Pasung

by Beldam

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    Pasung is Beldam's second release with HPGD Productions and third record as a band. Pasung was recorded at The Bomb Shelter in Nashville, TN. The record was engineered and mastered by Drew Carroll who handled the same duties on our first release, 5 Song Demo. The CD comes with a gatefold card with all album art by Stephen Kasner.

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1.
With the ill intent of man I cultivate malignancy of tinctured kind Deceptive arrest of wanted prey The lurking urges to control one’s realm Coerced by depravity and death I pawn the orchid of one’s last breath Without failure, it shall captivate life’s will Carving out existence with no trace left in sight The liquid embracing your cadaver Localizing all vital organs and devour You feel frail But from no where Given unknowing end Fruition into despair Consumed swiftly by my cancerous elixir Deprived of time in this world It’s my delight to provide patrons Expedite one’s lowering into the ground Kill your time On this plain Of existence Putrid intent My assistance Your derision Toxic Ways They decay From the inside Deteriorate Eradicate From their vessel It’s your time With the ill intent of man I cultivate malignancy of tinctured kind Deceptive arrest of wanted prey The lurking urges to control one’s end
2.
Suffocating, but yet I’m not dying Bellowing out horrible screams but taking on water Trapped in this terrible place, clenched down my chain and anvil Denounced a witched, which truthfully I am No death to be taken, endless torment I am forsaken Drowning eternally, to suffer all time Forever swelling malignant levels of water Intestines and lungs, writhing in pain X2 I live this sentence, at the bottom of the lake Trapped inside a decaying body that will not rest As time passes, the more I shall waste But my soul lives on with this wretched fate Casted out for the secrecy of my mystical ways A judgment from a zealous lords cries My sanity, losing grip of it all Will to live, existence of thee, but I will not die The cruelty of this destiny, I have been forsworn to a paradoxical endless death My body continues to deteriorate, but my soul refuses to tarry, so I live on Choking, drowning, molting, intestinal failure, nothing a mortal could live to suffer I Won’t Die Release me from immortal End This Life Existence means nothing Swelling in agony, this torture undeserved Begging for termination, but no one to reach My undead identity, my unfathomable fatality No peace to be had, no rest or bereavement await X2 I Won’t Die Release me from immortal End This Life Existence means nothing
3.
Awaken Drenched in blood Fingers Covered in guts Arms are Dripping in ooze Flesh is Torn from stretch marks My nails Ripped out and missing What has ….. Transpired this night It comes back to me, this rush in my head Viciously I tear through, their bodies a pulpy mess Murderous impulse, no second thought I wretch My tooth and claw will sever, their limbs from end to end Reflecting on these frenzies, I notice the lunar figure The unholy shapeshifting, I let out a piercing a howl My skin falls off Peeled back by fur Fang and claw bore out My true form shown, let it be known, the lycanthrope is here Its horrid gaze, it appears from haze, malevolently it will graze The night air still, now filled with offal, putrid stench of death These corpses lay, lifeless they decay, Flowing the streets with red It comes back to me, this rush in my head Viciously I tear through, their bodies a pulpy mess Murderous impulse, no second thought I wretch I revert my state, recoil my hate, reduced back to mere flesh and bone Awaken Drenched in blood Fingers Covered in guts Arms are Dripping in ooze Flesh is Torn from stretch marks My nails Ripped out and missing I know What these signs are I love The nightly feastings The adrenaline kicks in, lurking within, my primal urges Viciously I tear through, their bodies a pulpy mess Murderous impulse, no second thought I wretch My tooth and claw will sever, your life has come to an end
4.
Kept away, a treasured toy of flesh Abducted subject, drugged and stowed One of many mares in this perverse race Held captive, confined to stalls Suspended helpless to his calls Fatten he does, all his prey Curvaceous lust, to sickening end Molested till their butchered To satiate his cravings I await my nightmares, and their end Plea for my releasing slaughtering Kept away, a treasured toy of flesh Abducted subject, drugged and stowed One of many mares in this perverse race Held captive, confined to stalls Suspended helpless to his calls This cycle must end, I cannot remain cattle of deviance and feed All these, helpless women, stolen away, force fed an empty existence of servitude To exist only as a vessel of orifice, raped till tenderized for convection Just another one from the stables and his countless broodmares This sentence lingers on, stricken by fright, fear, guilt and shame Forgotten and hidden, branded to suffer forbidden, unspeakable atrocities To exist only as a vessel of orifice, raped till tenderized for convection Just another one from the stables and his countless broodmares Hysterical I wait… for eternal rest Endless torment … to endure before My violent release … to join his slaughtered sweets Sleepless to his return… insidious, hooking worm Hysterical I wait… for eternal rest Endless torment … to endure before My violent release … to join his slaughtered sweets Sleepless to his return… insidious, hooking worm Terrors in my eyes as he enters Where he consummates his heresy A muffled choir, begging melodies of silent horror As each takes their steer Straddled, filled and broken Stripped, bleed and gutted Panic and joy wave over me As his degrading hands take hold of me Fear and wonderment as it continues No pleasure in this life, dying for closure Delighted in death but writhing in pain Stab after stab, as the viscera begins to spray My blood and my organs sprawled out on display Soon I’ll be served for his next prey
5.
Malignancy clings to the air A dense fog of death to swell Captivates its audience speechless Lifeless they fall in its midst The pathogen that plagues these lands Has arrested countless victims of their lives Littered streets fruitful with the dead Leaving sustenance for the vermin and crows Cancerous our nature has become Hosts of its deviance roam in all forms Helpless mortals left to die Poisoned unknowingly by those who feast On their fallen kin in its wake Their last breathe was their first mistake The pathogen that plagues these lands Has arrested countless victims of their lives Littered streets fruitful with the dead Leaving sustenance for the vermin and crows Their ravenous feasting grows even closer The abscesses begin to grow Pustule nodes of filth Decay ensues even in life Inside out necrosis Your cryptic existence Now fleeting this instance Coughing on blood endlessly You will not die mercifully Feel as your vital organs give way No use in your meager prays to god X2 Witness the lifeless one’s desecration Life’s ebb cannot save them from torment Sanctity slaughtered, souls forever discarded Mutilated beyond recognition post extermination Now the masses heap in catastrophic displays of bodies The aroma of the rotting stench triggers their primal thirst Descending on their decaying prey, rending slain Tearing up the dermis, obliterate the inner workings X2 The carnivorous vultures continue with insatiable hunger Only bones and cartilage remain of all you’ve known X2 Malignancy clings to the air A dense fog of death to swell Captivates its audience speechless Lifeless they fall in its midst No Reprieve Scavengers crave carrion and shallow grave
6.
Black clouds roil in my mind Can’t you see, it is here? Consume my will, to drag onward It has come, the end of days My soul fails, cannot repent Take my life, swallow this vessel Relieve me from this pain Send me from this plain Deter all my disdain The void is what I gain No longer pleasure to obtain Existence I must now abstain The impulsions begin to flow within, bringing me to the edge An unrelenting storm of depravity and pent up rage These thoughts manifest inside, writhing around in my head Cultivating an array of darkness and desire to end this Feeling an impenetrable level emptiness Plunging into a realm of unfathomable misery and coldness Languishing in all sorrow, worries and exasperated distress Why can’t I find a sense of peace and happiness? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? These thoughts manifest inside, writhing around in my head Cultivating an array of darkness and desire to end this Feeling an impenetrable level emptiness and no one to confide in Plunging into a realm of unfathomable misery and coldness Languishing in all sorrow, worries and exasperated distress Why can’t I find a sense of peace and happiness? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What makes a man feel like this? What have I lost? What causes this immeasurable pain? What have I done? What would make life end like this? That which consumes you

