Pentakill: Grasp of the Undying Now Available for Streaming

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[Update: Album now available on Spotify, iTunes, and Google Play!]

Pentakill's latest album, Grasp of the Undying, is now available for streaming on the Pentakill website!
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Table Of Contents

Release Site

After the release of the music video for Mortal Reminder, the Pentakill site has been updated with the full 10 tracks on the new album, Grasp of the Undying!

Here is the full track listing:
  1. The Cull
  2. Mortal Reminder
  3. Tear of the Goddess
  4. Infinity Edge
  5. Dead Man's Plate
  6. The Hex Core MK-2
  7. The Bloodthirster
  8. Frozen Heart
  9. Rapid Firecannon
  10. Blade of The Ruined King
The site also includes a look at the band, with a release date for Pentakill Kayle of 8/9/17! These tracks will also be available on music sites like Spotify and iTunes for streaming tomorrow, 8/4/17!

aftermath 
When the sky in the far north of the Freljord grows dark, and warriors gather around the hearthfire embers, they sometimes speak of a deathly night on the ice, of murderous rage unbound. It is a tale only spoken of in hushed, awed whispers. Some claim it is no more than a legend invented to frighten youngsters, others claim that even to speak of it is to invite the return of those metal warriors from their tour of the realms beyond. None lived to tell of this grim night, but sometimes a reckless taleteller speaks of a berserk axeman reaping lives with his axe. They whisper that not even his brothers could restrain his fury. Only by bringing a mountain down upon the metal giant was his rampage halted. 
THUS DID PENTAKILL’S LAST LIVE PERFORMANCE END.

SOUTH OF HEAVEN

Accounts of Kayle’s arrival in Runeterra variously speak of her borne by a fiery comet that split the sky, or straddling the girth of a glittering, serpentine dragon. These are just two of the legends of how Kayle came to walk among mortals. Gleaming in jagged warplate, she was a golden warrior goddess from a strife-torn world in search of allies to fight an epic war against the diabolical hordes of her faithless sister. Planet Earth had failed to produced warriors of mettle, so she travelled to Runeterra in search of warriors of metal. 
So rarefied was Kayle’s divine speech that she could only communicate via grand, symphonic metal operas that told of her plight. The depthless sorrow of these operatic arias pierced the hearts of all who heard them and her listeners were frequently overcome with such overwhelming melancholy that they simply dropped dead at the end of her performance. But since each song was typically many hours long, they had time enough to put their affairs in order before death took them. Yet for all the heart-rending emotion contained in her lyrics, none of her audiences could truly understand the depths of her woes, no one could hear the sorrow of her existence without immediately perishing. 
NO ONE EXCEPT KARTHUS. 
BENEATH THE REMAINS

After the disastrous end to their last live performance, where Mordekaiser destroyed the entirety of the Freljordian crowd, Karthus gave the fateful order for Olaf to drum the “Worldsplitter Rhythm” that sundered the land and brought down the icy realm’s highest peak upon Mordekaiser. As the rock of the mountain cascaded down, the band fled to the far corners of Runeterra to escape the wrath of Freljoridan battle queens and the raft of inevitable blood feuds. 
Karthus pitched up in Bilgewater, earning a crust as a hooded reciter of funeral dirges. This had an unexpected health benefit to natives of Bilgewater, as people started looking after themselves rather than have to put their families through such an ordeal. So Karthus toured the most squalid and foetid dive bars to sing at the drunken wakes of murdered pirates instead - what with grim dirges being a vast improvement on sea-shanties. A slow descent into madness and obscurity beckoned until the radiant form of Kayle arrived in Bilgewater. 
She heard the depthless well of misery in his despairing lyrics and knew Karthus alone could understand her own sorrow. What followed was a drunken woe-off, a night of debauchery, gothic poetry and operatic singing that saw the men and women of the Slaughter Docks hurl themselves into the monster-filled ocean rather than listen to their maudlin duets. In the aftermath, Karthus and Kayle pledged the Vocalist’s Oath to return stronger than ever. After all, shared woe is better than solitary woe. 
IT WOULD BE THE COMEBACK TOUR TO END ALL COMEBACK TOURS. 
AMONG THE LIVING

