
Gnaw Their Tongues is an experimental drone/noise black metal project, conceived by Maurice de Jong, originating from Drachten, The Netherlands in 2005. The moniker of the project derives its name from a biblical verse. The lyrical themes explored by Gnaw Their Tongues encompass subjects such as bondage, torture, and morbid esoterica. Notably, tracks from Gnaw Their Tongues have been featured on various compilations including Black Industrial Grimoire, Mind the Gap Volume 77, Oaken Throne 6, and The Static Hymnal.
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My Orifices Await Ravaging
Broken Fingers Point Upwards in Vain
All the Dread Magnificence of Perversity
Ten Bodies Hanging
Gazing at Me Through Tears of Urine
Verbrannt Und Verflucht
Rife with Deep Teeth Marks
Teeth That Leer Like Open Graves
L'ange Qui Annonce la Fin du Temps
Death Leaves The World
Sawn Asunder and Left for the Beasts
The Gnostic Ritual Consumption of Semen as Embodiment of Wounds Teared in the Soul
The Sewer Rats of Calcutta
The Stench of Dead Horses on My Breath and the Vile of Existence on My Hands
Nihilism; Tied Up And Burning
The Uncomfortable Silence in Between Beatings
A Fiery Deluge
For All Slaves... a Song of False Hope I
My Womb is Barren and I Want Revenge
An Epiphanic Vomiting of Blood
Spirits Broken By Swords
Lick the Poison From the Cave Walls
GENOCIDAL MAJESTY
Le Chant de la Mort
The Urge to Participate in Butchery
La Mort dans Toute Son Ineffable Grandeur
Blood Spills Out Of Everything I Touch
Aderlating
Through Flesh
Utter Futility Of Creation
Hic Est Enim Calix Sanguinis Mei
L'Arrivée de la Terne Mort Triomphante
The Doctrine of Paranoid Seraphims
The Evening Wolves
Abyss of Longing Throats
Cold Oven
For All Slaves... a Song of False Hope II
The Revival of Inherited Guilt
Transition
From the Black Mouth of Spite
Les Anges Frémissent Devant la Mort
To Bear Witness to the Truth
The Holy Body
The Stench of Dead Horses on My Breath and the Vile of Existence in My Hands
I Speak the Truth Yet With Every Word Uttered Thousands Die
And They Will Be Cast Out Into Utter Darkness
Eschatological Scatology
My Body is Not a Vessel, Nor a Temple. It's a Repulsive Pile of Sickness
And There Will Be More of Your Children Dead Tomorrow
Up Into the Heavens Down Into the Circles of Hell
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