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Anamnesis Morbi

by CRROMBID TRAXORM

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1.
Rising Reanimation Three classes of reactions  First class is the slow fission  Protons and neutrons in vectors  Lead your body to submission  Rising from reanimation  Hate to clinics will never change  Medicine must be annihilated  After death wait our revenge To the dead all roads are open  Pain receives its due regard Only lie physicians’ spoken We can`t save us, we can’t guard! Rise up from your graves Kill men! Make them slaves Rip flesh from the bones Eat fresh – fell like home Infected nations – life in Hell Evisceration – plague! Exhumation – chance to dwell. Retaliation – reborn!
2.
Mortalgramma 03:08
Mortalgramma  Dark light switched in the hall Thick doors locked in the wall Client waits, sits on the chair Fear, wrath, death in the air  Voice calls him: “Please come in!” He’s a slave - his doctor`s king Can’t flee - his chain’s too short  Sweat, chill, rot! Retina’s open wide, wires at his side Fasten by the straps, monotonous raps Ravenous sights, worse than wild bites All the doors are locked Current makes you shock Mortalgramma He tried to break the rules He wanted to ban the cruelties He saw his future land Now he’s there, there`s no end! Ooze of phlegm everywhere  Blood on hands means despair  He can’t go through this gate It’s too late!
3.
New Vaccine 07:27
New Vaccine When I see the shadow, when I touch the cradle Behind my lashes, turning to ashes All my sobriety, all my sobriety Can you guess – where is access? When I see the darkness, I will feel the dampness Peering and gnawing, badly annoying All my sobriety, all my sobriety Can you guess? Where is vaccine for treason, for cheat? For your baseness, for slander, for shit? Your ambitious, infectious breed Soon will die, soon will bleed! Where is vaccine for anguish for hate, For conspiracy, murders and fate? But your ignorant, pitiful shade Soon will melt, you`re the late! Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sins! When I see the mirror, it will make it clearer How it`s distorted, how it`s aborted From my society, from my society Can you guess? Where is vaccine for hunger, for wars, For mass media, violence and force? Your skyscrapers of million stores Soon will rot down to their cores Where is vaccine for promises, prays For all perverts, for tolerant gays? But your grinning familiar face Soon be gone without a trace! Can you guess? Where is access? Where is vaccine for liars for fake, For idolatry, apathy, rape? But your willful and hideous shape  Soon be burned at the stake! Where is vaccine for your stinking breath, For the empty and meaningless self? But your temporal, arrogant shell Soon will crack, go to Hell!
4.
Stomatologic operation Throw away your problems at this threshold Life is senseless. Soul was sold You needn`t the narcosis – pay off old scores Make the injection. Call me boss. Hate and love. Your bane – my oath. Treatment is important now. Life and earth. Your death – my birth. Nobody will hear you shout. For my breakfast – I`ll eat your brain. For my dinner – I`ll suck your eyes. For my supper – I`ll guzzle your entrails. To me mind: Your moan is my song. Your hell is my home. Your blood is my grog. I am glad to see you in the morgue. Stomatologic operation – lie, lie, lie, lie! Stomatologic operation – wait to die Stomatologic operation – crime, crime, crime, crime! Without twinge of conscious, disfigured song. So strong! So long! I know myself that time has come. I didn`t understand the taste of life. Spitting blood, one thing I need To try the blunt blade of your knife Dismembered face without brains Like music I enjoy your wild cry Another patient soon will come Another blood, another grief and grime. Killing with no reason – that`s my credo To my mind! Nobody`ll help you out! You disappear! Shine of scalpels, torture gear/ You won`t be forgiven – no escape Microsurgery of your fate Standing pain for many hours Waiting in line Passing many useless tests Registering yourself Attending every day consulting room Listening to their lies in order to die
5.
Each Physician Has His Own Graveyard Now I see a lot of pests On my face and on my breast All my face like dirty blot And I see I have begun to rot I came to insulator Had enemas and warm But death will come much later With intestinal worm Listen to his heart, to his breath  He’s almost dead  This is your fault!  Believe me! Can`t stomach you, stomach you Your face is mad You`re real bullshit Excuse me! Incarnation of violation Pedlar of the filth Wild and greedy teeth Calumny to inspiration Vermins make you stiff Syringe not a myth! Death?! Research! Each physician has his own graveyard  Each physician has his tomb Don`t psyche me out, psyche me out With your cunning tools I can`t stand pain Can`t touch me! Never break away, break away From those rules It is useless Believe me!
6.
Massacre Of The Innocents Spasm squeezed my thorax Vermicide hasn`t helped Hospitalize your child If you don`t want him dead Choose for him trefine Be scorbutic or androgyne Have skin grafting Neoplasty for nervine Mattery pustule Justification for your rapture Ravishment is fine! Perspired walls will become his cradle Antropophagus will became his friend Black corpses will form his mind! He will be brought up in the mourning site Will be investigated by the experts He will survive if he doesn`t die! You deny God, out Herod Give me forceps, time for prolapse Doctor help me! Doctor save me! Don`t touch the scalpel You can`t do well! It`s just a massacre of the infants Play dirty games with the innocents! Tolerance! Gloves you oil! What is your grievance: Palsy or pain? Scurvy or scabies Or the softening of the brain? Choose lobotomy Insulin shock therapy Enjoy bloodletting Or bariatric surgery Mercury treatments Swallow leaches for your supper Oral gavages are nice!
7.
Damage In the 21st Chromosome In the mud of the damned swamp A dwarf was born in a concentration camp  Childhood with insects At the plant he caught defects Now he is living in the direction  Of satisfaction of his infection  Of pollution of execution Of destruction, of corruption  In the connection with annihilation Disintegration of the reaction  Damage in the 21st chromosome  It’s a symptom of the birth of a syndrome  Shock! Germ warfare cracked his skin As a result - inveterated sin Rape and mock, reap disease  Conceived embryos  In prime of grease Neurologist, urologist, Surgeon, venerologist Pathological anatomist Paediatrician - occultist Psychiatrist, psychologist, endocrinologist Dermatologist - exhibitionist Necrophagist specialist Now he is living in the direction  Of satisfaction of his infection  Of pollution of execution Of destruction, of corruption  Of abortions – no emotions Of erection, of dissection Of mutilation, of penetration Of desecration, of transformation Of castration, of masturbation In the connection with annihilation Disintegration of the reaction 
8.
Corruption Stinks Welcome to the world asylum Inside the twisted minds. Where the leader of the puppets. The blind`s leading the blind. Can’t you see the war is now! Everything’s beyond control!  The hidden power undercover Wants to kill us all! Dementia advancing The social distancing  A new Great Depression  Economy recession Resources depletion Unlawful electionы Just push the button to fast-forward your life The poison in the veins The chipping of the brains The grin behind his winks Corruption stinks When you shut down your computer Switch off the TV shows You will see the world in ruins Downfall of the nuclear snow Everybody`s zombied out Walking dead are on health check  The government is tightening The loop on your neck Assassins on hunting  The gangs are confronting Genocide prediction Humanity extinction Disastrous migration Enslaving the nations Surveillance in our beds The viruses he spreads The misery he brings Corruption stinks Decisions that he makes Agreements that he breaks Connections that he links Corruption stinks
9.
Stadiums/Dinosaurs I was born in the sea Lived in the deepest dark I was meant to be free In Jurassic Park Changing dresses of seasons Smiling face in your eyes No expectation of treason It will come as a surprise I`ve got no power to turn it inside out But I can say it aloud, aloud! Stadiums, dinosaurs Don`t tell me the things I`ve come across The dreams that I found I have lost Dreams that I gained I was born in the field Live behind the wall I was meant to be killed for playing with a ball For scoring own goal. Changing dresses of seasons Smiling face in your eyes No expectation of treason It will come as a surprise I`ve got no power to turn it upside down But I can turn it around, around!
10.
Outro 03:00