The hooded and hunched figure of Yorick headed south from the bloody carnage of the Freljord and did not stop until he reached the sun-bleached wastes of Shurima. Sunlight was something new to Yorick, something he avoided for fear of people recoiling from a face not even a mother could love. He helped excavate the tombs of long-dead emperors, which allowed him to spend a great deal of his time in the darkness underground - something his fellow diggers certainly appreciated. 
His unique bass was the perfect tool to crush the soft rock of Shurima, but often had the side effect of liquefying the sand to a degree where many of the workers excavating the tombs were buried alive. To many of these buried souls, this was preferable to enduring another moment of conversation with a man who could literally bore rock. After being forcibly ejected from dig sites all across Shurima and months spent deep underground with long-dead princes, Yorick decided that he too desired to be buried in the sands. 
He dug deep into the bedrock to craft his own shadowed mausoleum, and there he interred himself within a lightless tomb, intending to pass the aeons in splendid isolation. And so Yorick slept beneath the desert until Karthus and Kayle prised open his tomb. The two singers did nothing to disabuse Yorick of the idea that aeons hadpassed and that all who desired him dead were, themselves, now dead. 
THE MORTAL REALM WAS, THEY TOLD HIM, ONCE AGAIN READY FOR PENTAKILL. 
LET THERE BE ROCK

The entombment of Mordekaiser beneath the mountain of Freljord had inspired Sona, and while the other members of the band split to the far corners of Runeterra in despair, she was consumed with the desire to craft soaring, symphonic rock operas. She toured the grandest temples of the world (and beyond), but none of the acoustics were powerful enough to satisfy Sona’s need for the most cosmically resonant sounds. The great glacier temples of the Freljord were now denied her, so Sona took ship with the the doomed crew of the Serpent’s Feast to a series of volcanic islands in uncharted waters east of Bilgewater.
The dread crew swiftly departed as Sona set up her keyboards and began to sculpt the island with sonic brutality. She played the very notes of creation and dragged volcanic islands from the depths as they rained lava to form titanic organ pipes to further magnify Sona’s playing. So powerful were her notes that they travelled between worlds and sank entire continents (a planned gig in Atlantis had to be cancelled). Encircled by mighty volcanoes, Sona set the sky ablaze with hellfire dragged from the heart of the planet. Yet, as awesome as it was, her playing needed more. It needed the demonic wailing of unearthly guitars and the quaking thunder of drums and bass. 
AND THAT’S WHEN THE BURNING FERRY BEARING KARTHUS, YORICK AND KAYLE RAN AGROUND ON SONA’S BASALT RING OF FIRE. 
DESTROYER

Though it went against every instinct he possessed, Olaf did not stay and die under the mountain with Mordekaiser. With Yorick heading south, Olaf’s favourite drinking partner was gone. So, to mourn his survival of what he always believed was to be his final performance, he sought to drink himself to death with the deadliest booze of Runeterra. He found a fellow named Gragas, and ended up in the depths of Zaun with him, drinking potent sump cocktails, bragging of his glory days and daring chem-jacked thugs to take him on. 
He readily found ways in which to ply his trade as a professional hitter of things, and soon found himself embroiled in underground golem fight-clubs. Up against chem-powered golems, Olaf found his natural talent for pounding drums was also good for pounding mechanical giants to pieces. He sought out the most dangerous opponents in fight after fight, eventually falling under the metal hammer of Drago, one of Viktor’s most lethal creations. Just as his foe was about to deliver the deathblow, a piercing wail shattered the crystalline globe containing the golem’s transplanted brain. Bellowing in rage at this denial of death, Olaf surged to his feet, ready to pound again. He found himself face to skull with his old lead singer. 
OLAF WOULD LIVE. AND HE WOULD DRUM AGAIN. 
RUST IN PEACE

