SUMMER SLAUGHTER CONTEST: WIN AN ESP GUITAR SIGNED BY THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER AND WHITECHAPEL

slicetwo

BDM – What A Horrible Night to Have a Curse… nothing says summer to me like the destruction of my enemies by the dark ones. It’s really that simple…

Matt

Vicer Exciser…….because genital mutilation and rape is always better when its nice out. \m/

http://www.last.fm/user/M60Patton Patton

I was excited about a guitar signed by Black Dhalia Murder guys and suddenly Whitechapel, you sure know how to kill a boner Metalsucks.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Alex-Johnston/1444803323 Alex Johnston

BDM – Moonlight Equilibrium… This song is the best part of my summer, the chorus is such a perfect anthem. It makes me want to run around, yell really loud, and punch somebody in the face all at the same time.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Harrison-Hatcher/100000832693214 Harrison Hatcher

On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood by the Black Dahlia Murder would have to be my anthem for the summer. Honestly,On Stirring Pots of Salted Blood would likely be more fitting because of my “solution” to the overpopulation of cats in the area. I have to hand it to the kind inhabitants of China though, they really know how to make pussy taste good.

chris

are you guys ever going to announce the The BTBAM AAL tour ?

M’Kay

The Black Dahlia Murder’s ‘The Window’, off Ritual. First of all, because it catchy and musical in a way that they have never sounded like before. It is also the anthem to my summer because it can fit the mood if I’m working out, lounging, driving to work, sodomizing children and ejaculating in their face, getting the mail, etc…

http://www.facebook.com/people/Jake-Irons/1414828115 Jake Irons

During a “Moonlit” night the “Elqualibriam” of the earth fell of balance when an “Ape” committed a “Statutory” act apon a helpless victim. The “Pictures” of the crime where extremely “Vulgar”. As the police had expected, the criminal was “Nocturnal”. It was one of the “Blackest Incarnations” the department of Detroit police had ever seen. They put out a warrant for the beast and said they want to put it in “To a breathless Oblivion”. “This ain’t no fucking love song anybody”, this is a tail of a beast and for this beast, It seems like “it’ll be a terrible night to have a curse” with these officers after it. When they have its head, it’ll be kept as a “Novelty” piece. “Paint it black” they say, for we are now “Warborn!”

Obsequium Mindris

can the guitar NOT be signed by whitechapel? or if they really wanna sign, could they do it on a napkin or something? kthx

Murf

“A Shrine to Madness” by the Black Dahlia Murder. My girlfriend was in the car when I first played it and I saw all the happiness and joy leave her face. After seeing the Black Dahlia live in Nashville and then hearing the new album shit on my girlfriend and I, my summer will never be like this one.

glarry

I Will Return by The Black Dahlia Murder. I am Captain America and I just woke up from a cryonic sleep. Upon waking up I realized that music now is much better than it was back in the 40s.
#IronManisapussy

matt

tbdm- the grave robbers work…shits dope

So I’ve dipped a few fingers off to get that gold for which I lust from her butthole bank and trust,
To the depths of her cavities id bust.

CW

TBDM’s Statutory Ape. Don’t ask why.

lolcats

tbdm- necropolis

not only does it make my butthole tingle, the video revolutionized team bowling into easily the most metal sport since hockey.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Edirin-Ibru/15302724 Edirin Ibru

A SHRINE TO MADNESSSssss! hands down! I’m a grown ass man, and every time that song gets to the part “CULTUS DIABOLUUSss!!! Laus ut FLAMMAAaa!!” I seriously have to turn around and make sure satan isn’t looming over my shoulder with an ice pick! My band gets to open for Dahlia this sat in milwaukee, and the first thing i will say to Trevor, is probably that phrase. ” hey Trevor, how’s it goingCULTUS DIABOLUUSsss!!!” “(sigh), sorry, involuntary reaction to awesomeness”

Anonymous

Yeah, not even gonna bother here. Perhaps if you were giving away an actual ESP and not a shitty LTD, but no.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Adam-Benton/598084866 Adam Benton

My summer jam would have to be BDM’s “Deathmask Divine.” “Why?” you ask in a polite, yet quizzical tone. I’ll tell you why: that song gets me beyond hype. Now to an actual tale involving the song: there I was, calmly sitting on a friend’s porch at a small party, discussing various metal bands and whether they were “trve” or “kvlt” enough to acknowledge liking them. Deciding that no band was obscure or grim enough to deserve our liking, the conversation shifted to summer plans. When it was my turn to announce that I would be going to Summer Slaughter at the 930 club, a thought hit me: “I’m seeing god damn Black Dahlia Murder and god fucking dammit, they’re gonna play Deathmask Divine live.” Without saying a word to my companions, I nimbly (despite my portly build) leaped from the porch and found my landing cushioned by a small Nicaraguan child who happened to be passing at the time. The unfortunate incident left the child a pile of goo, but I kept trucking. I had bigger fish to fry. After power-walking for several blocks, I dove into the manliest, most metal car in the world, a 2005 Touring Edition PT Cruiser. Turning the ignition and hearing the speakers blare to life, I had a second realization. My car adored me so dearly, that it had Nocturnal plugged in, and “Deathmask Divine” waiting for me. With glee and lust swelling up within me, I stomped my heavy size 14 into the accelerator and darted off toward greatness. Unluckily for the previously mentioned Nicaraguan child, he had crawled into the street, where he was promptly reduced to an even gooier past by the silver monstrosity I drove. But I didn’t care, fuck that, I was listening to my favorite BDM song and I had business to attend to. That business began several miles down the road, where I ordered at the McDonald’s drive through, all while still blaring “Deathmask Divine” on repeat. My hunger sated, I opted to not return to the party, but rather to go home. Once there, I calmly turned off my car, and retired to my room for slumber. But my cat, Shotzee the bossest of all hogs, decided I could not sleep on this night. So in retaliation, I screamed the lyrics to “Deathmask Divine” until I was blue in the face. Terrified, Shotzee left me to my dreams, which were rife with the devastation I intend to cause at Summer Slaughter the second Black Dahlia Murder hit that first note on stage.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Jonathan-Fuentes/504424253 Jonathan Fuentes

Definitely Statutory Rape.. Er, Ape.

Charles

The Black Dahlia Murder – Dave Goes To Hollywood. And that’s because when I graduated this summer, I went same morning on the local pub and drink my head full of alcohol with beer. Next morning I woke up next to toilet and my clothes smelling like the mix of beer, cigarettes, puke, pee and shit, this song was actually playing in my head. And well you know, nothing is more summer-ish thing than drinking beer. And smelling bad in the morning.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Ron-Podovich/1337818538 Ron Podovich

Black Dahlia Murder – On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

Brootal song to listen to while im curling 300 pounds at the gym screamin “COME AT ME BRO”

hATE-eR

“No time for weak states of mind
So wake up”

Whitechapel – Exalt

http://www.facebook.com/people/Sanskar-Wagley/1376400331 Sanskar Wagley

TBDM’s Statutory Ape…nothing like songs about war and funny puns to make your summer br00tal

http://www.facebook.com/people/Aaron-Hoye/1031294709 Aaron Hoye

It all began on a cool summer night last winter. The air smelled of B.O. and clove cigarettes, a wind of plague if you will. I could tell I was nearing some sort of industrial/Goth gathering or concert. I had just opened my last packet of Jack Links peppered beef jerky when “rawr!” a small man wearing vampire fangs jumped out of a shrub right near where I was walking. “Give me all your beef jerky!” He shouted “or else!” “Or else what!” I said in a very sarcastic tone and kept walking down the path. Just as soon as I had forgotten about the the lil’ Vamp man, a thick fog started forming all around me. I knew it was that lil bastard trying to get my beef jerky, so I eat as fast as I could. Not Fast enough. There, suddenly standing in front of me was the lil’ Vamp and the largest “woman” I had ever seen. All decked out in a vinyl bra and colorful rainbow tube hair extensions. “Oh Shiiii!” I muttered when she bashed me over the head knocking me out cold. I awoke in what I thought was an alien space ship, lots of smoke bad lights and…. wait glow sticks? They dragged me to the damn Industrial concert! I was bound in glow ropes and odd zipper straps they had taken off of the cool pants they were all wearing. Forced to listen and watch an entire set by Pig Face featuring Zyklon 9 while they all ate my beef jerky. Hours or what seemed like days later they all gathered around me and cast The spell of “bad grammar, punctuation and run on sentences” on me and sent me on my way. All I could think of while leaving was “Ill get my revenge” and “I WILL RETURN”. It is now a cold winter night this summer and “I WILL RETURN” by The Black Dahlia Murder comes on my walkman, I think of that horrible night and my revenge, shutter and think “That is the last place “I WILL RETURN, fuck that shit” and just jam out.

mmmm beef jerky.