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This is a completely re-played and re-recorded demo-tracks from 1990-1994 performed by two original band's members and additional musicians

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released December 31, 2020

Oleg KUNITZYN (a.k.a. Dr. Von Koenitz) - all vocals, lyrics, concept
Anton MANUYLOV - all guitars, lead on #2, strings score on #10, synths/fx

Dennis CHERNOV - bass, fretless bass, lead bass
Andrey MUKHIN - drums (see track info)
Roman GALIBOV - drums (see track info)
Anton NIKITIN - drums (see track info)

Ed KHRIPUNOV - lead guitars (see track info)
Alexey PLETNEV - lead guitars (see track info)
Dan KRASICHKOV - trumpet, sampler
Georg UTLINSKY - piano, vocal
Katerina PCHELINA-GOROKHOVA - cello
Narek MIRZAKHANYAN - violin (see track info)
Jenya RODINA - vocal on #9
Tatyana KOROVINA - vocals (see track info)
Olga LEON - all whispers

Recorded and mixed at ARSE.Soundprint (arse.pro) studio during the 2020 "new plague" by Anton MANUYLOV

Mastered by Alexandr PERFILYEV

Cover artwork by Vladimir KALINOV

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CRROMBID TRAXORM Russia

Formed in 1990 by Oleg Kunitsyn (vocals, lyrics) and Vasily Mosin (bass). Anton Manuylov (guitars) and Eugeny Shkalikov (drums) joined them to record first full-lenght demo in 1991, Mikhail Cherenkov was invited as the second guitarist. This "non-typical" Russian pshychodeathmetal act has gained the cult status shortly after release of their second LP "The Stogoff Family's Death" in 1993. ... more

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