Uploaded April 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
DISTANT's songwriter and guitarist Nouri Yetgin is ready to showcase his new solo project. On his debut single 'Skin & Splinters', Yetgin joins forces with Torn From Oblivion and Sugar Spine to deliver ferociously aggressive compositions and the nastiest sounds in modern deathcore.
'Skin & Splinters' will be available on all streaming services April 26th through Prime Collective.
Stream link: ffm.to/skin-splinters
Performed by Nouri Yetgin, Mees Stevens & Josh Muncke
Written by Nouri Yetgin, Josh Muncke
Produced by Nouri Yetgin, Roelof Klop
Artwork by James Hutton Illustration
Visualizer by
Socials:
instagram.com/nouriyetgin
Lyrics:
Disfigured legions of righteous projectors
Exhibiting a shameless way of life
Exhaustive rites of passage have made you numb
Yet now you still yearn to drive the nail
Feasting maggots on a rotting carcass
You writhe in viscera, glisten in your forfeiture
I’m full of hate for your faith and the pain you make
How do I protect them from all of this
Marching death gaze
You really believe the words; a call to
Burn at the stake
The screams are your hymns for agony
Conned by a school of thought
Pseudo nature bought
Overwrought by the moral panic but you can’t grasp the notion that you’re led
by a
Image of heaven disgraced
Kill for a cancerous faith
Hunting for innocent women that you designate as heretic
Show hell to me
No, no
Ignite what you don’t understand
Marching death gaze
You really believe the words; a call to
Burn at the stake
The screams are your hymns for agony
Take your mother, take your fucking daughter and
Tell them that their god’s hand is on your shoulder
Apologise and sympathise as if it’s out of your hands and hope that they
understand
You’re a weak misogynist without a shred of independent ideology
Absorb convenient rhetoric to control your moral destitution
Bind their skin against the blackened wood
Deaf ears to their shrieks of grief
Searching for absent pain
But too blind to vindicate
Skin cells melted in vain
Let the stench rise up to heaven’s gate
A kingdom of cowards
Cowards
DISTANT's songwriter and guitarist Nouri Yetgin is ready to showcase his new solo project. On his debut single 'Skin & Splinters', Yetgin joins forces with Torn From Oblivion and Sugar Spine to deliver ferociously aggressive compositions and the nastiest sounds in modern deathcore.
'Skin & Splinters' will be available on all streaming services April 26th through Prime Collective.
Stream link: ffm.to/skin-splinters
Performed by Nouri Yetgin, Mees Stevens & Josh Muncke
Written by Nouri Yetgin, Josh Muncke
Produced by Nouri Yetgin, Roelof Klop
Artwork by James Hutton Illustration
Visualizer by
Socials:
instagram.com/nouriyetgin
Lyrics:
Disfigured legions of righteous projectors
Exhibiting a shameless way of life
Exhaustive rites of passage have made you numb
Yet now you still yearn to drive the nail
Feasting maggots on a rotting carcass
You writhe in viscera, glisten in your forfeiture
I’m full of hate for your faith and the pain you make
How do I protect them from all of this
Marching death gaze
You really believe the words; a call to
Burn at the stake
The screams are your hymns for agony
Conned by a school of thought
Pseudo nature bought
Overwrought by the moral panic but you can’t grasp the notion that you’re led
by a
Image of heaven disgraced
Kill for a cancerous faith
Hunting for innocent women that you designate as heretic
Show hell to me
No, no
Ignite what you don’t understand
Marching death gaze
You really believe the words; a call to
Burn at the stake
The screams are your hymns for agony
Take your mother, take your fucking daughter and
Tell them that their god’s hand is on your shoulder
Apologise and sympathise as if it’s out of your hands and hope that they
understand
You’re a weak misogynist without a shred of independent ideology
Absorb convenient rhetoric to control your moral destitution
Bind their skin against the blackened wood
Deaf ears to their shrieks of grief
Searching for absent pain
But too blind to vindicate
Skin cells melted in vain
Let the stench rise up to heaven’s gate
A kingdom of cowards
Cowards