When the mountain fell on Mordekaiser, he took it as a sign from the Gods of Metal that his demonically-ordained task to bring metal to the masses was done, that he had achieved full Metal. His power chords had so shredded the very fabric of the world that the universe smote him with a mountain. A fitting end to the high priest of metal.
But Mordekaiser knew he would be reborn, rising from the molten ruins of the fallen peak as the once and future king of metal. But as time passed, his wait became a slumber. The crushing mountain was shunned by those who lived in its dark shadow, an evil peak of black metal and cursed rock. Upon its highest summit, the gleaming, obsidian haft of a snarling axe protruded from the rock. Legends grew around this cursed place, legends telling that whosoever drew the axe from the mountain would be the one to reunite the heralds of a new age of metal.
When the mountain finally shuddered and fell, a brazen god of rock was revealed. As Mordekaiser rose to meet the giant who had drawn the axe from the rock, he saw his old bandmates accompanied by a fiery, hellion-valkyrie from beyond. Karthus held out his axe, its razor strings shivering with anticipation. 
“THE BAND’S BACK TOGETHER,” SAID THE DEATHSINGER.

mordekaiser
“MY RIG DOESN’T JUST HIT ELEVEN. IT ******* MELTS ELEVEN.” 
When a mountain fell on Mordekaiser, he took it as a sign from the Gods of Metal that his demonically-ordained task to bring metal to the masses was done, that he had achieved full metal. He knew he would one day be reborn, but as time passed, his wait became a slumber. The crushing mountain was an evil peak of black metal and cursed rock. Upon its highest summit, the gleaming, obsidian haft of a snarling axe protruded from the rock. Legends grew around this cursed place, legends that foretold whosoever drew the axe from the mountain would be the true herald of a new age of metal.

karthus 
“COME WHAT EVER MAY, I’LL BE THE DEATH OF YOU.” 
Karthus embarked on a solo career in Bilgewater, earning a crust as a hooded reciter of funeral dirges. This had an unexpected health benefit to natives of Bilgewater, as people started looking after themselves rather than have to put their families through such an ordeal. Karthus made a career touring squalid dive bars to sing at the drunken wakes of murdered pirates instead - what with grim dirges being a vast improvement on sea-shanties.

yorick 
“MORE BASS. TURN THE BASS UP. TURN THE ******* BASS UP. MORE. MORE.” 
Thinking he’d try something new, Yorick chose to vacation in the sun-bleached wastes of Shurima. Sunlight was something new to him, something he normally avoided for fear of people recoiling from a face not even a mother could love. His unique bass was the perfect tool to crush the soft rock of Shurima, but often had the side effect of liquefying the sand to a degree where many of the workers excavating distant tombs were buried alive. To many of these unfortunate souls, this was preferable to enduring another moment in the presence of a man who could literally bore rock.
sona 
“...!” 
Sona was consumed with the desire to craft soaring symphonic rock operas and tour the grandest temples of the world (and elsewhere) but no acoustics were powerful enough to satisfy her need for the most cosmically resonant sounds. Sona took ship with the the doomed crew of the Serpent’s Feast to a series of volcanic islands, and began to sculpt the island with sonic brutality. There she unleashed the music of creation. So powerful were her notes, they travelled between worlds and sank entire continents (indeed, a planned gig in Atlantis had to be cancelled).

olaf 
“GET ME A NEW CHINA, TOMS, SNARE, DOUBLE PEDAL, AND COWBELL. YEAH, BASICALLY A NEW SET. OLD ONE BROKE. CAUGHT FIRE. YEAH I SET IT ON FIRE.” 
After surviving what he believed was to be his final performance, Olaf sought to drink himself to death with the deadliest booze of Runeterra. He ended up in the depths of Zaun, drinking potent sump cocktails, bragging of glory days and daring chem-jacked thugs to take them on. Olaf soon found himself embroiled in underground golem fight-clubs. Up against chem-powered giants, Olaf found his natural talent for pounding drums was also good for pounding mechanical automatons to pieces.


