2268 dead babies
Causes of death, or track list for latest black metal album?
Submitted 2 weeks ago by Agent641@lemmy.world to [deleted]
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JayDee@lemmy.sdf.org 2 weeks ago
definitely_AI@feddit.online 2 weeks ago
Grrreat bandname.
rmuk@feddit.uk 2 weeks ago
I read that in the voice of Tony the Tiger.
Threeee-y’re Dead!
gandalf_der_12te@discuss.tchncs.de 2 weeks ago
Worms :(
e8CArkcAuLE@piefed.social 2 weeks ago
at least 7 people had a fetish for succubus-nurses.
red_bull_of_juarez@lemmy.dbzer0.com 2 weeks ago
Almost a quarter of those deaths were young children. That makes me so sad.
HerbalGamer@sh.itjust.works 2 weeks ago
Shoutout to QI doing a bit on this
OriginEnergySux@lemmy.world 2 weeks ago
“Doctor why are you head banging?”
HugeNerd@lemmy.ca 2 weeks ago
Anal arthritis? Intestinal fracture? I think two vaguely medical terms jammed together make the best band/song names for this entertaining genre of music.
songwriterallnighter@lemmy.zip 2 weeks ago
62 people couldn’t wait I see.
Golden@lemmy.blahaj.zone 2 weeks ago
And only 15 proactive folks
werty@sh.itjust.works 2 weeks ago
Lunatique has to be someone’s name by now
anon_8675309@lemmy.world 2 weeks ago
Damn. That fever will get you.
Widdershins@lemmy.world 2 weeks ago
“Bleeding” isn’t exactly “Fucked with a Knife” but Fucked with a Knife is a track on The Bleeding by Cannibal Corpse.
Phantom_Engineer@lemmy.ml 2 weeks ago
Sciatica-ed to death
mechoman444@lemmy.world 2 weeks ago
Wait… Gout???
borQue@lemmy.zip 2 weeks ago
I thought cancer was invented in the '60s
BarneyPiccolo@lemmy.today 2 weeks ago
Lunatique - Amazing band name, I call dibs.
BigBrainBrett2517@lemmy.world 2 weeks ago
Blackened Thrash/Speed? Or Proggy Black/Extreme?
BarneyPiccolo@lemmy.today 2 weeks ago
Proggy for sure, heavily classical influenced, with blues inflections in a dreamy shoegaze atmosphere.
Proposed lyrics:
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,
But leechlike to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
A people starved and stabbed in th’ untilled field;
An army, whom liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield;
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
A senate, Time’s worst statute, unrepealed—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley