Ortus

by Mortal

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released March 20, 2011

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Callum Montgomery
in his bedroom

Drums/Drum programming By Jim Edwards & Callum Montgomery

All Vocals/lyrics Written and performed by Callum Montgomery
Except: 'dilhole' by James Rippe and 'Bareback Warriors killing unicorns' by Jordan Gray

All guitars written and performed by Callum Montgomery
Except: 'dilhole' written by Jim Edwards performed by Callum Montgomery

Cover Art by Callum Montgomery


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Track Name: Empty
A star that burns so bright
Worlds ravaged to cinder
The creature stalks her prey
Prey

You salt the ground that you once walked
The dreams of life turned to ash
A barren realm is all that left
A vision of truth comes to light

Your tongue a serpent in disguise
Your eyes a gateway to deceit
Your skin a façade for the hollow inside

I hope you fucking die a slow and painful death
You deserve nothing more you shallow fucking slut
You are a disease on this miserable little rock
I hope you fucking die a slow and painful death
Track Name: Sea of Needles
A sea of needles, corruption & filth
Poison chalices, husks of dying men
Depravity of unknown depths
The effects of plain to see
Steel plungers, tainted blood
Mind Blown, body left to rot
Worthless humans, pieces of scum
Brought upon your self, i am contempt

You are worthless

You are scum, dirt

I hope to euthanize your whole filthy kind
You are a stain on my existence, die

A sea of needles, deep waist high
A sea of needles, hope you drown
Track Name: dilhole
This would have the lyrics here if Rippe had written them down and rembered em, but alas that isnt the case, so just have to use your imagination for this one.
Track Name: 094
Primal urges

The urge
94
Watch flesh
Engorge

I wish to fulfill
I pleasure for release

Watching body's on a screen
Mind works wonders for the lust
The act of self masturbation

A simple man desires, needs
Human nature demands, complete
A simple man desires, needs
Human nature demands complete

I wish to fulfill
I pleasure for releases
I wish to fufill
I pleasure for relesase
Track Name: Bareback Warriors killing unicorns
I am exactly with you
My M.O
[You] needn’t know

We are exactly in tune
My M.O
[You] needn’t know
We lay low
Really low

I am exactly on cue
My M.O
[You] needn’t know

We are exactly in tune
My M.O
[You] needn’t know
We lay low
Really low

My inhibitions have bloomed
My M.O
[You] needn’t know

We are attached at the gooch
My M.O
[You] needn’t know
We lay low
Really low

I’ll paint my face with your blood
Pin both your ears to the floor
Recoil and lacerate the femoral
My inhibitions are admittedly a little low

My reservation [is] with you
My reservation [is] with you
My reservation [is] with you
Me or the fall is gonna kill you, whatch’ya gonna do?

I’ll paint my face with your blood
Pin both your ears to the floor
Recoil and lacerate the femoral
My inhibitions are admittedly a little low

I’ll paint my face with your blood
We are exactly without
Too late to battle for a better life
Kill or cooperate, your pettiness is never nice

My reservation [is] with you
My reservation [is] with you
My reservation [is] with you
My reservation [is] with you

Me, or Eeyore, worsened headaches
Pray your life might end at breakfast
Satirize ‘The Great Pretendo’
My Endo My Endo

Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
My Eeyore

Schisms, saddles, picks and fissures
I deserve all your suspicions
Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
Eeyore
Track Name: Gore Porn
I bring the hammer down on to my victim's skull
I watch with pleasure as is penetrates the brain
The twitching eyes as they fold back into the head
The blood flows like a fountain such a sight beheld
I rip the hammer out of the still gaping wound
The lesions makes my blood run red it is a sin
Arousal is not fitting to describe such acts
I move the body over to fulfill my urges

The skin, asunder, my hard cock ploughs on through
A sick and twisted, disgusting creature am
Still twisting, still flinching, the body with each thrust
The pleasure, sensation, is to much to contain

I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound
I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound

The skin, asunder, my hard cock ploughs on through
A sick and twisted, disgusting creature am
Still twisting, still flinching, the body with each thrust
The pleasure, sensation, is to much to contain

I bring the hammer down on to my victim’s skull
I watch with pleasure as is penetrates the brain
The twitching eyes as they fold back into the head
The blood flows like a fountain such a sight beheld

I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound
I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound
I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound
I fuck the wound, I fuck the wound
Track Name: Skin
Black, white, yellow, brown, blue-black
It matters not your skin
A cunt is a cunt no matter what there tone
To take pride in a spec of mass it makes no sense
To take offence because a colour, Ignorance

You choose not where your born
You choose not who your kin
You choose not where conceived
You choose not what your skin

Your pride dose not make you
A better man, a greater person
It gives no right to oppress others
Because they are not the same as you

You choose not where your born
You choose not who your kin
You choose not where conceived
You choose not what your skin

You choose not what your skin
You choose not what your skin
You choose not what your skin

You choose not where your born
You choose not who your kin
You choose not where conceived
You choose not what your skin
Track Name: Ortus
Instrumental
Track Name: Human
Life death no else

We are but worthless peons

We life a life of no meaning
we are but specs of dust
A world one in a billion
A Statistical fluke
A being of no purpose
All else but a lie
Merely particles
Merely chance

There is no god to guide you
There is no plan of existence

Life death no else

Self worth self judged

We are worthless
We are goalless
We are worms

Constrictions of our perceptions
A blind eye to the truth
We are but abomination
We are but abominations

We are worthless
We are goalless
We are worms