SEEKINGBand to Join, Vocalist, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar, Drums.
Currently working on solo project ‘DEPLETETH’ (Black Death metal style). Playing all parts and recording producing. Currently programmed drums primarily, initial drum recording has been successfully trialed but requires dedicated space for recording and a few more pieces of equipment. I also produce electronic music and soundscapes. I can produce electronic intro & outro music for dark metal aesthetic. I play drums fairly well and practice for death/black metal, I have played in death metal bands in the past. Find some ‘DEPLETETH’ on Soundcloud, I have many songs recorded and only post there for reference. I am preparing to consolidate a demo EP but I mainly continue to make new songs and better the project.
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Classical - Schubert, Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Tchaikovsky.
Jazz - Miles Davis, Chet Baker. Tom Waits. Any good music. Black & Death metal - older styles, no core.
Immortal, Obituary, Emperor, Death, Abbath, Morbid Angel, Deicide, Dissection, Carcass, Napalm Death, Malevolent Creation, Exhumed, Mgla, Darkthrone, Hate Forest. Many others.
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Ableton Live 10
Scarlett 2i2 interface.
Behringer U-Phoria UMC1820 interface.
Cheapo drum mics.
Laney Tube Fusion Amp
PRS SE Fredrik Akesson Guitar.
Cort Artisan bass.
Pearl DX drum kit.
Paiste and Zildian cymbals.
Pulverised HeadPulverised skull The head was smashed The body limp The brains spilled out like excrement So smashed in You see the spine The skull it had been pulverised Removed in total The face was flat Lifeless body lays intact A remorseless kill was carried out Brains had come out through the mouth Regurgitated matter The head could not be flatter The bone and blood are splattered Each skeletal bone was shattered Cranial pulverisation The sludge of hair and scalp Mindless in demise The consciousness deceased Regurgitated matter The head could not be flatter The bone and blood are splattered Each skeletal bone was shattered Spread out on the floor A scene of perfect gore Each and every blow In completion as a whole Cranial pulverisation The sludge of hair and scalp Mindless in demise The consciousness deceased Spread out on the floor A scene of perfect gore Each and every blow In completion as a whole Skull that has been turned to dust Combined with blood a mush and sludge Concavity later finalised Unflinching until it was pulverised The body is still in perfect condition But the head is beyond all recognition Separation of irretrievable form Extracted from where it once adorned... Artwork by DEPLETETH ALL PARTS AND PRODUCTION - DEPLETETH
Emaciation ChamberEmaciation chamber Left to die in chains Within the catacombs Wrought inverted to be held Broken limbs collapse Torso rent ingrown Saliva dried all teeth fall out Your withered hair reveals your scalp All marrow sapped of vital remnants Brain is dead beyond correction Devastated skin on bones Fed and kept alive Yet starved and left to die The Inches before your death Measure wider than your legs Spine corroded snaps All structural parts collapsed Thinning back to bone Used up skeleton aborting soul Wrought inverted to be held Broken limbs collapse Reduced to within almost reach The place you won’t be suffering Turning back to dust Depreciated withering... Dried until a stone Sinking back to the human limits unknown.. Wasted back to skeletal form Your skin all parts protruding from Dried until a stone Sinking back to the human limits, Unknown... Depreciated withering Concavity is meeting innards Mortal life has reached its thinnest Emaciation chamber Left to die in chains Within the catacombs Wrought inverted to be held Broken limbs collapse Torso rent ingrown Devastated skin on bone Fed and kept alive Yet starved and left to die... Reduced to within almost reach The place you won’t be suffering Turning back to dust Depreciated withering Wasted back to skeletal form Your skin all parts protruding from Malnourished man embrittled weak Enfeebled wreck pathetic heap Artwork by DEPLETETH
Decomposing CrucifixionDecomposing Crucifixion Bulging corroding scum Nails were hammered in so tight The figure hangs juicing Melting away.... - Decomposing crucifixion - Failing structure Bone and muscle Bulging bowels Sacral vessel Bursts open Emitting stenches So impure So wretched - Will it ever truly die Punishment beyond redemption Left to rot for all to see For as long as it fukking takes - Left up there for some old crime But held to rot for all of time Flesh and blood begin to slime Petrified and scorched. - Decomposing crucifixion Nailed to the cross forever Interminate rotting victim - Held up in ever miraculous buoyancy Nails begin to rust Which will be the first to break The victim, or the cross? - Nailed on through each bone and limb Torture was so violent Left up there for some old crime But held to rot for all of time... - Petrified and scorched Flies about this corpse Leading one to question Will it ever truly Die..... - A tangled mess of human parts Revolting those who witness Rancid cross of legs and arms A gruesome sight of sickness The foul remains of human plight Producing such a terrible sight. - Insatiable murder to example As festering sludge runs past the ankle. Rot. - Image - Fragment of a Crucifixion, Francis Bacon, 1950.