Hoye.Aaron@gmail.com

Wookie983

Funeral Thirst by TBDM of course. It is an instant classic and has everything you need to fulfill an awesome summer. Also have you not seen Spongebob rock out to this song?! I mean Spongebob is the essence of fucking summer so it only makes sense!

http://www.facebook.com/people/Michael-Boyd/1280717250 Michael Boyd

(inthesegraywalls@aol.com) Possession all the way, frankly because that kid at the end of their new music video makes me lol over how freaking stupid he is (seriously if youve never seen it watch it). Not mention that riff makes me want to get up and mosh like a 40-year old Cannibal Corpse Fan

http://www.facebook.com/people/Achilles-Kirkikis/1827481700 Achilles Kirkikis

“Fairy Fay” by Whitechapel would be my anthem. Chainsaws, Necrophilia, Sodimizing Orifices, False hope and hocking phlegm in a slut’s face with an open throat bleeding profusely. Its been a pretty bland summer.

Austin Nutter

On Stirring Sea of Salted Blood by Black Dahlia. It transforms a nice day at the lake or a pool party into a voyage on a haunted ship across the endless oceans of hell. Innertubes and rafts with kids on them are replaced by the ships of the damned. Whenever I hear that main riff I just think “it’s go time. We’re gonna make this pool into a whirlpool. Let’s see a fucking circle pit, right now!”. And this circle pit of the damned forms a mighty vortex that sucks helpless vessels in, crashing to the bottom to be engulfed by the endless sea of filth that they were damned to have traversed for all eternity. And in their final moments, when they cease to struggle against their fates, they accept, nay, rejoice, in meeting their ends, for their damnation has finally come to an end, and they may finally rest in peace, having become one with the crimson tides.

peepeebottom

I’m loving Den of the Picquerist. It’s great that BDM is branching out and incorporating styles other than their standard metalcore formula. As much as I love old BDM, this new album kicks so much ass because it’s still their sound but with so much experimentation, and there’s not a single dud on the album.

With that being said, the punk roots of Den of the Picquerist really get me going. It’s the first thing I put on in the morning when I hop in my car on the way to work.

boazhimself

miasma. BDM.
“no we dont wanna work, we just wanna fuck, swallow pills and forget our curses”
and the video sums up the alcohol intake.

plus, whitechapel blows.

YevgoR

Wild Nights, Hot Crazy Days by Judas Priest obviously. Turbo was one hell of an album.

R.

BDM – Moonlight Equilibrium. All summer I’ve heard screaming directed at my house from my Russian neighbors when I play this song. Must be trying to imitate Trevor Strnad’s vocals…

bieberpunch!

‘Nocturnal’ – The Black Dahlia Murder
Simply because It’s been soo damn hot on the east coast that being Nocturnal is the only time I can avoid the heat.
Plus it’s the only death metal song to include the word ‘nostrils’ and still be brutal.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Mike-Insunza/100000222041029 Mike Insunza

I would say Necropolis by BDM. When it plays in my head during my slave retail work I am wisked away to a bowling alley where the Dude,Walter and that cowboy fuck full of Coors Beer are all doing shots off Trevor Strnad’s bacon flavored chocolate fondue fountain that has magically sprouted out of his belly. It is those moments of joy I get durin g this summer full of hot retail shit.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Dustin-Wildcard-Koetsch/1096220255 Dustin Wildcard Koetsch

I’m going old school and just saying the entire Unhallowed album, I bought that the day it came out many moons ago and no matter what I can listen to it front to back all the way through, if i had to choose one song off of it it’s gotta be Contagion, sick shredding solo, and the final lines of the song just beg to bring about chaos, destruction and madness. And as far as Whitechapel goes…..ehhh…I guess Prostatic Fluid Asphyxiation as it’s the only song I remotely remember. GSEbeatdown@gmail.com

MeesterDerp

Moonlight Equilibrium because this entire summer, weird shit had been happening in my house. No lie. Lights going out and coming back, windows shutting and locking, and my cat locked in our fold out shutters.

jakequitts

Black Valor, BDM. WILL YOUR FLESH WITHSTAND THE APOCALYPSE? Why do you think I am tanning all summer, to look good? Not even close. I’m preparing for Armageddon.

Sean

It’s definitely Moonlight Equilibrium. There’s been a vicious surplus in rabbits pestering our local gardens and my werewolf-y affliction is the ultimate pesticide, conveniently enough.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Jordan-Slack/1357099418 Jordan Slack

TBDM – I will return … to your moms bed to fuck the shit out of her for the rest of august. that bitch is psycho in the sack.

mike

Elder Misanthropy by TBDM from their album unhallowed. Try not dancing to that chorus riff. Bet you can’t.

bozium

I will return is the song of my summer because thats the song that black dahlia played last on my stop of summer slaughter and after that show i blazed with trevor, brian, some dudes from darkest hour and some roadies in front of the venue like 100 feet away from cops right after trevor and brian “assassinated” us with the pink swords from the powerglove set. EPIC

Christian Strazisar

Mine would have to be devolved by whitechapel. I live on Michigan so weather changes alot but damn it’s soo hot here so whenever it’s hot I scream “welcome to hell!” but yeah really it’s hotter than satan’s balls over here!

Louise

Whitechapel – Alone in the Morgue is my song for this summer. Mainly because I got to have sex in the back of a hearse to this song! Fucking wicked experience!

Nick

- A Shrine to Madness –
I’ve listened to the Ritual album from start to finish more times this summer than anything else. Any time I hear A Shrine to Madness (even a singe riff from it), I’m drawn back to my first listen through the album. It has been on for almost every bit of mindless work I’ve had to do in the past few months, and has also distracted me from doing many more important things.

Wayne

Statutory Ape. Why? Because I love blasting the song because there’s always a chance that some politically correct asshat will ask me what I’m listening and I can tell them I’m listening to a song called Statutory Ape which immediately piss them off despite the fact the song has nothing to do with underage sex unlike the shitty R Kelly they listen to.

Angel trujillo

WHITECHAPLE -Posession
Nothing like a good summer then a skng to head bang too

http://Listn.to/toarn Taylor Cort

I would have to say massiabolical by Whitechapel…. Something about the low heavy riffs, the kind that shatter your grandmothers hip and skin your puppy that just, idk… Puts the biggist damn smile on my face. (also, some baller pulled up next to me in a caddy playin some rap thang…. I cranked this song and blew him away with my 4 12″ subs… Metal in da getto)

Ryan henry

Moonlight equilibrium, it’s always on my iPod I’m a volunteer firefighter and when I run on calls I always blast it to pump me up for whatever we’ll deal with on scene!

