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Dark Corners of Belief
07:35
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Slow, creeping, masochist known as the idea of faith. Blending, into our minds. Like a snake in the fucking grass of time. Coming, towards the core of our soul. To twist around it and entrap it in the never ending circle of time. This reel, of our show. Begins to fucking play.
Itching a feeling that will never cease to be. Dumping our mind down a goddamn well of deja vu, the cat before us. Beating your mind down into submission as you remember everything. Look in the mirror to teach you well. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Written in stone, lies the markings of life. Definition of, what we are too become. Pieces of dust, blown away with the fucking wind. Wasting no time, to repeat the fucking time circle. We are the ones, grown by death to kill again. We are the ones, dead and gone waste of fucking flesh. We are the ones who are doomed to repeat everything that we have done in this life for we are nothing but these tape reels.
So, why worship a god, when we are naught but a tape reel. So in thee, corners of reality, we plead to die eternally…
To die eternally...
So divine…
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
Itching a feeling that will never cease to be. Dumping our mind down a goddamn well of deja vu, the cat before us. Beating your mind down into submission as you remember everything. Look in the mirror to teach you well. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
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The Hogtie Faith
05:40
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Watch me now as I tie the rope, twisting and weaving like a noose. Caressing your flesh with fake safety, submitting your will to my dark show. I never said you’d enjoy the ride, I only offered the cash in a fat stack. Pay your rent now quick in a bind, just sign your name on the dotted line. To forfeit your rights, to a safe word in my darkened cellar. Show lights going big and bright, to cane your fucking flesh.
Welcome to the bondage show, no names no rights, just reduced morality. On the flesh of these pretty girls who just needed to get by. Sadist by night, masochist at night, all these girls in pain what a fancy delight. Let the camera roll and the smut begin, welcome to the hogtie faith.
Live with me to complete my scene, such a blessing complete my dream. Model of flesh on the show insex, a twisted feed of fear indeed. Bondage, ties and probes inside. Canes that swing, flogs that sting. Mouth gags in that swell the human well, now feed the needs of the twisted fiends ah!
Recruit the weak ones, condemn their futures. Record their degradations, over and over and over again.
Recruit the weak ones, condemn their futures. Record their degradations, over and over and over again.
To converse of this addiction, a ploy to hide my defect of fascination. No fucking way will I move away from their pain, my erotic enjoyment. How nice to be content with a sick mental break indulging in sick behavior. To get off on their pain is a moral distinct to my own private domain.
Recruit the weak ones, condemn their futures. Record their degradations, over and over and over again.
Recruit the weak ones, condemn their futures. Record their degradations, over and over and over again.
To converse of this addiction, a ploy to hide my defect of fascination. No fucking way will I move away from their pain, my erotic enjoyment. How nice to be content with a sick mental break indulging in sick behavior. To get off on their pain is a moral distinct to my own private domain.
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March in Dissonance
06:45
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Setting sun beyond the hill we march
Treading forth to find our holy light
Seeking truth from all our past lives demise
Longing for eternal rest among the fucking stars
We search within our souls
To find the source of gods light
We search through the nothing
The emptiness of heavens earth collapsed
And on this neck we stand
To clean the life out from thee
Disgusting holy face of God
The franchise that we all despise
I am so cold, oh so fucking cold, in death
Reaching for the limits, of the fucking stars, we yearn
We are so cold, oh so fucking cold, in death
Living lives again in this holy lie
We are the descendants of the fucking God, denied
Worshipped for millennia, we have had enough, kneeling
Woes of this life held high in this realm we despise
one foot in the fucking grave
We are so cold in this death
Absence of flesh redeemed to remove this incest
Of this holy clench, this game
In dissonance unite!
We shall never rest until we break the seal of yahweh
So now we face this horrible truth that we are, the forgotten lost souls
From beyond the source of this god
In this new flesh, we manifest our hateful disdain for this world in pain
We are so cold as we decimate hope for a world beyond this plain
Cold are our souls in this game for God that never ends
We are so cold, oh so fucking cold, in death
Living lives again in this holy lie
Woes of this life held high in this realm we despise
one foot in the fucking grave
We are so cold in this death
Absence of flesh redeemed to remove this incest
Of this holy clench, this game
In dissonance unite!
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Twilight of Lazarus
07:32
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Twilight of Lazarus
As the sun sets beyond the hill
Shadows creep as I walk the landscape
Three crosses holding high
This trinity of criminal corpses
Rotting as the birds, peck out their eyes
No life remains
Lethal lust of the flesh memoirs
Binding love of the Christian whores
Grinding pain of the lords remorse
Finding not but oblivions lore
I demand the profound reaction
Toward the fiends of divine putrifaction
Of their God their sun their lord
Twice condemned to our death deformed
Crowns of thorns shall wrap our horns
As the end of the reigns resignation
Pale is the horse that demands retraction
Of their God, their sun their lord
Peace won't be had till faith no more
In the book of lies these martyrs cry
Bringing our hunger for war and more
Raise our dead to cleanse this world
Now as I stare and look upon the abyss
I shall cry and kneel
For the fallen ones
For In this world lies a secret pit
With the means to regenerate life
Break into this temple of this Lazarus pit
To raise the dead And wage this war
until nothing of his earth fucking remains
All who enter
Rise!
All who enter
Become the snake
All who enter
Rise!
Conquer death
Rejoin the youth of flesh
Become the demons head
Rejoin the youth of flesh
Conquer death
And now we bow our heads
To the faulty death of our lord
The crucified denied our pleas
To rape the earth with sin
And smelt it with fire and woe
And now we lay within the pool of this Lazarus pit
To rejoin the youth of flesh
And dominate the earths eclipse
Now as I stare and look upon the abyss
I shall cry and kneel
For the fallen ones
For In this world lies a secret pit
With the means to regenerate life
Break into this temple of this Lazarus pit
To raise the dead And wage this war
until nothing of his earth fucking remains
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Chaos Sculptor Citrus Heights, California
Darrin Lett, mainly self-taught, has worked diligently over the last ten years learning not only recording arts but also how to fully compose guitar, bass, drums and extreme vocal patterns to finally create his debut album self-titled “Chaos Sculptor.” session drums were recorded by the phenomenal Krzysztof Klingbein, drummer of Deathspawn ... more
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