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Murder Motel

by Dark Century

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1.
In Our Veins 03:06
This is what you get when you play the star You rule the crowd and they keep giving more Power, energy. Wild desires! Giving us the force that will flow... This is all you should breathe. For us you should bleed And it's all in our veins: Pure Blood-Mixed Metal! In Our Veins! In Our Veins! Adrenaline! In Our Veins Alcohol! In Our Veins Violence to kill weakness among you all! In Our Veins! Flames burning all to ashes Damaging, soaring high above Screams pierce your ears like warcries! In Our Veins! In Our Veins! Adrenaline! In Our Veins Alcohol! In Our Veins! We will crush all resistance Crushing all competition And rise as the strongest alive! Forget your generic sound. Declining, spiralling down Your weak trend shall die! And we are the ones taking over! In Our Veins It's all In Our Veins
2.
Murder Motel 04:11
Bodybags lying a bit everywhere Blood streaks leading to nowhere My eyes turn red at what I see I want a room, please gimme the keys Sledgehammer holes in the wall Bloody hatchet stuck in the ceiling Splattered brains on the mirror This killer's got a sense of humour Jump in my nightmare C'mon pussy are you scared? This is the place to be Gore-organs for free Eaten liver. Syphoning a bladder This makes ones brains' shatter! Bloody splatter, heart out to the gutter Piece by piece you're a goner! Jump in my nightmare C'mon pussy are you scared? This is the place to be! I can hear the chainsaws in the backyard And gun shots on the street's corner For sure I'm next on the list Sure hope so, or I'll be pissed! I'd like to witness a li'l bit 'o murder My motel dream, a nightmare it seems? I bet you someone's getting cut up backyard Better hurry for a fresh piece of meat Jump in my nightmare C'mon pussy are you scared? This is the place to be Gore-organs for free Eaten liver. Syphoning a bladder This makes ones brains' shatter! Bloody splatter, heart out to the gutter Piece by piece you're a goner! Jump in my nightmare C'mon pussy are you scared? This is the place to be! The place to be! Murder Motel Die at the sound of the bell... Murder Motel Death reaps when the clock strikes twelve! Murder Motel Die at the sound of the bell... Murder Motel Death reaps when the clock strikes twelve!
3.
Torticolis 04:34
As-tu déjà eu mal au cou? Tellement qu'tu n'pouvais plus mosher? C'est là qu'tu t'es fait ramasser Coude dans la face Genoux dans l'ventre T'as fait le tour du bar Moppant tout l'plancher À terre Ta mère Riait d'toi qui s'fesait barouetter! Torticolis! Sans regretter l'prix du billet du show Sachant que ça l'allait sûrement brasser en criss Tête première dans l'MOSH let's go Mon p'tit pit'- Attache ta tuque T'aura jamais vu un thrash comme ca! Un coup d'poing dans la face Tes bottes qui fly dans les airs! Oublie pas d'aller voir ta mère... Ta mère! D'la bière! À'soir ça va faire mal Ça m'en prends pour atténuer la douleur Cale-ça! Pas l'temps d'niaiser Dépêche-toi, y faut r'tourner MOSHER! D'la bière! Cale-ça! Pas l'temps d'niaiser Dépêche-toi! y faut r'tourner MOSHER! Torticolis! As-tu déjà eu mal au cou? Tellement qu'tu n'pouvais plus mosher? C'est la qu'tu t'es fait ramasser Coude dans la face Genoux dans l'ventre T'as fait le tour du bar Moppant tout l'plancher À terre Ta mère Riait d'toi qui s'fesait barouetter! Torticolis! Sans regretter l'prix du billet du show Sachant que ça l'allait sûrement brasser en criss Tête première dans l'MOSH let's go Mon p'tit pit'- Attache ta tuque T'aura jamais vu un thrash comme ca... T'es laissé là, les bras cassés Tu n'peux plus bouger, les jambes brisées... Ta face - Défigurée! Mais où sont tes bottes préférées? Ton linge est en milles morceaux Et à ta tête tu n'as qu'une question: "Voyons donc, c'qui s'est passé?" "Pourquoi est-ce que j'ai mal au cou?" Torticolis! Torticolis, Torti-Câlice!
4.
Ice Breaker 01:26
Do you want to see something swell? Do you spit or swallow? The band is ready to buy you some drinks Or do you just want the money instead? Drinks? Or money? How many beers to get you naughty? Get ready for our ice-breakin' lines We've got the best stuff that sells in town Mothers, watch out for when we go through your city We want your daughters, and we want you mothers too "Excuse me, do you have the time?" You ask... And that's when I say, "Do you have the energy?" Would you like to go out for dinner? You'll be served creamy saussage Hey babe, wanna get lucky? Say mother, want another? That dress would look great on the floor next to my bed! Daughters and Mothers, this song has got to be our best Icebreaker!
5.
Go! Here's a song to die to Head first, thrash-out in the pit In the MOSH, you'll die soon How 'bout a shot of violence? Unrelenting attacks crack through Silence breaks and snaps in two Bodies! Fly! High! All are split in half This is fukking good metal Don't just stand there! Thrash around! I'm eager to smash your face in the crowd! Die! High!how 'bout a little death? Our Killings tend to get brutal! Silence breaks and snaps in two Yeah! Oh shit, we'll Kill The Crowd with this next goddamn riff Death reaps the show But no one seems to care The pit seems to grow Good! More heads to blow Here's a song to die to Head first, thrash-out in the pit In the MOSH, you'll die soon How 'bout a shot of violence? Head bang until you die Smash your neighbor until he cries Your breath stinks like a hobo And you will die with this solo Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! We'll kill you all! My! Eye! Sight! Drools in awe All the people I can kill... Stand here before me! Here comes forth the army! Kill!
