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Oppression

by Necropanther

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1.
The Train 01:51
The Train Wakened by wrenching pain Dazed, blurry on the train. In shadows nowhere bent, Covered in excrement. Vomit from pain and stench, Crammed amongst wretched men. Cruel faces in the dark. Door flies wide, voices bark as The train comes to a stop. Hard faced, hard club swinging Guards grasp, wrench and harass, All thrust past barbed wire gates. Blows to head and body: Fist, club, and boot bludgeon. Kneeled in bloodied snow, grey Surrounds- land, sky and eyes. All seem dead. Suddenly, a voice shouts, “halt!” Gunshots above the groans. A corpse steaming in the snow. A mob swarms the body. Frantic raw hands molest Pockets, shoes and jacket. Guards club the thieves away They take life and what’s left by force. I trudge through the heavy door, Numb feet on rotten floor. Numbered and thrown into A claustrophobic room, Freezing, dim and rank.
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The Camp 04:35
The Camp Violence and work dictate my Life, each day more gruesome. Unceasing brutal hardship Borne by bodies beaten Down. Frail bodies gaunt with hunger Paled by rampant ailment. Teeth rotting, bone and flesh scarred By fist, club, and sediment. “You must do what we say! To the ground you’re our slave! You are machines, You are the dead. You will work to death” Death. The guards in medalled fatigues Gorge on bloody fighting. Commanding inmates to brawl, Biting, clawing, screaming, Dying. The inmates blood bent on A win at any cost, Abide the glad spectators’ Lust for more lives lost. “You must do what we say! Bone to flesh, you’re our slave! Swing for his head, You are the dead. You will fight to death, You will break!” My waking dreams recall A life I lived long ago, My brush and canvas free To paint my destiny. I still recall the boots and guns, The invasion of my town, A silent coup. With paint, I screamed To protest the tyranny. At night they cuffed me, a state enemy. I was gagged by authority. The ambush hits me in the mouth With calloused fist. Dazed, see the faces of the Guards and inmates mixed. “You must do what they say! Just like us, you’re a slave!” “Obey our will. You must kill. You will fight to death!” “I will not kill, “I will not break.”
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The Fugitive 07:49
The Fugitive Winter comes again, Whipping ice storms howl. Relocate the lot, Return to the town To serve the tyrant. No return, I will stay behind, Run away into empty night. No remorse, I’ve set my course To the Noble Cold. The night is death black, Snow and wind frenzied. Scraping moldy boards. With found rocks I dig, Squeeze through the small hole. Freezing wind burns my skin, Heavy snow blows thick. I crawl through the night In the shadows I hide. The fence looms to my right I sprint and begin to climb. The fence rattles and shakes, Razor wire cuts flesh. Spotlights flash, I’ve been seen. Hit the ground, aim for the trees. Scrambling, falling in the thick snow. Rifle fire cracks through the storm. A round slams into my arm. Black drops spattered on the snow. My blood for the Noble Cold. My lungs in agony, Running hard for the trees. In the woods all is hushed and still, Starry night frames bare tree limbs. I don’t slow. I run alone Into the Noble Cold.

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released November 21, 2018

Paul Anop - Vocals, Guitar
Marcus Corich - Bass
Joe Johnson - Guitar
Haakon Sjogren - Drums

Words and music by Marcus Corich
Published by Mortis Music (ASCAP)
Copyright 2018, all rights reserved

Produced by Marcus Corich and Necropanther
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paul Anop and Joe Johnson
July 7 - October 13, 2018

Cover art by Max Sherman

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Necropanther Denver, Colorado

We are NECROPANTHER. Short, thrashy death metal songs from a dystopian future. Denver, Colorado.

Paul Anop: Guitar, Vocals
Marcus Corich: Bass, Vocals
Joe Johnson: Guitar
Haakon Sjogren: Drums

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