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Ritually Abused

by Num Skull

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Bleedin' Guts Mikey
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Bleedin' Guts Mikey A botched mastering job with a crushed dynamic range averaging with a DR rating of 6 when measuring the tracks with Dynamic Range Meter. Disgusting. The best version of this album is the first pressing on vinyl, so get that if you can afford it. The T-shirt is pretty cool, though.
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Necr0v0id Raw and Furious, Morbid Thrash Metal with unique distinctive vokills by Skip McGullam!!!! Favorite track: Friday's Child.
Choco Latte
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Choco Latte Num Skull showcase their technical ability and versatility in a seamless performance. 'Ritually Abused' is one of the most important thrash albums ever made. Favorite track: Friday's Child.
Daniel Orozco
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Daniel Orozco Death metal during it's infancy, when it still had it's traces of thrash metal. The vocalist is VERY versatile, not only does he have death metal vocals, but also capable of doing falsettos. Favorite track: No Morals.
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xhrl_ Num Skull’s release of Ritually Abused was significant. It toed the line of death metal; one can hear clear hints of Immolation in some of the riffs. The spitting delivery & effects on the vocals were very unique. As well, the LP remains one of very few DM releases from a midwestern-NA band. The midwest had the proto-death stylings of Macabre and the thrash of Zoetrope, but for thrash that edged closely to death metal, Num Skull were the real deal. Ritually Abused caught them at their peak. Favorite track: Ritually Abused.
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1.
The End 00:16
Asleep at dawn, awake at dusk, Arise in the night time my right time for lust Morbid dreams, unreal it seems Down to the morgue as our Lord lies asleep Creeping in unleashing sin To invade the decayed corpses within I love the touch almost too much Sensing a thrill from the chill as I touch, Stiff and cold she lied, Her life has gone to hide Her fluids have all dried, The smell of death inside Reeking, leaking, As I plunge deep inside Searching for love that I knew I would find Down at the morgue There are stored at this time Bodies that rot, Lie dormant ‘til their time Awaiting the seeds that I bring Relentless affection, perfection, injection No presence of mercy in sight Love after death, No heartbeat no breath The contents of his horrid plight Losing my mind falling in love with the dead!
2.
Rain came down, Small New England town Where religion was the way It was on this night, when discovered was fright As the chapel bells rang out Soon came time as we hear the chime The hour of death began Minister was out, beyond shadows of doubt Wandering in the dark Murder by the Minister Strangest thing you’ve ever heard Invite you in for confession of sin Then he’ll take your life! How long it burned on, the flame of Hell Possession of hatred and death? The Circle was broken leaving a Token A lifeless body of flesh Now the direction, to Hell from Resurrection Leaves a question among us And always we’ll say, it lives on today To torment the souls within us!
3.
The End is near!
4.
No Morals 02:18
Satan, he lives today in children whose minds decay Their elders have lost their way From Jesus to Baphomet, and words of unholy Are used to alter their brains They’re teaching them worship of evil Not heavens in the sky So wake up and see today some children have no escape Or freedom, or hope to pray They’re banished from normal play Actions of their elders are focused on unfocused ways They’re learning to live out their life In sick mollific ways Saddened priests of white religious worship Fall to their knees in disbelief Shattered hopes of one essential worship The lord almighty “Jesus Christ” Time will pass though both religions last The books of both will flood the earth Future or past, existence of black mass Had threatened the meaning of our birth Weak little children six years into life Are forced to betray the blessed cross Caressing the dead and tasting the blood Tormented and ritually abused, so it’s done The words of the priest, The rings of the bell pollute the air The chalice is drained, Satan is praised, A frantic orgy ends the Mass Impression is made, a young mind stained, The knowledge of freedom denied, First had come guilt the parents had built A troubled mind corrupts the child, Involuntary use of Black Evil religion, Foul Witchcraft and spells of Demonism Young minds amounting to a smidgen A forgotten child of Unholyman’s upbringing
