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Ezekiel's Hags

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Southern California's SEVEN SISTERS OF SLEEP unveil their Relapse Records debut 'Ezekiel's Hags', a venomous mixture of doom, death metal, black metal, d-beat and grind. Recorded with engineer Paul Miner (Motorhead, Terror, Phobia), 'Ezekiel's Hags' is 11 relentless songs that beat the listener into oblivion. Unquestionably SSOS's heaviest material to date and chock full of tortured vocals, gigantic riffs, and thunderous drums, this is music as vile as it can be.

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released February 5, 2016

2016 Relapse Records
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Southern California's SEVEN SISTERS OF SLEEP (SSOS) formed in mid-2009 from members of Tafkata and The Arm and Sword Of A Bastard God. Mixing components of doom, death metal, black metal, d-beat, grind, etc, SSOS are not content with fitting into one genre or subgenre. In general, SSOS write music that encompasses all the forms of heavy music that have influenced them over the years. ... more

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Track Name: Jones
Barren wasteland, caught inside a triangle of hard luck.
Do as the master, not requests but demands.
Master leader murderous.
Brother Jones and a breathless witness.
Duct tape muffled cries, desert sun enters eyes.
Do as the master, not requests but demands.
Master leader, brother Jones and a breathless witness.
No rest.
No regeneration.
No fucking witness.
Track Name: Denounce
Delusional Bar-jona.
Cosmology, there must have been a time no physical thing exist.
The unwilling argue, bury their heads in the fucking sand. Growing tired of them shifting the burden.
Growing so fucking tired.
They try to transfer the burden of proof. Waste this world for the next. Dying for a life with an incestuous ghost that no man can fucking see.
Answering with a riddle.
They build a palace, on hollow ground.
Growing tired of them shifting the burden.
Growing so tired.
They try to transfer the burden of proof.
A professorship of theology has no place in our institution.
Prove his existence or denounce allegiance.
Prove his existence or denounce.
Track Name: Gutter
Aimless wanderer.
Thoughts of a deviant, with the eyes of a corpse.
Dawn is upon me.
Contemplation.
Teeth grinding to dust.
Gutter blood and rust.
Dawn is upon us.
Teeth are grinding to dust.
Faceless beings, they receive the words of confusion.
The wanderer speaks no truth.
Ask not, only gaze upon.
Terrestrial, with the mark.
Drifting on drifting on.
The wanderer speaks no truth.
Ask not, only gaze upon.
Chasing around every corner.
Finding nothing, nothing but a house of mirrors.
Aimless, hopeless, hopeless drifter.
The lifetime drifter.
The aimless wanderer becomes a lifetime drifter.
Lifelong lifetime.
Now the mind of a deviant remaining with the eyes of the corpse.
Track Name: Plateau
On bloodied knees, awaiting arrival of a dream.
Indoctrinated.
Fall in line with a cult of whores.
All life’s chances have faded.
Winchester doors.
Dead end, sweeping water.
Lifelong hallucination handed down from your father.
Dead fucking end.
Stay busy sweeping water.
Lifelong deception handed down from your father.
Rising from their knees.
Awaiting.
Hold your breath.
The rise of a fallen star won’t come.
Serpent is begging us to sing his song.
They stand on shoulders, we’re growing colder.
Witness the myth to become dead and gone.
Track Name: Brother's River
Guided down the coldest path, led by the dark hand.
Black hand of the maker.
On the riverbed.
Innocence falls victim.
Only memory, memory of betrayal.
The riverbed spares no one.
If the circumstances changed the boys would be living as bastards.
The riverbed is the devil.
Innocence falls victim to neglect.
The only memory is one of expiration.
Receiving a gift, only to have it stripped from his youthful hands.
Giver of life, dealer of death.
Track Name: Prey
Omnipotence in question.
Is it willingness but no ability?
Or ability without willingness?
They bow and wait, he points and laughs.
Thou shalt not trust in a dying mind.
He preys on the vulnerable.
He knows mankind is weak and foolish.
Reign with the Sisters.
Conquer the chosen masses.
Deconversion.
Adopt his lack of mercy.
Pay no mind.
We’ll point and laugh while man’s construct rots and decays.
Thou shalt not trust in a dying mind.
Written in design, man’s construct decays.
Never trust in a dying mind.
Track Name: Third Season
The land has to die in the third season for the village to flourish.
The self-sufficient tribe.
Following the framework that has stood the test of time.
Consume the shaman’s bounty.
Escape world enter mind.
Emanating and entangled nature’s death and resurrection.
Melting in a warm field.
Trees accompany us everywhere.
Track Name: Sacred Prostitute
Serving its purpose.
Fertilizing the ground.
Magush lamentation.
Ezekiel’s witches to canopy.
Antagonism.
Fascination sorceress.
The eye of growth brings the fungal cross.
Consumption at maturity.
Trapped in a wormhole.
Pattern clouded eyes.
Consumption at maturity.
Only seeing nothing but light.
Harvesting light in its purest form.
Fuck your cross, I’ll eat this one.
Track Name: Ud-Nun
Thunder, the deafening sound.
Ud-nun, brings the creation.
Son of nothing, invisible god.
Dirt womb, don’t hear a word.
Dirt womb, born from shit.
Ud-nun to give us sight.
Dirt womb, thank not a god.
Ud-nun worship crop.
Grown from the storm, phoenix spreading seed.
Nature’s fruit.
Credit not to their father.
Worship the crop, warships to the temples.
Thunder, Ud-nun, son of nothing, son of none.
Track Name: War Master
We have devised a mission of earth.
Shut off the lights and move slow, crawl pace on the holy land.
The militia is coming.
Move slow alarm no one.
Armed with two weapons: sympathy for the future and hatred for the past. We have come to destroy the door.
We have come to devirginize.
We have come to shine the light on the whore.
We have fucking come to put to bed the lies.