Andy

My summer anthem is without a doubt carbonized in cruciform from BDM, that shits dirty!!!!! in fact thats pretty much my anthem for every season!

http://www.facebook.com/people/Spicoli-Welch/1479112812 Spicoli Welch

BDM – Miasma because I don’t want to work. I just want to fuck, swallow pills, and forget my curses! \m/ Or The Window because I like to sodomize the young and dying :)

Diego Aguilar

Statutory ape: (BDM) i traveled to st louis zoo and fell in love with the monkey exhibit. big ol’ bright red ass with the sun gleaming off of it. my jaw dropped. dick hard as a ryan seacrests calluses from giving handjobs. balls dripping wet. i knew what had to be done. i picked up the nearest orphan because fuck em, and threw him through the glass. this startled the apes as they ran screaming. i ran through the exhibit dodging shit like they were bullets from vietnam. i looked for that bright red ass and chased it down. i leaped about thirty feet in the air and tackled the dick out of that ape. It was love at first sight. me and the monkey locked eyes and a single tear dropped down. we both started making out heavy. sweat and tears running down our faces as we locked lips to the extreme. I invited her out to a movie so we went. we saw friends with benefits. watching mila kunis on the big screen got my penis erect. i did the ol’ popcorn trick and hand my monkey reach in for a handful of popped corn. she touched my dick and flipped out. she started screaming and ran out. I chased her down, tackled her and had my way with her. to this day good ol’ chimp chimp won’t return my calls……its funny how summer works i guess

Frank

The Black Dahlia Murder-The Window, summer is the season in which all predators seek out the young and innocent little children at local water parks and skating rinks. Let us pray for the Earth’s most precious children.

http://Facebook.com Brandon washington

BDM-everything went black because when I saw black dahlia murder something wierd fucking happen when they played that song there was a portal that broke through the stage and five fucking demons came out with a deflorate shirt on and started pitting and they didn’t pit with there arms they pitted with there dicks and it was fucking brutal and when they head banged they fucking created a wave of death and decay and Trevor was like ” fuck that was brutal” and then the demons were like hell yeah it is and then after he show the demons smoke five bowls with black dahlia and snorted some demon crack IT HAPPENED FUCKER \m/

http://www.facebook.com/handsofthedestroyer Kenneth Ashman

“THE WINDOW” BY THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER is my anthem for the summer because, I too, love ejaculating in the mouths of children that, by my hands, are seconds from death. BLESS ALL EARTHS MOST PRECIOUS CHILDREN!!!

maxime

this is exile that pretty awsome

http://www.warninglabelcreations.com warninglabel

The Black Dahlia Murder’s “Moonlight Equilibrium” is the song I listen to while running through the forest, slaking my bloodthirst on whatever poor unfortunate soul happens to stumble across my path, a blinding flash of fatal fur and fangs. After all, we are but beasts.

Daniel

What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse by BDM , for a couple reasons. A: I just got a rom for Castlevania 2: Simons Quest and having that song playing when you hit the day to night transitions(which is a text box that states “What a Horrible night to have a curse”) is awesome. One time, the song started when the text box popped up. B: When me and my buddy were driving around town one night, that song started playing and we kept it on repeat, blasting it as loud as we could as we cruised through the night.

Andrew

Prostatic Fluid Asphyxiation

Because everyone know borderline necrophilia is where all the fun is at! A bloody death and sex in one, how could anyone beat that? Do that shit all summer long and it’ll be a summer of slaughter and bliss.

Joe Kraus

The whole ritual album cause it is the shit

Dillon

In my honest opinion, I’d have to say “A Shrine To Madness” off ‘Ritual.’ It starts out slow, brooding, and dark. Eventually, it picks up, unleashing the true evil from within, ready to maim and corrupt those willing to oppose the reckoning. A true song of celebration. I listen to this song all the time. It gets me at least somewhat stoked for work, despite my hate for it. My friends and I have been banging our heads to this since the album dropped. Honestly, this has not been my year up until this summer, and I can only thank Black Dahlia Murder for that. I bought every album and Majesty within the same month, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Our blades shall speak with eloquence what human words cannot.” – Contagion, TBDM

http://www.facebook.com/people/Kyle-Frieler/100000049854724 Kyle Frieler

Death Mask Divine such an amazing song i have to listen to it atleast once a day

http://www.facebook.com/people/Robert-Erenberg/643578572 Robert Erenberg

I’m actually trying to win this for one of my best friends. This particular friend is one of those spaghetti-and-spousal-abuse Italian stereotypes, so when I hear my summer’s anthem, The Black Dahlia Murder’s “Everything Went Black”, all I can think of is the look on his face when his 5’4″, 43 year old mother introduced us to her brand new, 27 year old, 6’9″ tall, angry Barry White voiced, muscle-bound black boyfriend last week (apparently, “everything going black” includes his mother). That moment + Summer Slaughter coming up? As his equally stereotypical Grandfather Salvatore (I shit you not) might have said while stepping off the boat in New York, “Only in America!”

Miley Cyborg

After having spent the majority of winter and spring cryogenically frozen in a futuristic prison as imagined in the early ’90s, I was released from my imprisonment at the beginning of the summer, and given one main directive: to recapture the fuck out of Wesley Snipes, after he miraculously escaped the same prison, where he was also incarcerated, but not for tax evasion (this time). Probably. Using an arsenal of explosives, a take-no-shit attitude, and a seemingly insatiable appetite for demolition and give-no-fuck-ery, I pursued Wesley Snipes for roughly 71 minutes, aided by Sandra Bullock and a backpack full of badass. During a particularly explosion-raped car-chase, I began to lose sight of my target. In a rage, I did the most logical thing possible: Inserted Miasma into my car’s newfangled compact disc-reader-player-thing, and skipped forward until I heard a song open with a throaty “I just walked in and saw my mom decapitated and crucified, and have been sent into a homicidal rage” scream. It took exactly 2 songs. The song “Flies” became the anthem to my summer at that moment, giving me that extra shot of audio-violence needed to barrel-roll my way into the fucking “Record Book of Epic Shit”. If that’s not a thing, it should be. With a new soundtrack of annihilation, various other not-so-family-friendly unorthodox methods, and a lack of giving even half a shit about collateral damage, I eventually brought Wesley Snipes to justice, and immediately proceeded to mount Sandra Bullock on the hood of a half-demolished police car, because fuck you, that’s why.

Ruben Arends

Statutory Exile (statutory ape + this is exile)

http://www.facebook.com/people/Francis-Terrance/530806269 Francis Terrance

A Vulgar Picture Is my anthem of the decade! I saw these guys many times live and was tore up in many pits and it was all a blast! For Whitechapel (this will be my first time seeing them live) Posession! Gotta get my pits sweaty and Bash some skulls in the pit. All hail Metal and nothing better when some sweaty dude who smells like BO and Beer smashes into you and leaves ya Bruised and Smelly!!!!

carl

breeding violence i listen to it basically everyday and when i go and drive around i blast white chapel

Aaron Gray

I awoke upon a sea of corpses. Blood had caked upon my flesh and upon the hardened ground, etching dark rivers over the rotting landscape. I gazed upon the faces beneath me, vacant eyes staring unto the stars. Fires blazed all around me, adding light to a blackened sky. Shadows bloomed among the rubble and ashes, strewn upon the crimson mud. My head pounded and my limbs were like lead as I begin to wade through the dead, groping for the hilltop in front of me, the only place untainted. Strength degraded, I reached the hilltop and looked on the scene below me, men entangled in the sickening dance of death. Clear songs rang out from their blades, and the cries of the fallen laid upon my ears as I began the descent into the midst of them. I was immediately dragged into the fray, forced to defend against a wave of men, exhausted and desperate. Too soon did my blade become drenched in their life, rusted iron enveloped with viscous gore. The muscles in my arm burned with each defense, sinews seemingly torn from their marrowed embrace. I did not know how long I could continue, one more drooping figure in the pale light of dawn. At times, like the tides, the men would ebb and flow, short respites given to the dead and the damned, until the swell would crash against us once again. Time had stood still and I was numb with fear but still I fought on. My mind had become detached from my physical body, concerned only with key movements and not pain; parry, riposte, thrust, repeating endlessly for what seemed eternity. Abruptly, a voice penetrated my isolated psyche and I turned to its origin. A man stood, bedecked in armor of the most brilliant colors, cerulean, crimsons and shades of gold, the purples of silk encapsulating his prestige and glory. My damaged mind began to recollect earlier events, and I knew at once this man was the Warborn, our leader. This carnage had been ongoing for many days, the results of our attempt at siege. Tearing my gaze from him, I looked round about and noticed we were not under fear of attack for the first time in so long. His voice continued to radiate, lips moving, my feebleness causing me to struggle and strain to hear his
words:

We are the blackness of the night,
cold wind that cuts your flesh.
We are the enemy praying for your certain death.
We are what was, will be forevermore
In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark…
We are the sliver in your god’s feeble hand,
during the silent hours, the shadows we command.
We’re the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
for aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!