kayle 
“DOES MOLTEN LAVA, POURED BY THE BRAZEN GODS OF METAL, FLOW THROUGH YOUR VEINS? ONLY THEN ARE YOU WORTHY OF MY TIME.” 
A golden warrior goddess from a strife-torn world, Kayle arrived in Runeterra on the back of a glittering, serpentine dragon. She searches for allies to fight an epic war against the diabolical hordes of her faithless sister. Planet Earth had failed to produce warriors of mettle, so she travelled to Runeterra in search of warriors of metal. Communicating via grand, symphonic metal operas, the depthless sorrow of her arias pierce the hearts of all who hear them. Literally.

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The Cull

************************************************ 
Cut down, one by one
No sound remains
Don’t fear if death finds you, this day 
Are you with me
Let us savor the pain
Do you hear the distant sound
Calling your name 
In time, all of us are forgotten
The ones that don’t belong to the pages of history 
But as my forefathers, I take to the open seas
And as long before, I follow and don’t ask more
Passed down, long before, the stories of old 
This time, I will not be forgotten
I won’t be towed along with the feeble and the enemy 
But as my forefathers, I take to the open seas
And as long before, I follow and don’t ask more
Passed down, long before, the stories of old
And won’t be called upon 
************************************************


Mortal Reminder

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Blinded by hate brought by the fall
As I swear death to all
You will feel my vengeance
As I claim your mortal soul 
I will punish and destroy
Those responsible for this ploy
I will seek a thousand deaths
I will bring a thousand years of war 
All that I had taken away
My home is gone, and my love ones slain
For every sleep claims a piece of me
Every waking moment, every single dream 
As the masses came
Like a shadow through this land
They laid siege to all we ever had
I stood strong, I was honor bound
I stand defiant, I stand ever proud
I am the chosen
I am the guardian, the guardian 
Now I seek the blood of those
Who claimed the innocent
I will hunt the enemy to the last
I will banish and rejoice
The final breath of foes
You will see what you have made
You will see what I have finally become 
All that I had laid to the waste
My spirit broken and just memories remain
For every day claims a piece of me
Every waking hour claims my inner peace
My inner peace 
As the masses came
Like a shadow through this land
They laid siege to all we ever had
I stood strong, I was honor bound
I stand defiant, I stand ever proud
I am the chosen
I am the guardian, the guardian 
************************************************


Tear of the Goddess

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The unknown terror
That stood alone
Passed from the days of the early suns
Through worlds of lost belief
Laid waste and buried deep 
Summoned to be set up to fall
But there’s no fear
That lives inside this soul 
Inside this world
There is no way back to forgiving us
Undone, deliverer
The sinful and the saviors of the innocent 
And so
Keepers of old
Keep us from cold
Let us fight once more
Till our honor is restored 
The unknown terror
That lives below
Breaths the flames from the dying suns
And lives to wake the dying ones
The dying ones 
The dying ones
(The dying ones)
(The dying ones) 
Inside this world
There is no way back to forgiving us
Undone, deliverer
The sinful and the saviors of the innocent 
And so
Keepers of old
Keep us from cold
Let us fight once more
Till our honor is restored 
************************************************


