Although Black Breath is a fairly young band they are quickly becoming everyone's new favorite band. They have absolutely stormed onto the hardcore and metal scene with their unique and uncompromising sound. After gathering a loyal cult following the band took their assault around the USA supporting Trap Them and Victims. Late last year Southern Lord released the very first recordings from Black Breath in the form of the Razor to Oblivion EP. Raw, intense and in your face this EP has created a immense buzz and effectively set up the highly anticipated next move!
For this, their debut full-length the band went into Kurt Ballou's (Converge, Trap Them, Disfear) God City studios in Salem, Massachussets. The end result of those monumental sessions is a recording much darker, heavier and more brutal than anything they have done before. The direction of the album contains many of the punk and hardcore influences that were exhibited on the Razor To Oblivion EP. However, after listening to just five seconds of the albums opening track, "Black Sin (Spit On The Cross)" it's painfully obvious the band has let their Swedish death metal obsession take control! One of the bands strengths is its ability to truly craft a memorable song with hooks that dig into your skull and never let up. This is heavily apparent on the thrashing burner "Children of The Horn".
Not since the mid-eighties when bands like Motörhead, Metallica and Discharge were giving metal heads bangovers has brutality been so infectious. The decidedly more Death Metal direction of Heavy Breathing is a extremely bold move that will definitely set them apart from the rest.
Feast of the Damned
Black Breath Lyrics
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As a jackal to the lamb
Taste the blood of heaven
As it drips down your skin
Eat your fill my children
Feed the hunger that demands
My flesh cannot go to waste
Consume the son of man
Feast of the damned
Devouring the body
Drink the blood
From the hands
Desecrate my body
The ritual demands
Lap the wounds of my flesh
For a dog cannot sin
Use your teeth and your claws
Strip clean flesh from bone
All things are defiled
So are these sacred words
Feast of the damned
Devouring the body
Drink the blood
From the hands
My flesh...
My blood...
Your skin...
Feast of the damned
The lyrics of Black Breath’s “Feast of the Damned” are deeply disturbing and violent, depicting a grisly scene of cannibalism and blasphemy. The first verse describes a figure calling out to their “children” to consume the “blood of heaven” and to eat their fill, demanding that their flesh cannot go to waste. This can be interpreted as a twisted perversion of Christian imagery, with the figure taking on the role of a demonic figure, luring in followers with promises of spiritual sustenance through violent means.
The second verse adds to this imagery by describing a ritual of desecration, with the followers using their teeth and claws to consume the figure’s body, which they see as “defiled” yet still “sacred.” The repetition of the phrase “Feast of the Damned” serves as a kind of mantra, emphasizing the twisted pleasure and sinful excess of the ritual.
Line by Line Meaning
Come to me my children
I ask my followers to come to me.
As a jackal to the lamb
Like a predator hunting prey, I beckon you towards me.
Taste the blood of heaven
Experience divinity by tasting the heavenly liquid.
As it drips down your skin
Feel the blood trickle down your skin as you savor it.
Eat your fill my children
Indulge to your contentment, my loyal subjects.
Feed the hunger that demands
Satisfy the thirst and hunger that motivates your devotion.
My flesh cannot go to waste
My flesh has value and must be consumed by you.
Consume the son of man
Eat my flesh in the image of the son of man.
Feast of the damned
A celebration of the cursed souls.
Devouring the body
Forcibly consuming the flesh.
Drink the blood
Consume the liquid of the body.
From the hands
From the source of the body that bears the marks of my crucifixion.
Desecrate my body
Defile my body beyond man's laws and morality.
The ritual demands
The celebration necessitates following specific rites and practices.
Lap the wounds of my flesh
Drink the blood that flows from the wounds that I bore on my flesh.
For a dog cannot sin
Animals lack consciousness of sin, so their actions have no moral significance.
Use your teeth and your claws
Rip apart the flesh using your primal inclinations.
Strip clean flesh from bone
Remove the flesh from the bone and consume it all.
All things are defiled
Everything is tainted and unclean.
So are these sacred words
Even these holy words of worship are unclean and corrupted.
My flesh...
My physical body...
My blood...
The liquid that runs through my veins...
Your skin...
Your body...
Feast of the damned
The celebration and consumption of the cursed.
Contributed by Nathan J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Whang!
Fuck, this song is beast
JohnsNightmares
Huh neat
Carlos Zagal
wow a wild Whang appeared
Mitchery
What the hell are you doing here? 🤔
SugaryHull
It's an unholy mix of Entombed and Repulsion! 🤘
Pumero Di Modena
That beginning wow
SkeetSystem
@Arthur Juster The backmasking or the breakdown? It comes back at ~2:35...
And I know a lot of bands got shit for being "Entombedcore" but it's nice to hear little easter eggs like the intro to let you know they know their roots at least.
Marcin N.
^You mean Immortal Rites song, right?
htepo
altairs of madness, morbid angel
Arthur Juster
yeah shame it doesn't last