At this conclusion he pointed to a towering object in the distance, the source of our agony and potential glory. A wrenching sound came from behind us followed by a tumultuous roar as stones the size of cattle were tossed by the trebuchets to our rear. The sound of splintering wood and stone carried upon the wind, invigorating our bodies. The ferver of blood lust came upon us all as we began to rush the fortress with faces grim and pale, our pain forgotten. The light of dawn dispelled the shadows as we began our attack, falling upon the tattered banners and bloody flags we carried. Stones continued to thunder into the fortress walls, decaying the already weakened defense. Shouts of rage mixed with the whir of arrows, that passed between us. We threw ourselves upon the twisted metal of the porticullis, clambering atop it and entering the fortress courtyard. No man could stand against us, and those who did, either brave or too distraught to care, were cut down with force immeasurable. We spared none and rode proudly on the winds of death, the fear of our force blinding the weak. Flames licked from the ruins hit with arrows corrupted. Into these flames we marched, reborn as our foe was eradicated.

A thick silence descended upon us as we began the task of dispatching the dying, an identical scene to the one I had awoken to in the night. Whispers began to float among us and we formed ranks, as a man in white cloth strode upon the corpses, the blood leeching onto the hem of his robe. He is the eldest, his name has not been
spoken in the old tongue, for centuries. Not even whispered by the old ones. He stopped upon a pile of dead men, and began to speak. A whimper escaped from the man below him. The unnamed stooped and took the man’s head in his hands and twisted violently, shattering the vertebrae in his neck, sending the man to a breathless oblivion, all the while softly singing a hymn for the wretched.

:P, so hopefully I don’t get disqualified but my three favorite TBDM songs are Hymn for the Wretched, Warborn and To a Breathless Oblivion so they had to be included in there. Plus what is more metal than an epic battle type thing? I also included some other song references, some right from lyrics, see if you can find em all :D! (hint: a few are from black/extreme metal but that’s the only hint im giving)

live_to_run@live.ca

Stephen Jacquot

The anthem for my summer is Festering Fiesta by Whitechapel. Nothing is better than Mexican food and death metal.

david passmore

My favorite summer anthem has to be tbdm’s “what a horrible night to have a curse on”

At seventeen I’m a young metalhead, but I wouldn’t give up the music for anything. I blast tbdm and whitechapel at every football summer lifting session and make the little hip hop kids shit themselves. Every time I go for a new max lift I put a horrible night on, it pumps me up like nothing else. I’m postponing getting my license and a football camp just to come see summer slaughter in august, and I can’t fucking wait.

paul hidalgo

Tbdm for me is I’m charming (miasma album) because I let my cock talk for me
And for whitechapel .. bleeding violence (a new era of corruption) bc once a man became an beast he will make the whole summer into a slaughter

trevor m

I love bdm but the soundtrack to every single summer I have is Prostatic Fluid Asphyxiation by whitechapel because I’m taking it deep from my work 84 hours a week until October. I took tomorrow off to see Summer Slaughter in Detroit, and they gave me the hassle. Last day off until October 13. Oh well time to suck the summers dick. They’re just lucky my summer song isn’t breeding violence…..

http://www.planetarysanctum.com Connor

I have a pretty good background with The Black Dahlia Murder as they were one of my introductory experiences in extreme metal, and one of the first metal songs I learned on guitar was their cover of “Paint it Black.”

I guess you could say I went through a phase with these guys there for about 6 months where I would listen to different songs from “Miasma” and “Unhallowed,” but I soon moved on to other bands. It would not be until they released “Nocturnal,” which was seminal in solidifying their sound, that I Will Return, I thought, to a former favorite once more. I listened to this album nonstop, and I can’t really say why…aside from the fact that it just clicked with me. Not only did this mark the advent of the sound they would build on for the next few years, but it introduced me to melodic death metal in a new way. I began to truly seek out other bands that they were influenced by. At the Gates are an obvious example, and furthermore, I found myself loving them as well and learned some of their other songs on guitar as well.

I guess you could say that they’ve been a favorite of mine ever since, not just for the music, but for the knowledge of everything those guys put into it.

Now, for my summer song selection. It would most definitely have to be a tie between Of Darkness Spawned and Blood in the Ink. The morbid tone and imagery of the two songs have fed my creative imagination many times in shape of my personal writings and inspiration.

I also know that I have a journey before me to give credence to passing of ages; my transition into manhood. When I do embark on my journey abound On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood, only to Conspire with the Damned, it is surely true that The Black Dahlia Murder will be my thematic soundtrack.

Upon approaching shores of Necropolis and ascending to the Picquerist’s Den, I will remove my Deathmask Divine to Worship Only what The Black Dahlia Murder Bleed: My life transcending boundaries of of the spiritual realm, performing my Ritual; to start anew the tune of some of the best fucking metal of our time.

Ganny

Miasma all day!!! I live in jersey so as im sure u all know (thanks to the souless producers at m t v) that “its just another peace of shit” after another out here in the summer… They polute our beaches, clog up our roads, fight our locals, and harass our women on a regular basis and we’re left to clean up the mess, fucking savages… The only solace I get is blasting some dahlia and telling them what I really think about them ( plus scaring all the families with all the “evil” music. They hear it n think I’m the bad guy but it’s really them who are the pieces of shit

J.D. Myers

Honestly, I hate these stupid things. Who ever wins these things? I spend hours and hours filling out this shit, to no avail.

In a sense…. I enjoy the agony.
(blah blah blah blah where’s the breakdown)

FUCK!!!

merginator

Whitechapel – Of Legions. Cuz I don’t need lyrics to be ANGRY.

Bryan Graham

WhiteChapel-”This Is Exike”
Why?
Because it’s the title track off of my favorite album of the year.
To prove what the album ment to me I got “EXILE” tattooed across my chest
because exile is BRÜTALLLL!

Thanks.
Bryan Graham

P.S. Ritual is epic also :]

Richard

Whitechapel’s “To All That Are Dead”
I was listening to it during a Machine Head mosh so that I wanted to punch some people! They didn’t know how to mosh, so I showed ‘em how because of that song.

Will Matica

My anthem is Deathmask Divine cause it just absolutely destroys. The double bass and solos in it just blow me away. Black Dahlia, you guys kick ass at the melodic soloing over the heavy as hell shit. I’ve read about how hard both Whitechapel and Black Dahlia work at being great at their instruments and it inspires me so much in my own playing. Hell yeah, see you guys at Summer Slaughter!

Sucia Mendez

The Somatic Defilement- White (fucking) Chapel is the song of the fucking summer. Ahh all those summer nights going out with the love off my life Cramer and turning every body that falls into our laps into pathetic lifeless mush. Yeah I’d say The Somatic Defilement is the song of my summer because it bonds me and my fucking brootal fuck for a boyfriend. Fuck these other comments

cody lachappelle

Nocturnal cuz the sun is hot here in Texas, we need eternal darkness! Alaska here I come

Casey

Christ Deformed (BDM). This summer is all about peppering faces…

http://facebook.com/steve.deaugustino steve deebo

Whitechapel – Ear to Ear.

“Melting the skin to climax again.” These lyrics are what summer is all about and the song itself is just total badassery. The breakdown alone will blister your white ass!