Infinity Edge

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Beyond the lands of dreams
I hear the call of riches
Word of waters blessed unnatural
Granting power of gods to men 
Under the distant sun is my calling
I walk the lands
That death cannot conquer
And through the unforgiving worlds
The battle lays in wait
Seeking the way
That leads me to the power of the edge
The edge 
I'm living and dying a thousand lives
And it’s taken its toll on me this time
The edge cares not so why should I
Because I breath the air of immortals
And I'll be the true invincible
The edge is my destiny 
So far from home I'm reeling
I've seen the fall of friends
The end of the road approaching
I will have my victory 
I will not cease to be
You will not ever stop me
I won't give up the dream
You cannot ever stop me 
Seeking the way
That leads me to the power of the edge 
I'm living and dying a thousand lives
And it’s taken its toll on me this time
The edge cares not so why should I
Because I breath the air of immortals
And I'll be the true invincible
The edge is my destiny 
I'm living and dying a thousand lives
And it’s taken its toll on me this time
The edge cares not so why should I
Because I breath the air of immortals
And I'll be the true invincible
The edge is my destiny 
My destiny
My destiny
My destiny
My destiny 
************************************************

Dead Man's Plate

************************************************ 
Is there reason, in this life
We call our own
So many misguided visions
And trusting deceit
And in our shallow pursuit of truth
We lost ourselves 
May the storms gather
May the cinders roam
Those that will die will still remember 
You drank deep and you paid the price
(What did you think you would find)
Answer the dark whisper
And you will tear this world apart
Our world apart 
When the walls came down
We we’re left abandoned here
There's no soul inside us
We're just all flesh and bone
To wander the dead lands forever 
Will we ever get the chance 
Will we ever get the chance
To show them
So many forgotten and we live on
In the city that once was timeless 
You drank deep and you paid the price
(What did you think you would find)
Answer the dark whisper
And you will tear this world apart
Our world apart 
You will tear this world apart 
************************************************

The Hex Core MK-2

************************************************ 
Is that all you’ve got to say
Cause this is not another game
Not one that you wanna play
Step, by step, by step
Death march to your grave 
Is that all you’ve got to say
Cause this is not another game
Not one that you wanna play
Step, by step, by step
Death march to your grave 
There’s no one left you can blame
A lonely war dance of pain
Step, by step, by step
Death march to your grave 
Is that all you’ve got to say
Is that all you’ve got to say 
Step, by step, by step
Death march to your grave 
************************************************

The Bloodthirster

************************************************ 
Cast down the weak
Those who deceived us
Those who would let us burn
Liars and cheats
Brittle and weak
Another day will come 
Crawling on your knees right to the end
I let you pretend you had your last days
Calling for me to disappear
I cannot be so easily sent forth 
As you descended on them
You carry their memories of endless pain
As remnants to their end
One after one
You sever them, sever them
Sever 
Sever, sever your demons deep within
A shadow that’s been long instilled 
Cast down the weak
Those who deceived us
Those who would let us burn
Liars and cheats
Brittle and weak
Another day will come 
Torment so easily dispensed
You tried to break our will but you failed
Calling the serpentine flame
Until we were just dust and remains 
As you descended on them
You carry their memories of endless pain
As remnants to their end
One after one
You sever them, sever them
Sever 
Cast down the weak
Those who deceived us
Those who would let us burn
Liars and cheats
Brittle and weak
Another day will come 
Cast down the weak
Those who would flee us
Those who would let us burn
Liars and cheats
Feeble and weak
I see them
Another day will
Another day will
Another day will come 
************************************************

Frozen Heart

************************************************ 
Up here on the roof of the world
Up here on the roof of the world 
Long have we sought to ascend this place
A life of servitude to omens
The elders have promised us long before
With evil banished to the wastelands
Hands of the chosen will extend to us 
Upon the roof of this world
Distant voices calling for the final fight
We will answer with victory 
Long have we fought for these lands
In the shadows and the stories of the promised light
Now to take our place beyond 
Up here on the roof of the world
Up here on the roof of the world
Where we are sworn to guard no more
Up here on the roof of the world 
Long have we fought to protect this place
These haunted dreams never ending
Clinching to the promises of life reborn 
Upon the roof of this world
Distant voices calling for the final fight
We will answer with victory  
Long have we fought for these lands
In the shadows and the stories of the promised light
Now to take our place beyond 
Here on the roof of the world
In the cradle of the storms
Where vengeful winds cut to the bone
And there's no turning back 
(Here on the roof of the world)
(Here on the roof of the world)
(Here on the roof of the world)
Up here on the roof of the world
Up here on the roof of the world
Where we are sworn to guard no more
Up here on the roof of the world 
************************************************