6.
Dead Birds 03:36
Under the searing heat of the sun Dead Birds feed on the living Creating armies of Mosh Beat Attackers Zombies march on! Thrash on! Easy to manipulate, devoid of will they mosh Crunching in your spines and bones, Zombies feeding on you... FEED ON THE LIVING! FEED ON THE LIVING! FEED ON THE LIVING! Dead Birds are coming for you! FEED ON THE LIVING! Dead and still walking... Partly dismembered, your hunger is king Brains. Brains. Obey the Birds' call In a Dead world they fly and attack Undead wings for this Dark Century Defaced, and needing salvation Find a fresh body, and eat all its flesh What's cooking for supper? A head on a platter With a pint of beer, squeezed-out of a liver! Under the blazing rays of the sun Beware... In flocks they'll come... Gouging your eyes! Easy to manipulate, devoid of will they mosh Crunching in your spines and bones, Zombies feeding on you... Under the searing heat of the sun Dead Birds feed on the living Creating armies of Mosh Beat Attackers Zombies march on! Thrash on! Easy to manipulate, devoid of will they mosh Crunching in your spines and bones, Zombies feeding on you... FEED ON THE LIVING! FEED ON THE LIVING! FEED ON THE LIVING! Dead Birds are coming for you! FEED ON THE LIVING! Dead and still walking... Come on over, die at the front lines!-
7.
Jambon, Saucisse, Bacon!
8.
Cholestérol 03:13
Rage! Rage! J'sent qu'j'vais exploser right là, tasses-toé Si tu restes là, t'pourra pas survivre Le prix du bacon a encore monté Là j'ai envie d'tout pèter! Rage! Gras! Criss! J'veux pas m'endetter. J'sais où qu'ça va m'mener J'ai faim. Mon bacon est précieux, j'peux plus résister mon envie Let's go! J'vide mon compte de banque pis j'm'en achète toute une bunch "Oh oui oui oui Viens ici'tte qu'j'te cuit mon p'tit cochon." Mosh de jambons! Osti! L'proprio m'call. C'est l'temps d'payer le loyer "Va chier! Du porc ou la mort? J'ai fait mon choix. Arranges-toé, Aurevoir. Moi j'sort!" Rage! J'sent qu'j'vais exploser right là, tasses-toé Si tu restes là, t'pourra pas survivre Le prix du bacon a encore monté Là j'ai envie d'tout pèter! "Oh oui oui oui Viens ici'tte qu'j'te cuit mon p'tit cochon." Mosh de jambons! Rage! Gras! "Oh oui oui oui Viens ici'tte qu'j'te cuit mon p'tit cochon." Mosh de jambons!
9.
Chloroforme 03:18
Nos idées ne nous appartiennent plus On se fait dicter notre vie Sommes-nous tous lâches ainsi? Quand allons-nous nous révolter? Je déclare la loi du bacon! Que les vegans ne nous fassent plus chier Enlevez ce chloroforme sous nos nez Nous n'avalerons pas ton plan de salade! Méchante gang d'maudits malades! Pour ceux qui veulent nous dire quoi faire Pour tous ceux qui veulent nous hypnotiser Nous vous répondons, coup de poing au nez Aucune societé ne dictera nos choix! Bacon! Métal! Alcool! Violence! Je déclare la loi du bacon! Que les vegans ne nous fassent plus chier Enlevez ce chloroforme sous nos nez Nous n'avalerons pas ton plan de salade! Bacon! Métal! Alcool! Violence! Une nation, De cochons! Uniforme, Sans chloroforme! Je déclare la loi du bacon! Que les vegans ne nous fassent plus chier Du chloroforme sous forme de subterfuge Pour nous aveugler, pour nous arnaquer! Une nation, De cochons! Uniforme, Sans chloroforme! Une nation sans chloroforme!
10.
Crushing all your bones You will be my lunch Don't fart 'cause it'll drain you So keep your flavor inside Kick them bodies, are they alive? Look up now, your friends are hanged Come on to the gore. Let's party! Become my dummy, for my new chainsaw Come on to the gore. Let's party with me! I’ll have no mercy! See my new chainsaw? Walk over the flesh Do you admire my work? (For) what lays on the juicy floor (Are) body parts to devour! Crushing all your bones You will be my lunch Don't fart 'cause it'll drain you So keep your flavor inside Spilled-down bodies, no one's alive. Look on the floor, your friends are dead Come on to the gore. Let's party! Become my dummy, for my new chainsaw! Moshed body, Mosh! The rest will be my lunch Moshed body, Mosh! I want to hear some crunch Mosh Test Dummies! Mosh Test Dummies! Mosh Test Dummies! Mosh Test Dummies! In a pile of flesh Admirable pieces of work All on the juicy floor Your body parts and gore Spilled-down bodies, no one's alive. Look on the floor, your friends are dead Come on to the gore. Let's party with me! I’ll have no mercy! Become my dummy! Come on to the gore... Become my dummy... In a pile of flesh Admirable pieces of work (For) what lays on the juicy floor Your body parts and gore!
11.
Gore On My Snare! Gore falling off of my face! Blood dripping... Criss cul fukk cul criss?!?! Playin' the show Just can't let go Splashes of red flashin' on Guys, wait up! My arms are fukked up What the fukk? 'Cause there's blood on my snare Stop the song my arms are bleedin' out! Dying live before your eyes! (Un)holy fukkin' shit this is fukkin' fast Hurry up, my legs are falling off Grinding, blasting my life away Please make it stop! I cannot go on Red stains my kit And I think, I'm gonna die... Scream for me! For my Death My blood in exchange of your screams Dying for Heavy Metal! Never thought I'd end this way For my buddies I'll die today This' fukkin' stupid And totally uncalled for Oh well... I'll make the best out of it Blast away! Since I'm bleeding Might as well bleed the rest Impaled by drum sticks I'm taking you to hell with me! Ain't dyin' alone... Here comes my gore-gushing bass drums of war! Fade away! Fainting now! Blood gushing out! Completely Bled out! Blood & Gore on the stage... Blood & Gore...