Ear to fucking EAR!

http://www.facebook.com/jordan.oates1 Jordan Oates

None. I’m trying not to be a beta this summer.

http://www.facebook.com/jordan.oates1 Jordan Oates

None. I’m trying not to be a beta this summer.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Evan-Gornick/588591444 Evan Gornick

Id have to say Blood In The Ink by The Black Dahlia Murder is my anthem. Ive been a fan since unhallowed came out and have seen them probably 10+ in 9 years. The reason i chose blood in the ink is because last year they came to pittsburgh with obscura and augury and of course they were incredible. They were playing Black Valor and I was moshing in the pit, was tripped and stepped on turns out i had broken my ankle and my foot but i kept moshing the entire rest of the show. I also got a tattoo that says Unhallowed in tribute to the band itself and to commemorate the first album from such an incredible band which is why i chose Blood in the Ink for the lyrics:
“You’ve broken your bones in violent ritual. Tattooed black your flesh in our name”

They have literally changed my life, they were my first experience with death metal which is now a huge part of my life.

Chris Moccio

Horror Cosmic!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I gotta say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B-dizzle

Vicer Exciser because I’m sexing them Whitechapel, London, England women in all the gorey kinds of ways

Darkreaper002@aol.com

Brandon bonner

I would have to say singlefile to dehumanization by whitechapel. Cause Ive been listening to it non stop ever since I got the album new era of corruption, and the the lyrics make me calm when I’m pissed and so does the instruments. The song keeps me from killing my step dad lol. And not trying to be a wimp or anything I don’t think I won anything in my life and I would love to use this guitar to piss off my step dad by turning my amp all the way up and jam. Well anyways that’s All for now.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Mark-Anderson/1583225469 Mark Anderson

With the release of Ritual, I would choose “Carbonized in Cruciform” by to be my favorite song. Not only does it make me feel like I’m on a giant sized chess board watching a sword fight between Trevor and Mozart, but it also makes me feel like I’m on a giant sized checker board watching Ryan and Brian battle Beethoven, and they are all just writing shit battling kind of like battling the devil on guitar hero, except not gay. Actually the opposite of gay. Because the song makes you feel like your spiraling into hell and all the mole people are wearing Black Dahlia Murder shirts and banging their heads so hard their glasses fall off into the sacrificial stew which licks up the crevices of hell. But this whole time, Shannon and Bart are battling Schubert in a castle dining room, and its like notes instead of lightsabres. But all the strings involved in this extravaganza, ARE lightsabres. Not really, that wouldn’t make sense, they just look like them. They glow and shit.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Mark-Anderson/1583225469 Mark Anderson

With the release of Ritual, I would choose “Carbonized in Cruciform” by to be my favorite song. Not only does it make me feel like I’m on a giant sized chess board watching a sword fight between Trevor and Mozart, but it also makes me feel like I’m on a giant sized checker board watching Ryan and Brian battle Beethoven, and they are all just writing shit battling kind of like battling the devil on guitar hero, except not gay. Actually the opposite of gay. Because the song makes you feel like your spiraling into hell and all the mole people are wearing Black Dahlia Murder shirts and banging their heads so hard their glasses fall off into the sacrificial stew which licks up the crevices of hell. But this whole time, Shannon and Bart are battling Schubert in a castle dining room, and its like notes instead of lightsabres. But all the strings involved in this extravaganza, ARE lightsabres. Not really, that wouldn’t make sense, they just look like them. They glow and shit.

TylerRabidood

The anthem for my summer is of course “I Will Return” by The Black Dahlia Murder off of the album Deflorate. There’s nothing like showing all the people who think you’re not good enough to go to college than blasting this in their faces as a big ol’ “FUCK YOU.” Not only is The Black Dahlia Murder my favorite band and I get to see them thrash the fuck out on this year’s Summer Slaughter, but they have also created one of the songs that encourages me to get out there and fuck college right in the ass.
I WILL RETURN m/

TylerRabidood

The anthem for my summer is of course “I Will Return” by The Black Dahlia Murder off of the album Deflorate. There’s nothing like showing all the people who think you’re not good enough to go to college than blasting this in their faces as a big ol’ “FUCK YOU.” Not only is The Black Dahlia Murder my favorite band and I get to see them thrash the fuck out on this year’s Summer Slaughter, but they have also created one of the songs that encourages me to get out there and fuck college right in the ass.
I WILL RETURN m/

Daniel

My summer jam is “Of Darkness Spawned” because I do in fact “beat the path that’s traveled less” and I’m “bathing in blasphemy” on a daily basis.

Hatetank

The Black Dahlia Murder’s-”That Which Erodes Most Tender of Things”, because I had to switch to buying cheap toilet paper. It’s going to be a painful summer.

Hatetank

The Black Dahlia Murder’s-”That Which Erodes Most Tender of Things”, because I had to switch to buying cheap toilet paper. It’s going to be a painful summer.

Daniel

My summer jam is “Of Darkness Spawned” because I do in fact “beat the path that’s traveled less” and I’m “bathing in blasphemy” on a daily basis.

Anonymous

The Black Dahlia Murders – “Built for Sin” because it’s am instrumental. You don’t need any fucking words…it’s summer.

Marcus Bautista

ANTHEM OF SUMMER 2011-The Black Dahlia Murder- “Miasma”:

The Summer in this year of our Lord, 2011 AD, created a stir of noxious pollutants and brutal heat that blanketed the eastern coast of our United States. This Miasma forced the sweltering masses to the confines of their quarters to escape the relentless fury of the heathen whore they name “Summer”.

Anonymous

The Black Dahlia Murders – “Built for Sin” because it’s am instrumental. You don’t need any fucking words…it’s summer.

Marcus Bautista

ANTHEM OF SUMMER 2011-The Black Dahlia Murder- “Miasma”:

The Summer in this year of our Lord, 2011 AD, created a stir of noxious pollutants and brutal heat that blanketed the eastern coast of our United States. This Miasma forced the sweltering masses to the confines of their quarters to escape the relentless fury of the heathen whore they name “Summer”.

Slaughterhouse

BDM – Nocturnal album

I tell you, this summer has been crazy, first off, EVERYTHING WENT BLACK literally the other night when my power went out and it was A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE as I couldn’t see shit and continously tripped over all sorts of shit. My girlfriend at the time decided she was going to tell me she was VIRALLY YOURS which spells doctor visit, if you know what I mean. Hopefully you are lucky enough to not. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love her as I worship only what you bleed, but anything that bleeds for 7 days and doesn’t die is something definitely not trust worthy. The funny thing is, she is a NOCTURNAL creature and tends to be into some kinky shit at those hours. She likes to wear something that she calls a “DEATHMASK DIVINE”. They play a little game with a safe word that you can’t really pronounce so its not really safe in my eyes. He partner (female) are something out OF DARKNESS SPAWNED and you can hear them going at it until CLIMATIC DEGRADATION. They are into that choking shit which sometimes put them into a coma, like TO A BREATHLESS OBLIVION. I am lucky enough that she hasn’t had a child because I tell you what, that child would be WARBORN.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Shane-Foos/100000338201531 Shane Foos

My summer anthem theme is “Possession” by Whitechapel because i do in fact plan on being possessed by the devil this summer and murdering the innocent ;D.

Killfortheatlantic@hotmail.com

http://www.facebook.com/people/Shane-Foos/100000338201531 Shane Foos

My summer anthem theme is “Possession” by Whitechapel because i do in fact plan on being possessed by the devil this summer and murdering the innocent ;D.

