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Transparent & Murmur Filled
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Metal formed from punk and black melodies.
metal gothic dark death black
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The underbelly of persecution is the damp and foul scent of Death/Doom/Black and Classic Metal.
Three musicians that shared the same vision of bringing a distinctive band to the underground metal community conceived Her Rotting Ways in Niles, MI during the fall of 2004. Influenced by Death/Black/Thrash and Doom Metal, Her Rotting Ways combines these and a melodic sense of violence to construct one of the more original sounding bands within their genre. The ever-changing riff exchange between guitar, bass and drums keeps the listeners busy before the onslaught of sheer vocal terror rings the ears. Intermittent melodies and soaring guitar solos share center stage with the darkened shroud Her Rotting Ways casts abroad, seducing the audience with its succubus-like tendencies. The bands name symbolizes the positive and negative sides of what some say to be the most powerful and influential being known to man.Woman. The demise of Liberty standing on the New York Harbor, the wicked winds of change redesigning our landscape compliments of Mother Nature, the scars left behind from a love once lost, or the simple seduction from the innocent beauty all women possess can describe what we now call Her Rotting Ways. DOWNLOAD ALL SONGS FOR FREE!!
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Peak #357
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Matt Hitt
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Her Rotting Music
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January 20, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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TRANSPARENT AND MURMER FILLED The end of whats for sale Mother sets us up to fail Semen stained these lips that kiss….. Pretentious! After all that’s said Mother lays me down to bed Touching ribs and sucking pricks…..Perceptions! The sheets now stained in piss The worlds become my hearts mistress Seeping sores complete thy…..Copulation! The afterbirth removed The symptoms of your work improved The crutches kicked from soldiers standing…..Backwards!! AND EVERYTIME WE FALL- FOR THE CRISIS IN YOU… ON THE BELLIES THAT WE CRAWL- TO THE CORNERS OUR BACKS TO…. --MY HANDS ARE TIED— --THESE FEET REMAIN— --THESE BANDAGED EYES!!!!
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