Suddenly awake, hanging upside down by chains
Hands tied together, confused and afraid
Suspended above, a boiling cauldron under me
Hideous odors, fill my nose I gag and vomit
Hooded figures stare as I whip around helplessly
Terror takes over, I don’t want to die
I’m screaming as I get, lowered to the pool below
Putrid vapors burn me, the stench is overwhelming
Through the steam I view the horror, of a boiling human stew
Pot of Gore. Blood, flesh and bones
Pot of Gore. Internal organs brew in the broth
My pleading is ignored, as they chant around me
Smoke sears my eyes, I’m going blind into a
Pot of Gore. Buoyant heads are cackling
Pot of Gore. Severed arms beckon me in
Entranced by the aroma of rot and disdain, I unwillingly accept my fate
My body sizzles as I’m dropped into the soup, I have entered a portal to the underworld
I have become one with the undead, mangled and intertwined with my brethren
Transformed into a necronomic servant, a minion set to serve the masters of death
I have been reduced to fluids, I hope at least I fucking taste good
Pot of Gore. Blood, flesh and bones
Pot of Gore. Eternally condemned to hell
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024