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Ghetto Blasphemer II - From the Stars (2010 - special flashback release)

by Rabbit Junk

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The first body we found little more than a dried up husk. It hadn't been there for long. It still had a full kit, ammo, rifle, half pack of cigarettes in the chest pocket. No visible wounds. His uniform was unfamiliar, not one of ours. Like us, he had no flag on his sleeve. I stuffed the cigarettes into my pocket and pulled its cap over its face. About as much ceremony as any of us deserved. We got the signal to proceed and made our way deeper into the structure. In the maze of hallways we found more bodies, desiccated, no wounds. All dead without firing a shot. We had no idea what we were dealing with. We weren't the first to try. I put my wristwatch to my ear to make sure it was still ticking. It's an old habit. We hadn't been told where we're going or why. We had no idea how big this thing was. And we weren't alone. O' body heat, caress thy wicked sense Let man's image penetrate the clouding lens May we see an end to our gnawing frustration From the stars to the cradle of creation We started back tracking our way though the structure. Our pace steadily quickened, we felt followed. Our hurried footsteps echoed on the metal walk ways. We should have been out of there in just a few minutes, but instead we seemed to be going in circles. I was breathing sharply, fighting feelings of panic, trying to remember the way out. That's when I felt it. A penetrating cold in my chest. I choked on my breath, unable to move, suddenly paralyzed, held my some terrible force. May the void bless this feast, may the bounty never cease May the fluid ever flow, may our young grow and grow We blessed few to become the crimson hue Shall make a paradise of this world anew The air filled with a plume of crimson. A network of veins took shape around me, the scarlet fluid outlining a bloated form floating in the air. I could feel a cold gelatinous digit probe the inside of my mouth. My eyes were locked open, enslaved to the horror unfolding before me; my blood curdled in its gut and flared throughout its tissue. The tip of my finger brushed the hilt of my knife. Rage boiled up from the depths of me and brought my last remaining strength with it. I heard my watch tick. I grit my teeth And lashed out with the blade Felt the spray from wound I had made Pushed the horror aside and rose to my feet I'm gonna take you with me! The others closed in with menacing glee Floating and bloated with eyes hungry I felt overwhelmed with the will to survive I roared like a lion and lunged with my knife We obedient to the old ones ways Drink to them to slow our prey To give us strength in the face of leaded sting To the glorious hunt, may sustenance it bring
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I realized that this book was just the sort of thing I had been looking for. Upon these crumbling yellowed pages was the key to my revenge. No longer would I suffer their ridicule, ignorance, and prejudice. No longer would I rush quietly through the halls, desperate to avoid yet another encounter with their toothy insults and pointing fingers. Finally they will learn some respect! Finally, they would learn to submit to me, Julian Modely. I whispered the words, careful not to awaken my idiot room mate, Harold. "Tibi, Magnum Innominandum, signa stellarum nigrarum et bufoniformis Sadoquae sigillum". Nothing happened. I read them again, slightly louder, this time eliciting a tired groan from the slumbering fat-boy. I felt an almost imperceptible vibration in the air. A shudder shook the room. Then, before my wide eyes, Harold's flabby body levitated above his bed. His eyes popped open and his hands grasped outwards in half-woken panic. His eyes began to bulge. Some thing shown in the pale light, some sort of cloud enveloping him. It slowly took on more depth as Harold's body contorted and stiffened. Soon I could make out horrid claws, mandibles, and grotesque sucking appendages. Things had taken a turn for the better. The summoned Abomination: Who the fuck has woken us up? Their death will be painful but quick Let us go back to sleep Cease your whispering This infernal noise must end Julian Modely: It was me! The new master Of the mysteries of the worm I demand Your service Enemies must be made to learn Poor, fat Harold, firmly held in the entities grasp, mummified before my eyes, his blood drained into the creatures body, revealing its misshapen form. The horror floated in mid-air, pulsating with unmistakable life. Its multitude of mouths glistened in the moon light. It was magnificent. Finally, my time had arrived. I would let the horror loose on all those who have defied me. Every boy who pummeled me, every girl who squealed in disgust at my advances. Every teacher who caught me day dreaming and endeavored to make a fool of me in front of the entire class. All will pay dearly. I will set this invisible terror upon all them, without mercy. The summoned Abomination: You are great among fools And twice that naive We suffer no living thing We obey no rules Nor follow no law In chaos, we reign supreme Julian Modely: I read the black tome over and over It said you would be mine to control I would set you upon every bully and bitch And slowly take over this miserable world The summoned Abomination: You're ours now! You will do our bidding, creature! You're ours now! You will be mine to control