5.
Act I Executed for something that you’ve never done Your life has barely even just begun You swear every last one would pay You promise to return from the grave As a man of religion you would die But the promise of God is lies Your faith was given all in vain, Hope – mere illusion in your brain Free from grace of Holy rest, Absolute nocturnal death Soon lie in the grave awaiting those to be repaid The trial – how long you have waited for this day Guilty is what you hope they won’t say But luck forgot your name this day! Sent to Death, Die, No delay Now in your grave you rot, Deep inside your cemetery plot Your epitaph spells out lies, As a friend looks down and cries Break the brace of certain death, Return from your eternal rest Strike out from your very grave, Soon they all will be repaid As you rot awaiting your great transition Patience is a virtue in this plight Hell’s price for rebirth and reprisal Long awaited, Many full moon nights Act II Now the time has ended, your corpse has fallen to dust Your blessed death the jury’s invitation For your falsified unjust Now you’ll gain the satisfaction of your unrelenting thirst But the Hell that’s expected now a violence getting worse Act III My soul is reborn with hatred and scorn For vengeance of death and not prison Beware of my toll, I’ll torture your soul From the Black of Hell I have risen The jurors die in cold blood in their bed For the verdict that left me dead And the lawyer for what went unsaid A pathetic man from Harvard now dead The judge will be torn at space his seams For the hammer that smashed my dreams Now they’re all here in Hell, They learned a lesson I can tell Act IV Free from all the misery, I killed those who sentenced me Sent to die at twenty-three, Now I roam the fiery sea A case with no evidence Ends in Death and Innocence Easy people are misled, Soon victims of undead
6.
There was a man who had a plan That took a bit of wit He took the earth, made human birth And left it all to sit With just one guide he’s set aside In which we were to learn To choose his path or feel his wrath And go to Hell and burn! We all believe it is the way Believing that we should all pray, Life slips away No more beliefs As violence and death come our way It’s all the same, Quite like a game but not upon a board A complex one, Not for fun – created by the Lord You cannot win by choosing sin Knowing Hell awaits Just sing his song and play along Until you reach the gates Such a struggle always trouble, Not what you’d been taught Turn to sin and soon begin to lose Your train of thought Now to you, nothing’s true – You’ve lost your sense of care And now the game is not the same And was never even fair!
7.
The Henchman 04:30
The night was dark, moon was full, Fog was thick, the air was cool The scene was set without regret, All that come shall not forget They gathered here and all did follow, To greet the child of no tomorrow, To see the speed of life and death To feel the strength of Satan’s breath, It happens every hundred years, When mortals choose their strength in fear They’ll sacrifice a newborn child Bred to die all the while Friday’s child will die at birth, A test of faith to prove their worth They conjure Satan to bring him higher The infant screams while bathing in fire The Mass of Hoods that make the crowd close to death Chants get loud… The witch is cast into labor… She pleads but nothing can save her Sound of birth – hear it cry, Soaked in blood – ready to die Altar of Fire burning hot This is Hell, heaven is naught Feel the fire, hear the call, The sickness of Satan fills them all Watch the savior take his final fall!
8.
After the victim’s final plea, From the scene you will flee Then you wait until the night, Keep yourself out of sight Hiding out in the trees, Cold sweat as you freeze French come hunt you down, Await the trial back in town Off with your head! Soon you’ll be dead! Bloody and red! Off with your head! Evidence piles high, Jury looks you in the eye Primitive society, Convicts you- you’re guilty! From your window you will see Where your figure is to be You can’t sleep, You can’t eat ‘cause you know that you’re dead meat! Time has come, You die – see the fear in your eyes Drop the blade, Hear the chop – Now your life and all will stop Off with your head! Now you are dead! The blood is so red! Off with your head! Off with your head!
9.
