel and stone
Every push drives deeper home
Flesh tunnel
Sacred scar
Veins drum like a funeral car
You beg "stop" but the sermon roars
Bent halo scraping the sewered floor
[Bridge]
[Tempo drops to a crawling slam]
Eyes roll back
World turned black
Only pressure
Tearing track (ugh!)
Halo cracks
Spine goes slack
You are nothing but the passage back
[Chorus]
Rectal rift of the Rot Lord
Crown of filth on the altar floor
Taste of copper
Stench of swore oaths
Praise through pain till the spine snaps closed
Rectal rift of the Rot Lord
Split in half for a hungry god
Every thrust is a broken chord
Moan that hymn till your faith runs dry

metal, Brutal deathcore / grind hybrid: down-tuned guitars in G, relentless blast beats spilling into slam breakdowns, guttural and fry screams trading lines. Short, violent sections, sudden tempo drops. Kick-drum-heavy mix, bass grinding with a filthy overdrive, occasional dissonant pinch harmonics. Male vocals, cavernous reverb on lows, dry mids; final breakdown slows to half-time for a crowd-kill moment., death metal, death core