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Professor Warner O'Neill: I have decided to record what will surely be the last hours of my life. I am the sole survivor of the expedition. So far I have been able to find some safety in this chamber, but I know the barred door won't last much longer. The creature loomed before us Resplendent in wickedness But invisible to our senses We grasped at nothingness I am no longer sure of what day it is or how long I have been trapped here. I hold no hope for rescue. My only hope is that the information in this recording may help the next expedition stop this terror that has killed us all. Ghosts of the Expedition: Frozen and timeless Encysted, dormant, dessicated Drawn to the heat Of the life-glow and death exhausted Friction, then impact Awakened by the penetration Mindless, but omnipotent Driven by the only truth Professor Warner O'Neill: Light bends around this dripping sphere I feel it penetrate into my deepest fear It is invisible but its breathing I can hear I can feel its tongue rasping at my inner ear Mighty tentacles wrap 'round my neck It tries to take me in, but I must not let it How do we fight what cannot even see? How do we fight when we can't even breathe? Bastard Creature Spawned of chaos old The Invisible Hunter: When it's all done, you'll be a part of me Circulating systemically Horror unfolds in the silent cold I'll never release my hold Professor Warner O'Neill: The creature loomed before us Resplendent in wickedness But invisible to our senses We grasped at nothingness It drank deeply of our essence Showing itself in a crimson plume Prolonging the exquisite agony Showing us the future as it consumed The creature proved invulnerable to our weapons. All attempts to destroy the thing were fruitless. It drove us deeper into the catacombs and then picked us off one by one. It is almost completely invisible until it feeds. Ghosts of the Expedition: Searching the airless wastes Its thirst grew on through the eons Now its lust is only matched By the numbers of screaming fluid sacks Oblivious to the haunting threat Defenseless against attack Picked off one by one Embraced by the starborn horror Professor Warner O'Neill: Alien mind with earthly intent Tissue and plasma and intellect Your mind and body it will both infect You're the nutrient it has come to collect As it feeds, its form comes to light Gelatinous veins and brains shining bright Your flesh is infested, your mind is bested Defenses tested, nothing is wasted Bastard Creature Spawned of chaos old The Invisible Hunter: When it's all done, you'll be a part of me Circulating systemically Horror unfolds in the silent cold I'll never release my hold Professor Warner O'Neill: The creature loomed before us Resplendent in wickedness But invisible to our senses We grasped at nothingness It drank deeply of our essence Showing itself in a crimson plume Prolonging the exquisite agony Showing us the future as it consumed It has been steadily exerting force on the door. The ancient timbers are beginning to splinter. Whoever finds this, I implore you, the catacombs must be sealed shut. I fear that the energy the beast has consumed are for reproductive purposes. The Invisible Hunter: I will not go Back to the cold I will not go Back to the cold Professor Warner O'Neill: The creature loomed before us Resplendent in wickedness But invisible to our senses We grasped at nothingness It drank deeply of our essence Showing itself in a crimson plume Prolonging the exquisite agony Showing us the future as it consumed The Invisible Hunter: I will not go Back to the cold I will not go Back to the fucking cold

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Originally released in 2010 as a follow up to Ghetto Blasphemer, which appeared on the three part album This Life is Where You Get Fucked (2008 Full Effect Records).

This EP was an experiment. JP wanted to do HP Lovecraft (Call of Cthulhu etc.) inspired short stories over symphonic black metal w/ subtle electronic influences. All the stories are 100% original as is all the music.

This is being released flashback style by Glitch Mode Recordngs because it's really a shame that more Rabbit Junk fans have not heard it. It's pretty fucking unique and likely a one time deal.

AVAILABLE FOR A LIMITED TIME SO NAB IT WHILE YOU CAN!

You can buy the album Project Nonagon from Full Effect Records (but Rabbit Junk won't see a dime): www.fulleffectrecords.com/store/product.php?productid=16238&cat=264&page=1

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released March 22, 2016

JP Anderson words and music

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Rabbit Junk Los Angeles, California

Rabbit Junk is a cyberPUNK and industrial metal duo based in Southern California, USA. Members = Dr. JP (words, music, producer, guitar, vocals) and Sum Grrrl (words, vocals, keyboards).

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