Aaron Gray

I awoke upon a sea of corpses, the stench reaching my nostrils in the warm summer air. Blood had caked upon my flesh and upon the hardened ground, etching dark rivers over the rotting landscape. I gazed upon the faces beneath me, vacant eyes staring unto the stars. Fires blazed all around me, adding light to a blackened sky. Shadows bloomed among the rubble and ashes, strewn upon the crimson mud. My head pounded and my limbs were like lead as I begin to wade through the dead, groping for the hilltop in front of me, the only place untainted. Strength degraded, I reached the hilltop and looked on the scene below me, men entangled in the sickening dance of death. Clear songs rang out from their blades, and the cries of the fallen laid upon my ears as I began the descent into the midst of them. I was immediately dragged into the fray, forced to defend against a wave of men, exhausted and desperate. Too soon did my blade become drenched in their life, rusted iron enveloped with viscous gore. The muscles in my arm burned with each defense, sinews seemingly torn from their marrowed embrace. I did not know how long I could continue, one more drooping figure in the pale light of dawn. At times, like the tides, the men would ebb and flow, short respites given to the dead and the damned, until the swell would crash against us once again. Time had stood still and I was numb with fear but still I fought on. My mind had become detached from my physical body, concerned only with key movements and not pain; parry, riposte, thrust, repeating endlessly for what seemed eternity. Abruptly, a voice penetrated my isolated psyche and I turned to its origin. A man stood, bedecked in armor of the most brilliant colors, cerulean, crimsons and shades of gold, the purples of silk encapsulating his prestige and glory. My damaged mind began to recollect earlier events, and I knew at once this man was the Warborn, our leader. This carnage had been ongoing for many days, the results of our attempt at siege. Tearing my gaze from him, I looked round about and noticed we were not under fear of attack for the first time in so long. His voice continued to radiate, lips moving, my feebleness causing me to struggle and strain to hear his words:
We are the blackness of the night,
cold wind that cuts your flesh.
We are the enemy praying for your certain death.
We are what was, will be forevermore
In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark…
We are the sliver in your god’s feeble hand,
during the silent hours, the shadows we command.
We’re the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
for aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!

At this conclusion he pointed to a towering object in the distance, the source of our agony and potential glory. A wrenching sound came from behind us followed by a tumultuous roar as stones the size of cattle were tossed by the trebuchets to our rear. The sound of splintering wood and stone carried upon the wind, invigorating our bodies. The ferver of blood lust came upon us all as we began to rush the fortress with faces grim and pale, our pain forgotten. The light of dawn dispelled the shadows as we began our attack, falling upon the tattered banners and bloody flags we carried. Stones continued to thunder into the fortress walls, decaying the already weakened defense. Shouts of rage mixed with the whir of arrows, that passed between us. We threw ourselves upon the twisted metal of the porticullis, clambering atop it and entering the fortress courtyard. No man could stand against us, and those who did, either brave or too distraught to care, were cut down with force immeasurable. We spared none and rode proudly on the winds of death, the fear of our force blinding the weak. Flames licked from the ruins hit with arrows corrupted. Into these flames we marched, reborn as our foe was eradicated.

A thick silence descended upon us as we began the task of dispatching the dying, an identical scene to the one I had awoken to in the night. Whispers began to float among us and we formed ranks, as a man in white cloth strode upon the corpses, the blood leeching onto the hem of his robe. He is the eldest, his name has not been spoken in the old tongue, for centuries. Not even whispered by the old ones. He stopped upon a pile of dead men, and began to speak. A whimper escaped from the man below him. The unnamed stooped and took the man’s head in his hands and twisted violently, shattering the vertebrae in his neck, sending the man to a breathless oblivion, all the while softly singing a hymn for the wretched.

This happened in the summer of the year 1034, back in the first crusade so I celebrate it by listening to three TBDM songs round the clock: To a Breathless Oblivion, Hymn for the Wretched, and Warborn. It’s a large part of my culture, so I also take the day off of work. This year it happened to fall on my birthday, so the cake that I received was a decapitated head with a “Happy Birthday Crusader!” written in blood underneath. It made me very happy :D. For this reason, these three songs are my summer (and cultural) anthem!

(There are other band or lyrical references within the story, see if you can find em and yes, the story is fictional)

live_to_run@live.ca

Aaron Gray

I awoke upon a sea of corpses, the stench reaching my nostrils in the warm summer air. Blood had caked upon my flesh and upon the hardened ground, etching dark rivers over the rotting landscape. I gazed upon the faces beneath me, vacant eyes staring unto the stars. Fires blazed all around me, adding light to a blackened sky. Shadows bloomed among the rubble and ashes, strewn upon the crimson mud. My head pounded and my limbs were like lead as I begin to wade through the dead, groping for the hilltop in front of me, the only place untainted. Strength degraded, I reached the hilltop and looked on the scene below me, men entangled in the sickening dance of death. Clear songs rang out from their blades, and the cries of the fallen laid upon my ears as I began the descent into the midst of them. I was immediately dragged into the fray, forced to defend against a wave of men, exhausted and desperate. Too soon did my blade become drenched in their life, rusted iron enveloped with viscous gore. The muscles in my arm burned with each defense, sinews seemingly torn from their marrowed embrace. I did not know how long I could continue, one more drooping figure in the pale light of dawn. At times, like the tides, the men would ebb and flow, short respites given to the dead and the damned, until the swell would crash against us once again. Time had stood still and I was numb with fear but still I fought on. My mind had become detached from my physical body, concerned only with key movements and not pain; parry, riposte, thrust, repeating endlessly for what seemed eternity. Abruptly, a voice penetrated my isolated psyche and I turned to its origin. A man stood, bedecked in armor of the most brilliant colors, cerulean, crimsons and shades of gold, the purples of silk encapsulating his prestige and glory. My damaged mind began to recollect earlier events, and I knew at once this man was the Warborn, our leader. This carnage had been ongoing for many days, the results of our attempt at siege. Tearing my gaze from him, I looked round about and noticed we were not under fear of attack for the first time in so long. His voice continued to radiate, lips moving, my feebleness causing me to struggle and strain to hear his words:
We are the blackness of the night,
cold wind that cuts your flesh.
We are the enemy praying for your certain death.
We are what was, will be forevermore
In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark…
We are the sliver in your god’s feeble hand,
during the silent hours, the shadows we command.
We’re the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
for aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!

At this conclusion he pointed to a towering object in the distance, the source of our agony and potential glory. A wrenching sound came from behind us followed by a tumultuous roar as stones the size of cattle were tossed by the trebuchets to our rear. The sound of splintering wood and stone carried upon the wind, invigorating our bodies. The ferver of blood lust came upon us all as we began to rush the fortress with faces grim and pale, our pain forgotten. The light of dawn dispelled the shadows as we began our attack, falling upon the tattered banners and bloody flags we carried. Stones continued to thunder into the fortress walls, decaying the already weakened defense. Shouts of rage mixed with the whir of arrows, that passed between us. We threw ourselves upon the twisted metal of the porticullis, clambering atop it and entering the fortress courtyard. No man could stand against us, and those who did, either brave or too distraught to care, were cut down with force immeasurable. We spared none and rode proudly on the winds of death, the fear of our force blinding the weak. Flames licked from the ruins hit with arrows corrupted. Into these flames we marched, reborn as our foe was eradicated.

A thick silence descended upon us as we began the task of dispatching the dying, an identical scene to the one I had awoken to in the night. Whispers began to float among us and we formed ranks, as a man in white cloth strode upon the corpses, the blood leeching onto the hem of his robe. He is the eldest, his name has not been spoken in the old tongue, for centuries. Not even whispered by the old ones. He stopped upon a pile of dead men, and began to speak. A whimper escaped from the man below him. The unnamed stooped and took the man’s head in his hands and twisted violently, shattering the vertebrae in his neck, sending the man to a breathless oblivion, all the while softly singing a hymn for the wretched.

This happened in the summer of the year 1034, back in the first crusade so I celebrate it by listening to three TBDM songs round the clock: To a Breathless Oblivion, Hymn for the Wretched, and Warborn. It’s a large part of my culture, so I also take the day off of work. This year it happened to fall on my birthday, so the cake that I received was a decapitated head with a “Happy Birthday Crusader!” written in blood underneath. It made me very happy :D. For this reason, these three songs are my summer (and cultural) anthem!

