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⛧ Rites of the Congregation | Chaos Space Marine Metal — Death to the False Emperor ⛧

Death To The False Emperor

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⛧ Rites of the Congregation | Chaos Space Marine Metal — Death to the False Emperor ⛧

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Death To The False Emperor
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⛧ Rites of the Congregation Death to the False Emperor — Album V The concert is the ritual. The little things already know the words. On a remote world, the Congregation welcomes the band with a feast between wars. Little creatures dance among the candles, singing verses before the musicians perform them. Their instructions prepare an empty seat for an unseen guest. The band recognizes the summoning and keeps playing—until something joins the choir. Starhead’s gutturals, savage roars, and piercing screams lead crushing Chaos Space Marine metal, driven by Noctis’s psychedelic synth and Vain’s old-school heavy-metal riffs. MEMBERS Starhead — lead vocals Noctis — synth/keytar and otherworldly effects Vain — old-school heavy-metal guitar Voxgrave — vox-guitar, metallic vocoder, samples and cuts Geargrinder — industrial guitar Razorfang — hardcore guitar and shouted responses Grave Sludge — doom-fuzz bass Blastbeat — four-armed drums Steel Serpent — glam guitar and brief male backing vocals Azazel — serene guitar and four angelic male voices Deathstack — amplification, sub-bass, feedback and third-person speech LYRICS SET THE TABLE! LIGHT THE FUCKING FIRES! MY CONGREGATION— YOU SURVIVED! MAKE SOME NOISE! We dragged our wounded through your gates. You brought out benches, bowls and plates. The guns went quiet beyond the trees. You burned their broken banners beneath the feast. Vain put his boots beside the flame. Some little bastard tried to do the same. Razorfang laughed and kicked the benches wide— GET UP! YOU’VE GOT A WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT! Your children carved us into beasts. Hung painted faces over seats. A star-faced devil. An angel with claws. Eleven brothers through the eyes of yours. Darling, they’ve made me rather beautiful. They’ve improved your manners, too. NOW PLAY THE FUCKING THING! KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! STAMP THE ASH INTO THE GROUND! RITES OF THE CONGREGATION! LET THE FOREST HEAR THE SOUND! PASS THE PLATE! FEED THE FIRE! GIVE THE NIGHT ANOTHER CHOIR! KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! WE’VE GOT ONE MORE FUCKING ROUND! Small black feet between the bowls. Little horns and curling tails. They dance around the fallen shells. They know the words we haven’t yelled. One climbed up beside the drums. Its mouth was moving through the runs. I raised my hand to start the verse— THE LITTLE FUCKER FINISHED FIRST! That melody isn’t ours. Playback comparison. No prior recording. Lay another place beside you. Leave the largest seat unfilled. When the brothers strike together, Something underneath us will. Who the fuck taught you that? Listen. They’re waiting for the answer. Keep playing. Something’s keeping time. The cups go walking on the boards. A ripple runs beneath the floor. The candle flames lean toward the ring. Nobody feels the fucking wind. Geargrinder holds the pulse in place. Voxgrave cuts that laughing phrase. Noctis finds a note below— Vain bends down and lets it grow! Resonance increasing. Structure holding. KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! STAMP THE ASH INTO THE GROUND! RITES OF THE CONGREGATION! LET THE FOREST HEAR THE SOUND! PASS THE PLATE! FEED THE FIRE! GIVE THE NIGHT ANOTHER CHOIR! KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! WE’VE GOT ONE MORE FUCKING ROUND! HOLD THE COUNT! DON’T STOP NOW! DEATHSTACK WILL WAKE THE FUCKING ROOTS! ELEVEN BROTHERS! ONE MORE VERSE! THE FEAST IS SERVED— LET THE HUNGRY HEAR! You set a place for what would come. You kept its name beneath your tongues. NOW SAY IT WITH YOUR FUCKING CHEST! DON’T MAKE US GUESS! Keep the circle moving. Feel it answer through the ground. We left a place beside us. We heard you coming near. MY BEAUTIFUL FUCKING CONGREGATION— MAKE ROOM! KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! FEEL IT ANSWER THROUGH THE GROUND! RITES OF THE CONGREGATION! NOW THE FOREST KNOWS THE SOUND! PASS THE PLATE! FEED THE FIRE! SOMEONE’S JOINED OUR FUCKING CHOIR! KEEP THE CIRCLE MOVING! WE’VE GOT ONE MORE FUCKING ROUND! Eleven performers. Additional voice detected. Well. Let the bastard sing. Unofficial Warhammer 40,000-inspired original band lore. Not affiliated with Games Workshop. #Warhammer40K #ChaosSpaceMarines #DeathMetal #DeathToTheFalseEmperor