Murder Motel

by Dark Century

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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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Track Name: In Our Veins
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
Track Name: Murder Motel
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!
Track Name: Torticolis
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!
Track Name: Ice Breaker
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!
Track Name: Kill the Crowd
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!
Track Name: Dead Birds
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!-
Track Name: Trio du bûcheron
Jambon, Saucisse, Bacon!
Track Name: Cholestérol
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!
Track Name: Chloroforme
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!
Track Name: Mosh Test Dummies
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!
Track Name: Gore on my Snare
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...