I was born “The Master of Death”, Creation of Hell “Lucifer’s Breath” sent to kill drifting through time, entering souls controlling their minds I killed the King, I shot the Pope I raped your wife and then made her choke Once as a priest I killed a goat, Now in the night I cut your fucking throat! Day after day, year after year, Breeding the dead, the reason I am here, I never die – I’m Death itself, I fill the grounds and I fill the shelves, Electric chair – I pulled the switch, And in the past I drowned a Witch, I killed the Jews they threw in a ditch I put the dead into their crypt, I stalk you / I hunt you / I chase you / I rape you! I shoot you / I choke you / I stab you / I burn you! I beat you / I axe you / I drown you / I chop you!! They bleed as they plead as they cry and then die!
10.
Cannon balls are waiting, Heavy, hard and black Waiting for time, In which we will attack Jolly Roger is flying high, Seeks you like a scout Treasure, death, and piracy Is what we’re all about We climb aboard your ship To penetrate your neck To leave you in the blood Spilled across the deck And if we let you live you’ll have to walk the plank You know you can’t survive This homicidal prank With the vultures above and the serpents below Out on the high seas there is no place to go It’s Pirate’s Night, Pirate’s Night, They’re out to kill, They set sail tonight, We’ll sail up the coast to rip a little more And leave behind the helpless ships, To coat the ocean’s floor Blackbeard and Captain Hook, A few that keep the faith! We all stand together Though each other we hate With the heavens above and hell below, We still pledge to kill, to rape and to rogue
11.
Rigor Mortis 02:41
The Devil’s dungeon has trapped inside, Your cynical thoughts of death Endless suspicion, driven solely To trouble your knowledge of release Twisting and turning I’m urging questioned oppression That you deplore Searching for answers, There are none in store All leading to reasons of when you will die Soundless hysteria echoes so loudly Through channels of your brain Shredding your lucidity Caused by the constant driving crave Seeking and searching you look for the key Too clever, so never will you be free Harassing and haunting Excision of mercy, all ceasing of soundness Confounded you lose The foolishness of yourself has found you Locked up in a cage Discretion of your brain Has left you knowledgeless of your age You know not yourself, you know not existence Your insight on life is unknown You trouble yourself with theory of death Inversion in you has shown Your mind is in pieces Your conscience is dead, Your activities are restrained You’ve hounded yourself with Theory of Death You’ve driven yourself insane
12.
I met her there by the stairs, She seemed to catch my eye An unknown love sent from above, The last before I die We carried on through the years, Getting worse and worse As time went on our love was gone, Never ending curse I couldn’t see why she left me, All I could see was death I’d made my mind to leave behind, My body, my life, my breath, I’ll buy a gun, Have some fun, Blowing my brains out the back, A helpless try to make her cry, As I perish into the black, She kissed me, she killed me, The love that once filled me Turned black inside my heart She kissed me, she killed me, Life no longer thrills me – Death to me my only friend, Soon to be just a memory I sit and stare at the gun On this night, a silent night, My life of death has begun On to my lips the cold barrel sits, Aiming for my instant death, I pull the lever, its now or never, As I Breathe my final breath, She kissed me, she killed me You know I go willingly Leaving this world behind

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Originally released in 1988, this lost thrash classic is finally seeing the light of day! Fully remastered and featuring an exclusive bonus track, Num Skull’s ‘Ritually Abused’ is truly a forgotten gem primed for rediscovery. Sounding like a demonic blend of Possessed and Slayer ‘Ritually Abused’ sounds as fresh and relevant today as it did when it was first released over 25 years ago. Touching on moments of death-metal, grind, thrash and speed ‘Ritually Abused’ is the ultimate document of a metal band that ‘shoulda been huge’!

"The perfect thrash metal album" - 5/5 Sputnik Music

"one of the most intense and captivating thrash metal albums ever" - ClassicThrash.com

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released September 16, 2014

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Num Skull Winthrop Harbor, Illinois

Num Skull’s ‘Ritually Abused’ is truly a forgotten gem primed for rediscovery. Sounding like a demonic blend of Possessed and Slayer ‘Ritually Abused’ sounds as fresh and relevant today as it did when it was first released over 25 years ago. Touching on moments of death-metal, grind, thrash and speed ‘Ritually Abused’ is the ultimate document of a metal band that ‘shoulda been huge’! ... more

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