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The Last Band on the Left

by The Conjured

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Open the cage door, let the doe to the hounds Screams in the halls are the only sounds From shadows, I stalk my human being prey Their lives are just toys with which to play Waiting for the victim trapped within this torture house Tearing them apart after I pounce upon the mouse When they’re within an inch of life, I throw them in a cage Laughing as they sob and weep and cry out from their rage Taking life to constitute my own Seeking immortality within the stone Walls of my domain hiding inside the dark Ruling alone as an undying patriarch Your body is just like a doll Thrown about in these decrepit halls Once I’m done, your carcass won’t be found Left to rot within my hunting grounds
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The cattle slaughterhouse lies silent in the lonely plains The rural drought of fresh meat brings my empty stomach pain The daily flesh of any animal is what I crave It’s time to go hunting for the most dangerous game Local legends lure curious fools my shack They go down with just one whack, then I begin to hack The roar of my chainsaw is the last thing they all hear I savor the screaming and tears as I amplify fear Their broken legs will keep my livestock from running away The strips of meat and slabs of flesh will last for many days My chainsaw carves through human flesh to throw up on the hooks I throw out their bones, hair, and clothes, then I begin to cook I grind up someone’s child into heaps of human beef Their pleading parents on the radio cause me no grief The missing posters go up with the faces of my prey When they’ve already gone through the pipes as brown sewage waste I sit at the table head and prepare a rare steak The browned flesh looks nothing like the people that I take Humans are animals, no reason to see them as more Peel away the skin and they’re just sacks of blood and gore When they’re gone, it’s like gutting a nameless pig or cow Telling apart faces is like telling apart sows I bite into their flesh and can’t wait til more meat arrives The spinning teeth of my chainsaw will end their worthless lives
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Fruits - dying on the vine Iron - rust in passage of time Life - evolve through the age Metal - stagnant in a cage Trapped within the decades past Yet feels deemed the right to blast Music driving modern sound Content to let metal drown Fools - claiming to accept Yet - conformity is kept Looks - important above all Progress - in metal has stalled Open your eyes to the clear truth New ideas should arise with youth Good music beats weight and speed But we’re content to sit and bleed Death - is our only path Muck - of mediocrity our bath Noise - it’s all it has become Rust - grows on the strings you strum It can all be so much more Innovate to keep it from a bore Metal should reign as the king Yet we let it lay dying
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Sadist 03:29
Step into the red room, lie on down Close your eyes as the blindfold wraps around Leather's gonna crack against your skin Gonna take your body out for a spin I hold all of the power And I will soon devour Get on all fours, get that ass in the air Say "thank you master" as I grab your hair Let me hear you squeal as the paddle cracks you hard Melt under my thumb and completely drop your guard I stick it in with one hand clutching your hips The other's gonna swing a nine-tail whip I am the pleasure you receive from pain Pushing your senses 'til you feel like going insane Bound in ropes, your sense of freedom quickly wanes Serving me is all that will be on your brain Cry out "yes" as welts are left by the cane Lost in bliss as I bind your limbs in chains Wirthe underneath me as your insides are stained The care you receive after's like burns healing in the rain
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From sand to sea, I lead by steel By sword and spear, spread the crown’s will All who stand against will fall When they hear the war horn’s call Fires of the dead light the night Glory of a triumphant fight My army will make them bend the knee I will only know victory Stench of death will fill the air Teeth of the wolf pack will bare Crushing all beneath our heels Until all before us kneel We will show them no mercy Die or surrender to me I will place the world in my hand Until the end, my flag shall stand A name to be forever etched Among the names of gods and men Stories forever are told Of I who claimed pleasures and gold Rise my men and laugh at death We’ll send him scores to cull their breath Raise our cups to drink their wine On fallen men, the vultures dine We will never know defeat The devil we will one day meet When unto death I am made known I’ll then conquer Hell’s brimstone throne Bloodlines ended by my sword Kingdoms wiped out by the horde Filling Hell’s vaults with their souls Symphony of funeral bells tolls
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Bong Moss 05:06
Born from the moss of abandoned grass Left to grow in the California rain Harvest the dust of the ash and smoke Life's microscopic embryo will reign Globe in the mass of the smoking glass Brown and gray sees green given way Fog up in the winter and summertime pass Aliens from Earth as a billion years flow Leave it to be, their atomic world To watch the next strand of life take form Mini-monkey swing through purple haze of vines While green whales soar in the bong moss's waters Birds fly as high as the edge of the pipe What color is their sky Will their universe be our own world What lies beyond our own
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Riding down the asphalt line in Sonoran heat Mind wanders to the point where sun and sand meet I’m gonna climb a mesa to the sky And sleep upon the rocks in chill of night I’ll wake up drowsy and blind Wandering the desert land, my footprints alone Long for isolation in the empty zone Seeking shade beneath a saguaro stalk Looking down the path I’ll once again walk I’ll ride west thirsty and dry Riding north and west to reach the Mojave Gonna reach the Sierra and Cali montane Spending one last night beneath the Sonoran stars Won’t let any man put me behind jail bars I’ll be free or I’ll die
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One day our world will be destroyed When the sun bursts in the void Destroying all we have made In an instant, mankind will fade None of us will see this death We’ll have long breathed our final breath I’m ready to say goodbye I hope soon they’ll lay me down to die Memories will carry on When my body and soul are gone ‘Til then I will not deny Myself for it would be a lie If it means I’ll burn in Hell With my friends and heroes, I’ll dwell Take my spirit, let it fly And quickly lay me down to die Let my consciousness go blank As though from the river Styx, I’ve drank Let me know how it feels to be Completely separated from my body In the end, it’s all the same We know the result of the game Laid to rest in a pine box Or ground to dust at the last clock Maybe there’s another life Or darkness after all our strife I’m ready to close my eyes I wait and lay me down to die
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A dragon sits in his castle His bloodshot eyes watch the dead writhe A forest of flesh in his midst The condemned impaled upon stakes The devil sits upon his throne His thirst for blood is never quenched His foes’ corpses reach for the sky Their souls plunge to the depths of Hell Wallachian horror Son of the dragon Wallachian horror Voivoda A prince watches his soldiers kill Slaughter in the name of the lord The invaders flee in terror At the sight of rotting carrion Wallachian horror Son of the Devil Wallachian horror Kazıklı Bey

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The Conjured brings its newest release and first full-length album in almost three years! This raw, self-produced album features ten tracks, including an intro track, re-recording of one of the project's first songs, and eight new songs with many different influences. Ranging from speed metal to stoner rock, The Last Band on the Left is a giant middle finger to the idea that a band has to stick with a single genre label.

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released April 20, 2022

Michael Jahrling - all instruments, art, recording, and production

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The Conjured Petaluma, California

The Conjured was a music project by Michael Jahrling, the current vocalist for Rail Rage.

The project is officially concluded. While more music is to come, it will no longer be under the banner of "The Conjured".

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