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Dark Corners of Belief

by Chaos Sculptor

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1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
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!
4.
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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EP due out March 4th, 2022

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released March 4, 2022

Written, recorded and produced by Darrin Lett. Session drums recorded by Krzsztof Klingbein.

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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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