The Summoned

The Summoned

 Boston, Massachusetts, USA
BandMetalExperimental

The Summoned is technical metal band hailing from Massachusetts, United States. Often compared to a plethora of bands and genres The Summoned are no strangers to pushing the boundaries of traditional heavy metal. With technical riffs, head bobbing grooves, sing-along choruses, jazzy interludes, and epic solos there is always something to grasp onto for all likes of musician fans.

Biography

The Summoned is technical metal band hailing from Massachusetts, United States. Often compared to a plethora of bands and genres The Summoned are no strangers to pushing the boundaries of traditional heavy metal. With technical riffs, head bobbing grooves, sing-along choruses, jazzy interludes, and epic solos there is always something to grasp onto for all likes of musician fans.

Formed in the winter of 2007 since the beginning they had one goal in mind and that was to always push the limit to what heavy metal is supposed to be. Utilizing their various separate influences including Sam’s love for death metal, Shaun’s passion for progressive metal, Stephen’s fascination with mainstream metal, and Jarred’s fondness of guitar virtuosos they utilized those styles to create the sound you hear today.

With praise by peers, various US and Canada tours under their belt, merch and albums sold world wide, featured in publications such as Alternative Press and Sick Drummer Magazine all while being an independent band they have shown that through hard work and creating their own vision of heavy metal that they belong.

Lyrics

The Flood

Written By: Steve Thompson

It had come
Like the flood
Letters from a man
I've never heard of

In full detail
These grisly crimes
The innocent
Have no time

As each day passes by
A new letter arrives
More heinous acts
Confusion sets in
The unmarked sender
An unknown man
Seems so familiar
Yet so abstract

As I lay down to rest
I begin to enter this trance
Envisioning these crimes
It seems like I just can not hide

I wake up
Blood stained hands
What could have
Gone so wrong

I survey the scene
What does this all mean
Is this just a dream
Was this really me

As I reflect
On all my visions
This unknown man
Begins to take form
As these images
Become clearer
I see now
With no doubt that

I am the sender
Unaware of my crimes

Dreaming In 2D

Written By: Steve Thompson

Nightly rituals
Little do I know
This could be
The very last time
I will see this world
It seems to be
So useless to me
Yet so needy

In my restless slumber
I toss and turn
Dreaming of the day
What a day it was
Random things I foresee
Oh my god what the
A shadow in the dark
He stands before me

Outer body it seems
He stands before me
Victimlessly

Standing behind
Watching his work
As he carves into me

Blood flows seamlessly
He turns to flee
Passing through me
This isn’t a dream
He slaughtered me
This cannot be

I beg for redemption
Hoping for acceptance
I beg for redemption
For my resurrection

As I look down
I see my hands
Cover in blood and flesh
I raise my head
To my reflection
Wait I am him

I must flee
This murder scene
I walk outside
A new kind

I’m a new kind

Anatomy of a Bar Fight

Written By: Steve Thompson & Jake Kelleher

I’ve been just sitting here
In this dimly lit room
With a stench so potent
The whole room is consumed
Not a moment of silence
The deaf hear it clear
Faces without expression
People keep talking
Without a thing to say

At first things seemed so clear
Now visions start to fade
Overwhelmed with unknown fear
So quickly turns to rage

Blood boiling
Under skin
With clenched teeth
Hair stands straight on end

Standing up as the crowd goes quiet
All attention now shifts towards me
At this point anger beings to peak
Taking aggression out on the meek

First drop of blood
Has now been spilled
This will not end
Till I’ve had my fill
Tearing off limbs
With hands full of flesh
Broken record
Plays songs of regret

I am lost in this hole
Drenched in blood
I reached my goal
Seeing the carnage done
I should have stayed at home

Voids

Written By: Steve Thompson

The way I feel
Without you
Empty inside
I’m consumed

Ruined
I am alone
No one to call
My home

This prison
I am inside
These wounds
Won’t heal with time

So many times
So many ways
I could have been
The fucking one
The only one
You could ever love

All these moments
And all the times
We shared
Was a fucking sham
You always had a plan

Since day one
You were a ghost
A parasite at most

So close but so distant
I can smell your flesh
In the vacant room
On the sheets
That we shared

When I first saw you
Little did I knew
What you would do
The demon in you

It was all lies
You in disguise
You’re my demise
Dead inside

And when the time came
To go our separate ways
I stand alone with no heart
Torn apart

Because of you
I’m alone
Without you
I’m a ghost

The Pendulum Swing

Written By: Stephen Thompson

I awaken, misplaced, confused, distraught
I have no sense where I lay.
My vision more focus a man he approaches
Is he my colleague or just an enemy? Adversary?

Keep composed, don't expose.
Sedated, I'm sedated.
Keep composed.

I tremble with fear, I feel terrorized.
All of his misconceptions of my own perception.

He speaks only in truths that fall on such deaf ears.
His flawless typed words I can seem to comprehend.

I will no longer bend to your profane games.
Everyone of the paintings look all the same.
That watch you hold dear won't stand our time.
Always judging with disgusting gaze.
You're all the same.

I will not follow your lead to this experiment.
I will not be the one to embrace your man made beliefs.

This was just a fucking waste of time.
You will never be one with my mind.
You will never see within these eyes.
You'll never see what I've become.
You will never see that monster.
Monster, anomaly.

He approaches me with guiding hands.
It's time for the next experiment.
Shock.

Faradic

Written By: Stephen Thompson

Strapped down and bound without a choice.
What have I done so wrong.
I feel this pulse deep inside.
I'm losing grip of it all.

I'm trapped, between this lucid state and dreamscape.
I wage war.
Hypnotic trance I relapse into a new world.

Falling through space inside.
Visions of myself swarm around my mind.

I land in a barren world unaware of my fate.
No one will ever know the fear that comes with this.

This is my life, this is my quest now.

As I endure through the years.
My destiny seems unclear.

Traveling so far I just cannot seem to go back.
Trapped in a world of answers I seem to lack.
Look to the sky I can't find the path that I seek.

Walk on through to the outer realm.
With your third eye say goodbye.
I'm trapped.

Discography

Sessions (LP / 2017)
If Only Minds Could Paint Pictures (LP / 2011)
3 Song Demo (Demo / 2009)
Harvest (EP / 2007)

Set List

20 Minute Set
1: The Pendulum Swing
2: Faradic
3: Primogenial Birth

30 Minute Set:
1: The Pendulum Swing
2: Faradic
3: Primogenial Birth
-- Break/noise track ---
4: Fractal Patterns
5: The Grave Mistake
6: Satori

1 Hour Set:
1: The Pendulum Swing
2: Faradic
3: Primogenial Birth
4: Built of Glass
-- Break/noise track ---
4: Fractal Patterns
5: The Grave Mistake
6: Satori
7: Dreaming In 2D
8: The Flood