Whitechapel - Hate Cult Ritual (Official Video)

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Of "Hate Cult Ritual,” Phil Bozeman notes, “The sin of wrath: this song portrays the overwhelming rage of the cult. Planting the seed of evil within the core of the earth to be birthed from soil. All the rivers and oceans are diseased which nourishes their unborn lord, roaming the earth and murdering all opposers.”

Adds Alex Wade, “I was inspired a lot by Bloodbath when writing this one and felt like Phil nailed the vibe vocally contributing to that. There is a ferocity and evilness to this track that I think really sets it apart from the rest. No breakdowns, just pummeling riffs with evil chanting over the choruses.”

WHITECHAPEL, who formed in Knoxville, Tennessee, in 2006, has seen the core lineup — vocalist Phil Bozeman, guitarists Ben Savage, Zach Householder, and Alex Wade, and bassist Gabe Crisp — intact since 2007, with the exception of drummer Brandon Zackey, who has been playing with the band since 2022. While Hymns In Dissonance follows 2021’s Kin chronologically, the new album is actually somewhat of a sequel to This Is Exile thematically, the three-word title Hymns In Dissonance representing that correlation.

The band started composing the new album at Householder’s studio in June of 2023, following their headlining tour for The Valley. The collective stuck to a strict weekday schedule, the structure allowing for maximum creativity and minimum burnout.

Householder produced Hymns In Dissonance, which allowed the musicians to seamlessly switch gears from preproduction to recording the full album without skipping a beat. The guitarist shadowed producer Mark Lewis a lot over the last five WHITECHAPEL albums and bringing that influence inside the band is a full circle moment for Householder and WHITECHAPEL.

LYRICS:
We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer
We are disciples of hate, rage and murder

Moonlight stabs through the cross
For Helios, he lies with a spear through his neck
Our mother earth’s foundation in knots
As she bears the new lord like a miserable wretch
Raef eht raeps fo Reficul
Ti llahs ecreip, ti llahs elbmurc eht sllaw fo esidarap
We are disciples of hate, rage and murder

Like a fever that plagued the dark ages
We swelter with rage, the madness contagious
Fucked through the forsaken black hole by his blade
A once finite reach, now infinite as it punctures beyond the sun

Rivers of wine tainted by the mother’s disease-ridden cavern
Into the night we dine and worship our lord, whom we’ve yearned

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer
We are disciples of hate, rage and murder
Let the rage flow through us

Oh, how the wicked have risen
Overwhelming numbers, the seas begin to overflow
Valleys cave in from the thundering quake of our march
Mountains implode leaving nothing but its deep basin
Blemished by a crimson haze from the sacred blood that we bathe in
Mock the holy water, purity stripped from his only daughter
The whore, mother earth, fucked

We are the ones from below
We are cancer that feeds on the soul
Subterranean, blasphemous sons of the one that we worship
We mock, burn and spit on the cross

Markings carved in flesh and bone of your carcass
Left to warn them of our future targets
The cold wind carries sacrilegious scriptures
Whispering in the ears of eternity

We hunt, we kill, we feast, we conquer
We are disciples of hate, rage and murder

Mock, burn, spit on the cross