While working on the new album (scheduled for autumn/winter 2023), The Monolith Deathcult releases a brilliant 15 year anniversary version of "I Spew Thee Out Of My Mouth”.

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About 'I Spew Thee Out Of My Mouth':
The band states that "releasing this old-skool crooner is the only way to be sure that there will be quality music to fill the gap to our new album." So what is new on this version despite the colossal Pro Tools damage control editing? Shiny new guttural grunts from Robin while Michiel visited some speech therapist to accurately pronounce the S like an S and not like a slurred form of parseltongue. Colossal new 128 track orchestrations (including Carsten's lost mystical triangle which was vetoed in 2007 by the rest of the band) and new thunderous drums by mercenary Frank Schilperoort.

Despite blatant sabotage by Human Detonator Records and the endless stream of self-inflicted harm, the Monolith Deathcult became one of the very few Dutch death metal million-streamers with a stunning number of more than 1,400,000 Spotify streams for Fist of Stalin alone.

Lyrics:
Shrovetide is violated by heathens
Nefarious splurges of sin
Persuasion is trembling with fever
And became a mantra of occult tongues
Mankind enclasped Doom
He turned his back on God
Virtue became ultra-decadence
We are all libertines of the damned

A Fidei Defensor arises
Flogged and whipped from head to foot
The body cleansed by self-flagellation
Supressed the lust of flesh and blood

Night after night grim voices shriek
In portentous horror dreams
Even though his room was locked
But a Seraph comes unseen
The bloodstained walls surround him
Icons made of Calvary wounds
Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin
Ill-fated to avert doom

Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung
I will be again the apple of his eye
Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans
Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies

The man started to cry, hands held to the sky
And expected to be purified in flames
But the Angel smiled and took the Book
And commanded his holy mandate

"The Lord foresees thy mother's advent
Into the ranks of Paradise
So spare him grief and deep distress
And take her worthless life!"
But shall she be refined in Thine holy light?
Her spirit will shine will thousand suns
Condone my doubt, but who am I?
The haranguing priest of the newborn Herod king

The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask
And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar

Night after night his skin was flogged
Damn those recurrent dreams
Desperately flogging for relief
While murmuring blasphemies
The bloodstained walls surround him
Icons made of Calvary wounds
Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin
Ill-fated to avert doom
Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung
I will be again the apple of his eye
Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans
Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies

"Christ, enthroned in highest heavens
Hear me crying from the deep
For the fateful ones departed
For the souls in a Laodicean sleep
King of Glory, hear my voice
Grant thy Faithful rest, I pray
I have sinned, and may not bide it
If you mark my steps astray
She is Thine, O take her quickly
Thou art her hope, O raise her high
Ever hoping, ever trusting
Unto Thee I strive and cry
Let them through thy boundless mercy
From all evil be restored
Hearken to the voices pleading
Of Thy Church, O gracious Lord!"

The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask
And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar
The man seemed stricken by a thousand bludgeons
Penetrating just-healed wounds as foreplay for the storm

"So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold
I will spew thee out of my mouth."
(Revelations 3:16)

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