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released April 18, 2014

Produced by : Martin Gendreau & Chistian Donaldson

Recorded, Edited, Mixed and Mastered at :
Garage Studio, Montréal, Qc
by Christian Donaldson.

Instrumentation Credits :
Leather King : Vocals
Steve Burns : Drums
Francis Lafrenière : Bass
Erik Fernet-Evans : Guitars solo
Martin Gendreau : Guitars

Guitar solo ‘Kill the Crowd’ was composed by Eric Duranleau.
Played and recorded by Erik Fernet-Evans.

Guitar solo ‘Murder Motel’ fading section only by : Christian Donaldson

Vocals Crew ‘Mosh Test Dummies’ and ‘Kill the Crowd’ by :
Erik Fernet-Evans, Christopher Evans, Michel Castonguay-Boucher,
Leather King, Christian Donaldson and Martin Gendreau.

All songs lyrics by : Leather King
All music written by: Martin Gendreau
Art Direction by : Martin Gendreau
Illustrations and Artwork by : Martin Gendreau
Cover Photography by : Martin Gendreau

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Dark Century Montréal, Québec

Aggressive, heavy, bloody and just as importantly, filled with trans fats and cholesterol, Montreal’s metal five-piece Dark Century welds together death, thrash, grind and hardcore, striving to always stay fresh.

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