Displeasures of the Flesh (rough demo mix)
A blast of grinding doom metal for the masses.
The band is an attempt to mix much old-school attitude with as much piss, vinegar and humor as possible - though being serious as death at times. Rampage is Ra
We are Rampage! No one genre in metal or word can be used to describe what we do other than "old-school". We've studied all the masters and we're busy challenging a legacy Vic has built on the back of three LP's in a row!
We're just making the joyful sounds of death until the shithole burns down around us!
DESTROY YOURSELF FOR SATAN!
Lord Vic and Aerik Von
Story behind the song
Written about various addictions and self-destructions. The music is inspired by Black Sabbath, Pentagram and other doom-rockers of the 70's. Put the two together, you get "Displeasures of the Flesh".
Lyrics
I’m living under the signs
They’re of a time gone by
…there is nothing left for me
I’ve done every drug
I preyed like a thug
…I took your daughter - made her bleed
It was her first time
It was almost a crime
…but I had nothing better to do
I’ve retired the game
But it comes screaming again
…And I’m tortured with thoughts of you
We are here to serve you the displeasures of the flesh
From ecstasy to horror in every waiting breath
There is one thousand bottles - but not a drop to drink
You’ve had it all so many times it starts to make you sick
The lust becomes compulsion and soon no longer feeds
The needle went from heaven to just another need
You can have it all, but you can never be without
It seems just like heaven, if lost a little south…
These are the displeasures of the flesh…
I’m just a physical wreck
That is out of his head
…rotting from the inside out
I’m like a ravenous beast
I’m burning in heat
Consumed by time and doubt
…how the hourglass runs
Let me have all my fun
...before this shit-hole burns to the ground
But now I’m down here
and nothing is clear
Except I’m done but I can’t do without
We are here to serve you the displeasures of the flesh
From ecstasy to horror in every waiting breath
There is one thousand bottles - but not a drop to drink
You’ve had it all so many times it starts to make you sick
The lust becomes compulsion and soon no longer feeds
The needle went from heaven to just another need
You can have it all, but you can never be without
It seems just like heaven, if lost a little south…
These are the displeasures of the flesh…
Suck it, fuck it, drink it, smoke it
The hunger never ends though the taste goes sour
Eat it, hunt it, shoot it, steal it
The hunger never ends on this witching hour
Live it, lie it, make it, buy it
There is never enough to now satisfy
Kill it, choke it, chain it, broke it
I no longer want it now that it’s mine
We are here to serve you the displeasures of the flesh
From ecstasy to horror in every waiting breath
There is one thousand bottles - but not a drop to drink
You’ve had it all so many times it starts to make you sick
The lust becomes compulsion and soon no longer feeds
The needle went from heaven to just another need
You can have it all, but you can never be without
It seems just like heaven, if lost a little south…
These are the displeasures of the flesh…
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