(There are other band or lyrical references within the story, see if you can find em and yes, the story is fictional)

live_to_run@live.ca

This is Anonymous So I am going to be an Ass Hole says

My summer anthem is definitely “The Window.” Just listen to that song, close your eyes and imagine you’re riding a horse slaying a dragon. Doing this in a public place will also enhance the euphoria.

email: gasrocks@chorus.net

Slaughterhouse

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Slaughterhouse

You guys changed formats and now all the awesome comments are missing

Slaughterhouse

BDM – nocturnal album

I tell you, this summer has been crazy, first off, EVERYTHING WENT BLACK literally the other night when my power went out and it was A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE as I couldn’t see shit and continously tripped over all sorts of shit. My girlfriend at the time decided she was going to tell me she was VIRALLY YOURS which spells doctor visit, if you know what I mean. Hopefully you are lucky enough to not. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love her as I worship only what you bleed, but anything that bleeds for 7 days and doesn’t die is something definitely not trust worthy. The funny thing is, she is a NOCTURNAL creature and tends to be into some kinky shit at those hours. She likes to wear something that she calls a “DEATHMASK DIVINE”. They play a little game with a safe word that you can’t really pronounce so its not really safe in my eyes. He partner (female) are something out OF DARKNESS SPAWNED and you can hear them going at it until CLIMATIC DEGRADATION. They are into that choking shit which sometimes put them into a coma, like TO A BREATHLESS OBLIVION. I am lucky enough that she hasn’t had a child because I tell you what, that child would be WARBORN.

Slaughterhouse

BDM – nocturnal album

I tell you, this summer has been crazy, first off, EVERYTHING WENT BLACK literally the other night when my power went out and it was A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE as I couldn’t see shit and continously tripped over all sorts of shit. My girlfriend at the time decided she was going to tell me she was VIRALLY YOURS which spells doctor visit, if you know what I mean. Hopefully you are lucky enough to not. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love her as I worship only what you bleed, but anything that bleeds for 7 days and doesn’t die is something definitely not trust worthy. The funny thing is, she is a NOCTURNAL creature and tends to be into some kinky shit at those hours. She likes to wear something that she calls a “DEATHMASK DIVINE”. They play a little game with a safe word that you can’t really pronounce so its not really safe in my eyes. He partner (female) are something out OF DARKNESS SPAWNED and you can hear them going at it until CLIMATIC DEGRADATION. They are into that choking shit which sometimes put them into a coma, like TO A BREATHLESS OBLIVION. I am lucky enough that she hasn’t had a child because I tell you what, that child would be WARBORN.

http://www.facebook.com/TheAccursedAnathema Antonio Nazario

My theme song of this summer would have to be Devolver by Whitechapel, due to all of the fucked up shit happening right now it is the perfect song to rage at the world to. Plus it sounds bad ass. With the breathtaking lows, kick ass guitars, and ingenious lyrical content. Rock on Whitechapel and keep putting out brutal ass music!

yomama121492@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/TheAccursedAnathema Antonio Nazario

My theme song of this summer would have to be Devolver by Whitechapel, due to all of the fucked up shit happening right now. The perfect song to rage at the world to, plus it sounds bad ass.

yomama121492@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/TheAccursedAnathema Antonio Nazario

My theme song of this summer would have to be Devolver by Whitechapel, due to all of the fucked up shit happening right now. The perfect song to rage at the world to, plus it sounds bad ass.

yomama121492@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/TheAccursedAnathema Antonio Nazario

My theme song of this summer would have to be Devolver by Whitechapel, due to all of the fucked up shit happening right now. The perfect song to rage at the world to, plus it sounds bad ass.

yomama121492@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/harrison.hatcher1 Harrison Hatcher

My summer anthem would have to be “On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood” off of the Black Dahlia Murder’s “Ritual.” I have to say that “On Stirring Pots of Salted Blood” might be more fitting due to my new East Asian derived diet and my plan of action for controlling the overpopulation of cats in my area. I have to give credit to the kind-hearted people of the Orient, you sure know how to make pussy (cats) taste good.

washburnibanez69@yahoo.com

Felix girard

The Black dahlia murder’s song :” Flies ” because in fucking quebec flies and mosquito are a fucking infection… listening to this song chasing them and destroying them is awsome ! HAIL TBDM.

http://www.facebook.com/harrison.hatcher1 Harrison Hatcher

My summer anthem would have to be “On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood” off of the Black Dahlia Murder’s “Ritual.” I have to say that “On Stirring Pots of Salted Blood” might be more fitting due to my new East Asian derived diet and my plan of action for controlling the overpopulation of cats in my area. I have to give credit to the kind-hearted people of the Orient, you sure know how to make pussy (cats) taste good.

washburnibanez69@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/harrison.hatcher1 Harrison Hatcher

My summer anthem would have to be “On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood” off of the Black Dahlia Murder’s “Ritual.” I have to say that “On Stirring Pots of Salted Blood” might be more fitting due to my new East Asian derived diet and my plan of action for controlling the overpopulation of cats in my area. I have to give credit to the kind-hearted people of the Orient, you sure know how to make pussy (cats) taste good.

washburnibanez69@yahoo.com

Felix girard

The Black dahlia murder’s song :” Flies ” because in fucking quebec flies and mosquito are a fucking infection… listening to this song chasing them and destroying them is awsome ! HAIL TBDM.

Felix girard

The Black dahlia murder’s song :” Flies ” because in fucking quebec flies and mosquito are a fucking infection… listening to this song chasing them and destroying them is awsome ! HAIL TBDM.

Felix girard

The Black dahlia murder’s song :” Flies ” because in fucking quebec flies and mosquito are a fucking infection… listening to this song chasing them and destroying them is awsome ! HAIL TBDM.

http://www.facebook.com/harrison.hatcher1 Harrison Hatcher

My summer anthem would have to be “On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood” off of the Black Dahlia Murder’s “Ritual.” I have to say that “On Stirring Pots of Salted Blood” might be more fitting due to my new East Asian derived diet and my plan of action for controlling the overpopulation of cats in my area. I have to give credit to the kind-hearted people of the Orient, you sure know how to make pussy (cats) taste good.

washburnibanez69@yahoo.com

Mark Solazzo

My summer anthem is Deathmask Divine. Simple response I want to zombie fuck everything. And whats better than necrophilia? NOTHING

mark_solazzo@yahoo.com

Mark Solazzo

My summer anthem is Deathmask Divine. Simple response I want to zombie fuck everything. And whats better than necrophilia? NOTHING

mark_solazzo@yahoo.com

Mark Solazzo

My summer anthem is Deathmask Divine. Simple response I want to zombie fuck everything. And whats better than necrophilia? NOTHING

mark_solazzo@yahoo.com

Bayjas

Flies. I see them everywhere when im working ungodly long shifts at mcdonalds. Flies are everywhere. Even on the computer screens! “The smell of vomit hangs in the air tonight”. Man, it smells like vomit in the back of the store. It makes me want to die. A fat woman is also allowed to sit in a chair and work while i have to stand. “Slow internal suicide” Humanity is doomed.

Bayjas

Flies. I see them everywhere when im working ungodly long shifts at mcdonalds. Flies are everywhere. Even on the computer screens! “The smell of vomit hangs in the air tonight”. Man, it smells like vomit in the back of the store. It makes me want to die. A fat woman is also allowed to sit in a chair and work while i have to stand. “Slow internal suicide” Humanity is doomed.

Bayjas

Flies. I see them everywhere when im working ungodly long shifts at mcdonalds. Flies are everywhere. Even on the computer screens! “The smell of vomit hangs in the air tonight”. Man, it smells like vomit in the back of the store. It makes me want to die. A fat woman is also allowed to sit in a chair and work while i have to stand. “Slow internal suicide” Humanity is doomed.

Bayjas

Flies. I see them everywhere when im working ungodly long shifts at mcdonalds. Flies are everywhere. Even on the computer screens! “The smell of vomit hangs in the air tonight”. Man, it smells like vomit in the back of the store. It makes me want to die. A fat woman is also allowed to sit in a chair and work while i have to stand. “Slow internal suicide” Humanity is doomed.

Kyle Strother

“Breeding Violence” by Whitechapel. With it’s winding vocal rhythms and vicious grooves, this is the ‘Chapel song that’s been getting the most attention in my car stereo this summer. But enough with this descriptive bullshit, time to go take a dump…. It’s so fucking relaxing. Oh no, not Whitechapel, i was talking about my shit. Yeah anyway, Breeding Violence makes me want to thrash shit up. And this guitar would make that thrashing turn into fucking metal. Fuck yeah.

