In the shadows of the night
Mad doctors lurk out of sight
Slicing flesh with cold precision
Creating monsters with their incisions
Butchery of mad doctors
Blood and gore, no way to stop them
Cries of pain echo in the darkness
Their twisted minds, a never-ending madness
Stitching limbs with twisted glee
Creating horrors for all to see
Their hearts are cold, their souls are black
No mercy shown, no turning back
Their creations rise from the slab
Monstrous creatures, no longer lab rats
With each beat of their putrid hearts
They hunger for blood, tearing worlds apart
Their legacy of terror will remain
The mad doctors' memory never fades
As the blood of their victims stains the ground
Their butchery, a haunting sound.
Gloriously unrelenting, the new black metal masterpiece from Moray uses slashing riffs and searing vocals to tell an unsettling story. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 5, 2023