Morbid StenchSickening rot is exposed Releasing the morbid stench Each layer extracted untold The outright disgust of assault Reaching in through the maggots A sludge provoked is mixed Putrefaction so sick A horrific decay of bits - A horrific decay of bits Merging dormant reek Finally released A surge of rotten meat Rising stagnant heat Wrenching bowel crunch Further in the hands must plunge To clear the soured pit A horrific decay of bits Merging dormant reek Finally released A surge of rotten meat Rising stagnant heat Wrenching bowel crunch Further in the hands must plunge.. - To clear the soured pit A disgust infused with revenge Trench of unbearable smells Body buried far too long Slurry congealed rancid Those that bore witness could not stand it. - Stomach churns in revulsion A collateral waste of parts A dirged stink of emulsions A skeletal bath - Body buried far too long Slurry congealed rancid - Sickening rot is exposed Releasing the morbid stench Reaching in through the maggots A sludge provoked is mixed Putrefaction so sick - Image - Shock Troops advanced under Gas. Otto Dix, 1924
Ghost In Time (Early Depleteth recording)
Ghost In Time (Early Depleteth recording)Suffer, or suffer The equation of life The dead offering Perfect my suffering In chain reaction There is now no future Beyond duality There is now nothing Sufferance lives as past Remorseless cyclic Ingrained by its presence Contorting as one For eternal misery - Damn you all I'm going back to the ancient times I will arrive as a ghost in time Your soured earth Is now no good to me I'm going back to the beginning What becomes is the world Manifest the world It is, as it will be, created Doomed to pass A war of attrition plays on Entrenched psychopaths Turning most demented After the melding Fashioning discontent Carving out the value Remaining skeletal detritus
Venomous UsurpationVenomous usurpation Coaxing. Willing. Menacing ties. Pestilent virus. Shadowy Lies. Befallen to Insolence. - They had befallen To insolent men led to their end In servile inanity A calamitous species The sheep of a villainous shepherd Bent to distortion The soulless one prevailed Denier of life A doctrine of patheticness - Persecuting the conscious Raper of fame Usurping the throne of the idol for inglorious gain Building a hopeless cell for each and every thought to perish Invading your home to dispel all that was pure Usurpation Venomous usurpation - Devilment. Sanitise. A guise for the blind. Harassment. Infringement. The eye in the sky. Surgical dismemberment for all ignorant to life Cutting through the tissue impregnating the spite Usurpation Venomous usurpation Befallen to a venomous demagogue - Civilisation is dead to the core Until the insolent ones cannot glean any more... Denier of life A doctrine of patheticness They had befallen to insolent men Led to their end In servile inanity - Devilment. Sanitise. A guise for the blind. Harassment. Infringement. The eye in the sky. Surgical dismemberment for all ignorant to life A rampant intrusion Feeding you the bitter untruths Peddling poison To purge all the living from you. - They had befallen to insolent men Led to their end In servile inanity A calamitous species.. - Image - Gustave Dore, Transformation into Snakes.
Mass InfectionMass Infection They must not stay alive You must be contained A world full of slaves... - Mass infection Whittling of species Virulent plague Unsanitary leakage Infecting all your brains menacing in amongst the crowds Death is inflicted - They must not stay alive You must be contained A world full of slaves That can no longer end. - Kept safe For continuing shame You must never assume again A place on the earth without being infected.. Suffocate.. Suffocate.. Divergent from the truths that would end wicked games - Correcting the former plague With a sinister new age Suppress the unworthy by leading astray Jacked up to the mains Keep them coming to suffer the doctrine A circus of blame Lies are the food for the feast of the diatribe.. Image - The Plague, Arnold Bocklin, 1898.
Actus TragicusActus Tragicus A ceremonial mourning for self Unearthed each day for recourse - A daily funeral A ceremonial mourning for self Unearthed each day for recourse In practice I will perfect my ending Dying is my perfect art To envision mortality As one ever culminating death - I wear the rags of distain Slowly withering away Yet an active discourse is pertained I go through the daily ritual - Arranging blackened visions For at least my own sense of tragedy At one with a darker stricture Awoken this day with increased vigor - Cutting a grave to be buried Digging forth, unearthing synergy A wanton decay Mastering an actus tragicus Shadows connecting Building a truer black My funeral I enact - The commiserations I exact To ritualise my own rigor mortis Obsessed with the visions - Obsessed with the visions Content with perdition I will enter the ground I will leave this place behind - I would dig my own grave I do not want you near me I will take all of my tragedy It is mine Leave me to die I must complete this malady An absolute shunning of life I fortify each passing day - Perfection, the way to the end Building castles of hermitage To truly deny humanity I will take with me only cessation - I truly deny humanity I take with me only cessation There is nothing else to retain My only wishes are miserable - My gravestone pronounces (total) rejection Revelations in isolation Purging the the dualistic disease..