Kyle Strother

“Breeding Violence” by Whitechapel. With it’s winding vocal rhythms and vicious grooves, this is the ‘Chapel song that’s been getting the most attention in my car stereo this summer. But enough with this descriptive bullshit, time to go take a dump…. It’s so fucking relaxing. Oh no, not Whitechapel, i was talking about my shit. Yeah anyway, Breeding Violence makes me want to thrash shit up. And this guitar would make that thrashing turn into fucking metal. Fuck yeah.

Kyle Strother

“Breeding Violence” by Whitechapel. With it’s winding vocal rhythms and vicious grooves, this is the ‘Chapel song that’s been getting the most attention in my car stereo this summer. But enough with this descriptive bullshit, time to go take a dump…. It’s so fucking relaxing. Oh no, not Whitechapel, i was talking about my shit. Yeah anyway, Breeding Violence makes me want to thrash shit up. And this guitar would make that thrashing turn into fucking metal. Fuck yeah.

Kyle Strother

“Breeding Violence” by Whitechapel. With it’s winding vocal rhythms and vicious grooves, this is the ‘Chapel song that’s been getting the most attention in my car stereo this summer. But enough with this descriptive bullshit, time to go take a dump…. It’s so fucking relaxing. Oh no, not Whitechapel, i was talking about my shit. Yeah anyway, Breeding Violence makes me want to thrash shit up. And this guitar would make that thrashing turn into fucking metal. Fuck yeah.

Anonymous

“Eyes of Thousand” – Black Dahlia Murder

Anonymous

“Eyes of Thousand” – Black Dahlia Murder

Anonymous

“Eyes of Thousand” – Black Dahlia Murder

Anonymous

“Eyes of Thousand” – Black Dahlia Murder

Gasrocks

My summer anthem is definitely the “The Window” by BDM. Just listen to the song, close your eyes and imagine your riding a horse slaying a dragon. Doing this in a public place will enhance euphoria.

email: Gasrocks@chorus.net

Gasrocks

My summer anthem is definitely the “The Window” by BDM. Just listen to the song, close your eyes and imagine your riding a horse slaying a dragon. Doing this in a public place will enhance euphoria.

email: Gasrocks@chorus.net

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000389707984 Tommy Dust

“On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood”
This song is my summer anthem because of the memories to be had, blasting it in my friends Hyundai. He just graduated from UF, getting his bachelors degree in Mathematics, and we are making the 4 and a half hour trip from Tampa to Ft. Lauderdale to go and jam the fuck out with 9 bad ass bands and enjoy the rest of the road trip getting my homie laid after 4 years of hardcore book grinding. :)

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000389707984 Tommy Dust

“On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood”
This song is my summer anthem because of the memories to be had, blasting it in my friends Hyundai. He just graduated from UF, getting his bachelors degree in Mathematics, and we are making the 4 and a half hour trip from Tampa to Ft. Lauderdale to go and jam the fuck out with 9 bad ass bands and enjoy the rest of the road trip getting my homie laid after 4 years of hardcore book grinding. :)

Simon

TBDM’s I’m Charming because this summer i’m :
Crazy
Hairy
Articulated
RedHead
MetalHead
Incapacitated
Not eating tomatoes ( I just hate them…)
Guitar grinding

Brandon

The black dahlia murder’s climactic degradation. The songs lyrics are just so brutal and I can’t but put it on repeat everytime it comes on

Brandon

The black dahlia murder’s climactic degradation. The songs lyrics are just so brutal and I can’t but put it on repeat everytime it comes on

Brandon

The black dahlia murder’s climactic degradation. The songs lyrics are just so brutal and I can’t but put it on repeat everytime it comes on

Brandon

The black dahlia murder’s climactic degradation. The songs lyrics are just so brutal and I can’t but put it on repeat everytime it comes on

Simon

TBDM’s I’m Charming because this summer i’m :
Crazy
Hairy
Articulated
RedHead
MetalHead
Incapacitated
Not eating tomatoes ( I just hate them…)
Guitar grinding

Simon

TBDM’s I’m Charming because this summer i’m :
Crazy
Hairy
Articulated
RedHead
MetalHead
Incapacitated
Not eating tomatoes ( I just hate them…)
Guitar grinding

Simon

TBDM’s I’m Charming because this summer i’m :
Crazy
Hairy
Articulated
RedHead
MetalHead
Incapacitated
Not eating tomatoes ( I just hate them…)
Guitar grinding

Wilson Bales

Ritual cd since my car won’t let me remove it. My car has excellent taste.

Wilson Bales

Ritual cd since my car won’t let me remove it. My car has excellent taste.

wilson

Ritual cd since my car won’t let me have it back. My car has excellent taste.

wilson

Ritual cd since my car won’t let me have it back. My car has excellent taste.

Conan

Den Of The Picquerist by Black Dahlia Murder. It started playing and proceeded to kick all of the generic deathcore bands in the dick, and then it made them apologize for calling their mishmash of bree bree vocals and chug-a-lug breakdowns deathcore.

http://www.facebook.com/jake.quittschreiber Jake Quittschreiber

BDM – Black Valor, WILL YOUR FLESH WITHSTAND THE DAWNING OF THE APOCALYPSE? Have I been outside tanning all summer long just to look good? Hardly, I am preparing my flesh for Armageddon.

jakequitts@gmail.com

http://www.facebook.com/jake.quittschreiber Jake Quittschreiber

BDM – Black Valor, WILL YOUR FLESH WITHSTAND THE DAWNING OF THE APOCALYPSE? Have I been outside tanning all summer long just to look good? Hardly, I am preparing my flesh for Armageddon.

jakequitts@gmail.com

Ivy

“Deathmask Divine” has to be it for me! Best lyrics to just scream along with driving down the highway! The Black Dahlia Murder is the fucking best!!!!

Ivy

“Deathmask Divine” has to be it for me! Best lyrics to just scream along with driving down the highway! The Black Dahlia Murder is the fucking best!!!!

Biclops

Deathmask Divine – It reminds me of a summer romance I had down by the shore. Alas, our paths led us in different directions; I was headed back north to finish my final semester, and she was slowly decomposing in room 112 of the Ocean City Budget Lodge. Still, whenever I hear a wave crashing, I remember her name, and I’m forced to gaze at the missing person photo they handed out at her pre-school.

Biclops

Deathmask Divine – It reminds me of a summer romance I had down by the shore. Alas, our paths led us in different directions; I was headed back north to finish my final semester, and she was slowly decomposing in room 112 of the Ocean City Budget Lodge. Still, whenever I hear a wave crashing, I remember her name, and I’m forced to gaze at the missing person photo they handed out at her pre-school.

Biclops

Deathmask Divine – It reminds me of a summer romance I had down by the shore. Alas, our paths led us in different directions; I was headed back north to finish my final semester, and she was slowly decomposing in room 112 of the Ocean City Budget Lodge. Still, whenever I hear a wave crashing, I remember her name, and I’m forced to gaze at the missing person photo they handed out at her pre-school.

Biclops

Deathmask Divine – It reminds me of a summer romance I had down by the shore. Alas, our paths led us in different directions; I was headed back north to finish my final semester, and she was slowly decomposing in room 112 of the Ocean City Budget Lodge. Still, whenever I hear a wave crashing, I remember her name, and I’m forced to gaze at the missing person photo they handed out at her pre-school.

Biclops

Deathmask Divine – It reminds me of a summer romance I had down by the shore. Alas, our paths led us in different directions; I was headed back north to finish my final semester, and she was slowly decomposing in room 112 of the Ocean City Budget Lodge. Still, whenever I hear a wave crashing, I remember her name, and I’m forced to gaze at the missing person photo they handed out at her pre-school.

http://www.facebook.com/people/Seth-Jones/736964211 Seth Jones

Death Mask Divine by Black Dahlia Murder,