Rapid Firecannon

************************************************ 
A forgotten place inside the lonely tower
Tear it down with a metal roar
The war eternal, I assail the unassailable
A second release unhaunted by my past 
Beneath the marshlands
Calling forth the night
Buried deep a weapon forged in fire
Fathers and sons their kin laid to waste
(An evil is renewed) 
Light up
The night with flames and cinder
For I am renewed
(Down in flames)
(Feel the kick and watch them burn) 
Light up
Caught in the crossfire Overwhelming firepower
(Now return to hell)
(In a firestorm) 
Out with the old
In with the new world order
Die or obey the choice is yours
Undetected, into the spider’s web
Taking it apart slowly piece by piece 
Find a shadow to hide me, and I wait
Tricksters and spellweavers beware
With this flame I culled the weak
Made my nation strong again
Well now they're all dead and gone
Dead and gone 
With this blade
I call the weak
Make my nation strong again 
Beneath the marshlands
Calling forth the night
Buried deep a weapon forged in fire
Fathers and sons, their kin laid to waste
(An evil is renewed) 
Light up
The night with flames and cinder
For I am renewed
(Down in flames)
(Feel the kick and watch them burn) 
Light up
Caught in the crossfire
Overwhelming firepower
(Now return to hell)
(In a firestorm) 
************************************************

Blade of The Ruined King



Art

Finally, we have new art of the band, including the upcoming Pentakill Kayle: 

Ask Riot: Pentakilled

A new edition of Ask Riot is out, featuring answers from the band members themselves! Check it out on the Nexus, or continue reading for more:
Header fan art by Ze: vegacolors.deviantart.com
This week is for headbanging.

What is the common language in Runeterra?


POWER CHORDS ARE UNDERSTOOD IN EVERY LANGUAGE. 
Mordekaiser
The Iron Revenant

If Graves can have his cigar, can Karthus have his face back? Why is karthus not a skeleton?

Oh look, another amateur necromancer uneducated in the difference between a lich and a skeleton. Look upon my glorious undeath—tell me, do you see a bag of rattling bones? Or a Deathsinger cloaked in necrotic sorcery? 
No autograph for you. 
Karthus
The Deathsinger

Why there is a Lumberjack Sion skin but no Lumberjack Olaf? Because there are now two trees (Ivern, Maokai). I mean it’s only fair.


THERE ALREADY IS A LUMBERJACK OLAF SKIN, IT’S CALLED PENTAKILL OLAF BECAUSE I CRUSH TREES AND ROCKS AND DRUMS AND SKULLS I DON’T DISCRIMINATE 
olaf
The Berserker

There are champs like Twitch and Sona, who don’t require much skill, and then there are champs like Azir and Ryza, who are practically impossible to play. What do you plan to do to bridge the imbalance gap between these champs?


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Sona
Maven of the Strings

Will we ever get a more dark and scary themed champion, like a demon/reaper/ghost one who strikes a bit more fear into summoners? Cause the scariest one now is Yorick and he is well, not so much — but could be fun with a more dark approach.

Really? Yorick is more terrifying than my songs of eternal despair and death? That thick-skulled bass player couldn’t scare a shiver out of a wet cat. 
Karthus
The Deathsinger

Do you plan to show Karthus some love and give him an update or two to make him fit into the current meta better?

I’m sorry, is there a meta where a Pentakill doesn’t fit? We’re a metal band, but that doesn’t mean you should ask us bronze questions. This interview is over. 
Karthus
The Deathsinger


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