Death By Manipulation (Demo)
Death By Manipulation (Demo)
Total Conquest(Total Conquest) Of my total conquest Over all life and all death Annulling all reason Leaving all matter and time bereft Tantalised by total destruction Obliterating ou consciousness Conceding ou ways There is no sacrifice Only throwing away Terminated. A Miser’s equation Perishing away to zero. Terminated Voiding the mortal race The price of vanity Humiliation A Miser’s equation Perishing away to zero. Obtaining damnation Disillusioning earth Dissolving existence Un-reason is set into the mind Quashing the miracle of life Turning all that exists to black Never reminiscent Never looking back There will be no witness Death instantaneous Utterly silent Life is dismissed All that was is erased Total conquest in the mind Turned deranged The way we survive It is also the way we will die Deletion of pleasure Deletion of pain Failing together In the cult of mortality Submission to be cleansed Collectively drained Conceding our ways There is no sacrifice Only throwing away Refusal of wishes Terminated Succession is blundered A wish to hide but you're in plain sight A wincing form of pity remains... Image - Hieronymus Bosch, 'Death and the Miser'.
Inner SanctumIMAGE - 'Procession in Crypt'. M C Escher. 1927
Death (Black End) DEMO
Death (Black End) DEMO(Lyrics) The feasting of fruit. That has decayed. - Hammer blow of death awaits you Reaped will be the seed that once was sown Now you're withered and turned obsolete You will be perishing soon six feet deep. Truth that awaits No one remains The more you fear death The more you leave in vain No one is spared We ride through this alone Reaper will harvest the seed that was sown. - Death. Death. Death. Death. - Buried with the worms Reducing you to feces You will rot away And slowly turn to pieces Was your time in vain? Did you waste away? Perish in dreams You will be forgotten You will be rotten. Death. Death. Death. Death. - Buried with the worms Reducing you to feces You will rot away And slowly turn to pieces For all your riches You will die a beggars death Entering darkened voids Forever to remain as carcass. - Ashes to ashes Dust to dust You will be buried Under the mud You will rot To a skeleton Your skeleton will then.... Rot. IMAGE - 'The Triumph of Death'. Pieter Bruegel, 1562-3.
No PeaceAn earlier DEPLETETH track.
MisanthropiaLYRICS Misanthropia Feeling I am done with this It is your way that makes me sick Sell away the soul redundant Sight is cataractic No, I am not waiting for tomorrow. I had seen enough today Becoming misanthropia I now no longer wish to be I have found misanthropic truth No more can I bear to face you In total indignation Concocting hatred in my mind I have pictured endings for you all Bound to human destiny Misanthropic I despise you Cursed is the beast of man Insidious derelictic plans I have gazed beyond the nightmare A darkened misanthrope I am to be - To hear the lobotomized parody Excites the torture inside I witness the cacophony I witness the end - Leaving no stone unturned in my misery I have dreamt of obliteration Feigning life in fields of sterility Life has grown from fickle seeds Everything appears to be obscene Fiction for reality The vainglorious glutton feeds Composing a mask to face us I am the misanthrope That is all that's left to say No purgation has dispelled my vision After death I will still hate you I would have to die to be free Can't you see I am not alone Misanthropic I despise you Concocting hate within my mind Tortured to the bone You’ve taken all there is to take A mind reduced to total hate Wounds that now no longer suture Bleeding out despair The one emotion undeleted Is the rage I am condemned to be with you. IMAGE - 'The Misanthrope' Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1568.
SirensIntro built around samples of air aid sirens. If you require intros and soundscapes for metal Ep or Album (Open to other genres), get in touch.
I am in Hell
I am in HellI am in Hell (Ov en Yfarnow) - Enslaved demons Penetrate the senses Torture that is senseless A cleanse that never cleanses - I am burning in hell (I am bound and fused to futility. A life i cannot take) Denied of grace (Writhing wide awake) (Slowly turned deranged) I burn in denial (For a life of mortality) A plague of flames (I am bound and fused to futility) Immolate (Eat at) my spirit (Drowning in turbulence) The banality of evil In abjection I live forever - I am in Hell Drowning in turbulence I am in Hell The wrong side of Cerberus I am in Hell The soul encased I am in Hell In a (continual) war of attrition I am in Hell A spirit in imprisonment I am in Hell Deranged I am in Hell The soul encased I am in Hell Tormented by nemeses - Chant Ov en Yfarnow (I am in hell) Ma kowlesski (I burn) Godhayvens (suffering) Bys Vynari (forever - evermore) - I am in hell I am burning in Hell. - Depleteth 2020. Image - Hell by Hieronymus Bosch. 1500 - 1504
I am in Hell Intro
I am in Hell IntroImage - Hell by Hieronymus Bosch. 1500 - 1504