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Voz - Vermis
Guitarra - Manuel K.
Batería - Sebastián L.

*(Bajo en estudio - Vermis)

Invitados especiales:
-Maika Ceres en Track 2 y 3
-Leonardo Carlini y Leonel Madera en track 4
-Rodrigo Costas y Gabriel Brikman en track 5

Grabado, Mezclado y masterizado por Leonel Madera y Vermis
en los estudios de MVSIKA Records.
Artwork: Vermis
Compuesto y producido por Vermis

SOUTH AMERICAN SLUDGE RECORDS [S.A.S. 031]

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released October 24, 2014

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VERMIFORME Uruguay

VERMIFORME es la 1er banda de "Obscure Sludge Doom Experimental" en Uruguay. Música experimental, oscura, corrosiva, hipnótica y densa, que se encarga de matar al 4/4 en sus composiciones dentro de un mundo sin pop ni estribillos pero teniendo siempre presente la escuela Sabbathica como columna vertebral. Formada en el año 2011 por Vermis. Voz, guitarra y compositor de la banda. ... more

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Track Name: Bandaged Worms
I hang worms from the pentagram
they take the form of musical notes
They are no longer butterflies
I bandaged them from toe to head

Silence came into them
I finish the score

I unwrap one by one
and stick them with flies's wings
They breathe again
with their beauty being born.
Track Name: Artificial Flowers
Once again the trees bleed
Children play dodging puddles
Some jump sprinkling flowers
Others just rest their paper boats

*Close your eyes to smell the perfume
Close your eyes to feel ...
Close your eyes to understand
And sense the smell of artificial flowers

The ground is damp, new-born flowers
Plastic flowers, cold, plastic flowers, unscented
Play with me now!

*Close your eyes to smell the perfume
Close your eyes to feel ...
Close your eyes to understand
And sense the smell of artificial flowers
Track Name: Smells Like Insects
Smells like insects......
I see your wings on the side,
and pain corrodes my arm
I do not understand...
The stave notes are incomplete,
the sigh buries the worm.

I'll be back...
I have come to glue your wings.
Set aside your longing to fly for a while.

*Lay down, rest.

Do not wash yourself,
pollen remains on your legs.
There is a petal holding your place,
and leaves awaiting to be scratched.

*Lay down, rest.
Track Name: Insectos Mecánicos
Logre desprender
los hilos de brazos y piernas.
Ahora siento y respiro.

*Somos insectos mecánicos,
somos insectos mecánicos,
sobreviviendo!

Un nuevo ojo empieza a abrirse.
Rotando el eje vertebral,
pecho de fierro a las balas.

Se posan las moscas
en el balcón de mis versos.
Las costillas de las victimas
se congelan…
se quiebran al sentirse
alimento de la muerte.

*Somos insectos mecánicos,
somos insectos mecánicos,
sobreviviendo!
Track Name: Cubo
Desperté
en una habitación sin huecos
Las paredes seguían
paralelamente a los pasos

Caminaba…

…no avanzaba.

La locura acariciaba la piel
Las uñas dibujaban facciones
Ya ni aroma a aire quedaba.
Me detuve…

*CUBO!!!
QUIEBRALO!!!
CUBO!!!
PARTELO!!!


Ra-di-cal-men-te
a-cos-té el- cuer-po
Ra-di-cal-men-te
a-cos-té el- cuer-po
(e intente despertar)
e intente despertar.

La locura acariciaba la piel
Las uñas dibujaban facciones
Ya ni aroma a aire quedaba.
Me detuve…

Ra-di-cal-men-te
a-cos-té el- cuer-po
Ra-di-cal-men-te
a-cos-té el- cuer-po

*CUBO!!!
QUIEBRALO!!!
CUBO!!!
PARTELO!!!


…e intente despertar!
Track Name: Black Song (To Black Sabbath)
The circle starts spinning
The rain hits the ground
and fear becomes inspiration
Insects are hydrated
and flowers darken their petals.

*Worms and flies dress the corpses
Embellishing them to the bone.

The oxide sweetens the ropes,
the dark art is born and the circle continues.

*Worms and flies dress the corpses
Embellishing them to the bone.
Track Name: The Witches' Prologue
Goats become verses
when their throats are being cut.
The blood is slipping from the edge of the knife,
I dip my fingers in the red puddle
and paint the walls in the room.

*This is the prologue to a new chapter,
where Satan’s witches guide me to a new path.

Nothing is the same anymore…
The room darkens and only candles light the place.
Goats, witches, stars and inverted crosses.

*This is the prologue to a new chapter,
where Satan’s witches guide me to a new path.