In Idle Orbit

Doomsday Profit

November 12th, 2021

6 tracks

35:35

In Idle Orbit

Crown of Flies

0:00

3:48

Crown of Flies

Doomsday Profit

I spread my pestilence Phlegm from a liar’s tongue You hang on every word Choke to death in an iron lung I don a gilded mantle Murderer in disguise Atop my haggard head I wear a crown of flies You suffer endless days Idle in isolation I profit from your pain Fed fat on your starvation I don a gilded mantle Murderer in disguise Atop my haggard head I wear a crown of flies

3:48

Scryers of the Smoke

Doomsday Profit

In cryptic visions I see through the haze The future’s written By this pungent blaze Now, from the smoke emerge My eyes are burning, red A deadly warning Is seared inside my head Abandon hope Abandon hope Speak the scryers Of the smoke Abandon hope Abandon hope See beyond the clouds The reaper’s grinning face His laughter echoes Throughout endless space Now Earth is in Death’s grip Our planet turned to graves Civilization Gone without a trace Abandon hope Abandon hope Speak the scryers Of the smoke Abandon hope Abandon hope

6:14

Cestoda

Doomsday Profit

Hunger grows Infinitely I eat and eat Insatiably Hunger blinds Consumption kills And yet I'll never Eat my fill Now I know It's my time to die Gluttony The host sucked dry And no one mourns Dead parasites

6:07

Consume the Remains

Doomsday Profit

Entombed in tar Titanosaur Eons transformed Bones turned to sludge Flesh gone to filth Putrescent oil No corpses left Exhumed from muck Harvest decay Consume Remains Consume Consume Remains Consume Soot blackened sky Scorched centuries From poison pyres Annihilate Glutton of death Vile necrophage In barren earth Time starts to rot The light’s been snuffed Consume Remains Consume Consume Remains Consume Broken, and starved Extinction looms Anthropocene The charred dry sphere In idle orbit Dessicated The gorging hordes Starvation pains Scream to the void Consume Remains Consume Consume Remains Consume

4:29

Destroy the Myths

Doomsday Profit

Today we ride into battle Our fight is righteous and true The enemy’s reign will be over Friends, you know what to do We’ll leave their fortress in ashes Laugh as they weep to their gods We'll rain death on the bastards Our faces red with their blood We’ve fought this war all our lives I think it’s time that we win So steady your nerves And let the bloodshed begin Destroy the myths of their fathers Erase the family name Tear down their false idols Leave their banners in flames Destroy the myths of their fathers Erase the family name Tear down their false idols Make sure nothing remains

4:19

Bring Out Your Dead

Doomsday Profit

10:38

Raleigh, N.C. psych-sludge quartet, Doomsday Profit emerges with a proper debut, In Idle Orbit. A meditation in anger, the debut EP floods its dystopian visions with snarling psychedelic grit and deep-dredged sludge riffs that calls to mind the relentless pummeling of Conan, as well as the cosmic excursions of Earthless; the bad-trip acid-rock of Church of Misery, as well as the scuzzy blues of Dopethrone or Bongzilla.

"Doomsday Profit are a band to get truly excited about…In Idle Orbit is a superb debut release from Doomsday Profit and they truly live up to the ‘DOOM’ part of their name. ‘DOES THIS DOOM’ always seems to be the most popular question around within the Doom Metal Scene and this most definitely does with a HELL FUCKING YEAH IT DOES!!!” — Steve Howe, Outlaws Of The Sun

"All the more kudos to Doomsday Profit for working multiple angles, killing low, building high. Maybe killing high? I don’t know. Definitely those two things. High, and murderous." — JJ Koczan, The Obelisk

“A soon to be iconic album…’In Idle Orbit’ is a great record by most standards, but as a debut full length my expectations were totally blown away. Doomsday Profit could become a player if this stuff keeps up.” — Sandre The Giant, The Killchain