Demon Face​/​Stalingrad’s Cross

by Gravehuffer

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This 2 track EP is our debut for our new record label NoSlip Records. It will be released on 7” vinyl in four color variations. You can preorder now through their Bandcamp page here:


released June 28, 2019

Band Members:
James Hiser - Vocals
Mike Jilge - Bass
Ritchie Randall - Guitars
Kasey Denton - Drums

Hometown - Joplin, Missouri

Special guest appearances on Stalingrad's Cross by
Kevin Hasselquist and Sean Roycraft of Sardis.

Recorded at Skunkwerx Audio unit
Mixed by Mike Jilge


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Gravehuffer Joplin, Missouri

Since their inception in 2008, Gravehuffer has crafted their sound into an other-worldly amalgamation of Crust, Punk, Metal, Grindcore, and unapologetic down-tuned Sludge-laden Doom. With an assortment of original songs in their repertoire that showcase the vast array of influence the band pulls from and a fearlessness to never conform or compromise, Gravehuffer is in it for the sake of the song. ... more


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Track Name: Demon Face
I can give you what you want, I can give you what you need.
Laughing Crying Devil Twin, malevolent malignancy.
Weeping every time you laugh, laughing every time you weep.
Whispering these things from hell, to you when you try to sleep.
Your life is now a living hell, back of your head is where I dwell.
You’ll never get away from me, secluded in your lonely cell.
Tormented tortured desperate soul, satanic spawn deformity.
Try as you like you’ll never shed, this demon face monstrosity.
I was born an atrocity, an evil dark obscenity.
A desperate cry I beg and plead, remove this face through surgery.
The beast that is my devil twin, will always live within my skin.
Fraternal tumor parasite, if this is life I want to die.
Into your life I long to bring, perverse demented suffering.
Burning hatred all I know, descending into lunacy.
Spout demonic gibberish, vile and hateful rhetoric.
My joy comes from your misery, to see you suffer grants my wish.
A cruel disgusting twisted joke, the humor of an angry god.
There is no life there is no hope, devoid of love devoid of cause.
Edward you can never win, and I’ll keep you in your place.
Yes I am your devil twin, and you can call me Demon Face.
An heir to misery and woe, search for peace I’ll never know.
I cannot tolerate this pain, this poison courses through my veins.
I end my life at twenty three, and darkness now embraces me.
I leave this world with one request, cut off my face so I might rest.
Edward Mordrake, embrace the demon face.
This will be your fate, your devil twin has taught you hate.
Darkness, end of a sad wasted life.
Mordrake, strange footnote buried in time.
Mordrake, Mordrake, Demon Face, Demon Face.
Track Name: Stalingrad’s Cross
Into the cauldron we march side by side for the glory of the fatherland.
Onto the Volga and oilfields our Luftwaffe rain death upon Stalingrad.
March to the heart of the city and strike at the home of the Bolshevist Class.
Black cross of smoke assuring us victory here in this war of the rats.
We stand, fight to survive. Resolved to stay alive.
In streets and frozen fields. Comrades will not yield.
Now – time is blood.
War – total war.
One – million dead.
Counterattack and surround the 6
th army, our vengeance has only begun.
Unleashing a wave of destruction and bloodshed, a fury that’s second to none.
Run down the Germans with our tank, leave carcasses mutilated and frozen.
Death lurks around each corner, the enemy forces will soon be undone.
We start to sense our end. We march, starved and frozen.
Our men decimated. It this our penance?
Silence looms and our dead have been taken away. Our youth laid to waste.
Blood soaked snow. Their bodies lay broken and charred along every yard.
Frozen time. Destruction that boggles the mind and shames all mankind.
Mourn our loss. We grieve for our comrades who fell in this city of hell.
This mass grave of those slain in the war of the rats. Cross of Stalingrad.

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