about

Released on HPGD Productions on 01/26/2018. Pasung was recorded April 5-7, 2017 with additional tracking and bass re-recording on August 31 and September 1, 2017. Pasung was engineered and mastered by Drew Carroll at The Bomb Shelter in Nashville, TN. Album art by Stephen Kasner. All songs by Beldam.

Pasung is Beldam’s second release with Horror Pain Gore Death Productions and their first with new vocalist/lyricist, Randall Guidry. The doom/sludge titans have recently relocated to Seattle, continuing to play skull crushing, soul wrenching, paint peeling sludge with blackened touches. Beldam combines a massive wall of guitars, thickened bass tones, bone rattling drums and harsh vocals featuring lyrics building on the theme of death and despair. Pasung clocks in at 50 minutes of pure unadulterated American sludge.

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"This is genius and nothing less!"-- Doomed and Stoned

"Beldam‘s brand of sludge metal is about as punishing and nihilistic as the genre comes."--Decibel Magazine

"‘Pasung’ is a record that should not be lost or ignored, but raised on a filth encrusted pedestal as a monument, and a warning, to those who follow."--The Killchain Blog

"With Beldam’s second release, they have taken doom metal to new heights and crafted an underground gem which will survive as an early contender for album of the year."--Metal Utopia

"These guys from Seattle are really good at what they do. I would recommend anyone who loves the Doom Metal genre or someone who is looking for a new band to get into, to go and check out Beldam"--Project Metal Music

"Don’t be afraid to jump in the deep end of the sludge pool with Pasung. There’s plenty of room, and the water’s fine!"--SkullsNBones

"These are songs that equate to nightmarish visions of death, doom and despair and Pasung is the kind of album designed to traumatise even the hardiest of metaller!"--Worship Metal

"Brilliant stuff though, held up even better over repeat listening."--Grizzly Butts

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released January 26, 2018

Randall Guidry: vocals/lyrics
Grahm Reynolds: guitars and bass (with the exception of bass on "One from the Stable")
Cullen Wade: drums

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Salt Lake City, UT based Sludge/Doom titans. Currently signed with Horror Pain Gore Death Productions. "Pasung"available now on Bandcamp for digital download or CD.

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