#fleshcrawl

[festering-remains]

Fleshcrawl - Lost in a Grave (1991)

[onlyhurtforaminute]

FLESHCRAWL-AS BLOOD RAINS FROM THE SKY

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔉𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩 - 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔩 𝔈𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

[metalcultbrigade]

Fleshcrawl - Bloodsoul 04/06/1996

[thethcministry]

[lyrics365]

Creation of Wrath

[Music: Mike / Lyrics: Bastian] Dark and cold as my body awakes Deep in the tomb of the night Woke by the call of the undead I rise Revenging their souls before the light Prepare the absymal path – Beware the creation of wrath Out on frozen blood – Out to kill in wrath Sent from hell as the creature of the night – The light I must not see Twisted and burned I’m a slave to black art – The forces…

[lesdeuxmuses]

Fleshcrawl - Soulskinner (Metal Blade Records, 2020)

[goatilocks13]

Germany's Suffocation, 1990/91, before changing their name to Fleshcrawl.

[theparanoid]

Fleshcrawl - Descend Into The Absurd

(1992, full album)

[Death Metal]

[festering-remains]

Fleshcrawl - Descend into the Absurd (1992)

Crushing death metal masterpiece!

[onlyhurtforaminute]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔉𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩 - ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔴𝔫

[metalcultbrigade]

Fleshcrawl - Descend into the Absurd 08/06/1992

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

All Castle Walls Shall Fall

[♫♫]

The inside of the airship is darker than usual. The sunlight debilitating your ability to see into the dark? … No, that’s not quite right. Light filters through, in the cracks between the doorway, and what is sitting in it.

Sitting? No…

Standing.

Looming.

Angeline and Diabelle run towards the ship, giggling, and something slowly lumbers out to them.

There are parts of it that look like a rabbit. Long ears, flat against its head, and a small tail - but none of it is cute, or soft. Ragged fur hangs in uneven patches, stained with something you can’t quite make out but you can guess at. The fur mats around it’s head, casting a shadow so dark that you can hardly see the shape of the maw - but you can see the razor sharp teeth that catch the light of the sun. Dozens upon dozens. Jagged. Uneven.

And you can also see the eyes. Tiny pinpricks devoid of light yet shining through shadows, narrow and small, and staring directly at you.

“This is the Fleshcrawler of the Abyssal Wastes, Aldebaran! He’s our super favourite, number one pet - and until someone dies, he’s going to be hunting you. Teehee!”

Your blood runs cold - you can’t help it. A name like that said in Angeline’s happy go lucky voice should make you laugh, but whereas the rabbits have never once seemed like they wanted to be the ones to personally harm you, you know that’s not true of this… thing. 

“Soooo~... Since the Angel’s lost, that means little Aldie will target you over anyone else! If there’s one Angel in a room of Devil’s, then Aldie is sure to go for them first. It’s only fair! Losers are punished, no matter what. So if you wanna stay safe, keep a friendly widdle Angel with you, hehe~.”

You’re sure that, like Angeline and Diabelle, this creature is a robot. It must be. But it’s body heaves and sways, and you swear you can hear it pant through it’s maw of sharp teeth. The body is tensed, muscles that may not exist poised to bolt forward and strike.

“Go ahead and fight back, if you really wanna. Maybe you’ll hold him off, but FYI? You’re better off running. You won’t get out of a fight unscathed.”

“Alrighty, we’ll send him off! We’ll give you a widdle bit of time before he comes after you, okie dokie? Have fun!”

Both rabbits laugh, running back into the airship. Aldebaran turns and follows them, disappearing into the airship with clicking nails that scratch the floor beneath. The second he’s gone, the safety net of knowledge is gone, too. At any point, he could come back, and he could attack - and the only way to make sure he doesn’t attack you is to kill.

The hard part is making sure you don’t die before then.

[lyrics365]

Impure Massacre of Bloody Souls

[Music: Mike, Tobias / Lyrics: Bastian] Buried deep into the tomb Still alive with bleeding wounds In agony I suffocate – I will return to seal your fate I will be back to take revenge – To slay the bastard I will commence To nail your body to the cross – And watch you die without remorse COld suicide nation – Born to kill itself Emptiness is burning me – Too blind to find ourselves Impure…