Oh here I stand to once again
Wield my words in alchemy of blasphemy
I chant the words describing death
Of this slime rot world filled with rats
I desert the holy grace of god
To embrace my dark reality
Pray the hatred on thy neighbor
And thus breed pestilence
I despise, sun of god blurring vision beneath
I despise, god above this world of shit design
I despise
Pollute the flesh, with infectious might
Vibrate the dark, of the human mind
Make the light, shine no more
Kill the spark, of the will
To trudge on, in this world of shit
Fatal heritage, brought upon me
Sifting through these, pages of cryptic writing
I suffer, foul confusion
Misanthropy is my democracy fatal to the last word
Spoken upon thee ever righteous wasted life of
Every fucking human being worthless piece of shit
Digging up the, truth in mind of my sinful dialect
Digging up the, layers of my mind hidden beneath my soul
Digging up the, will for vengeance for birthing me into this hell
Digging up the, tools hidden to bleed your species fucking dry
Now to cut out your eyes, to rip out your heart
To bleed out your corpse, do die in disdain
To plead for your life, to show some remorse
To wish for recourse, to turn into nothingness
You, you shall not decide
You cannot survive, your grand deicide
You'll drown into nothingness
I desert the holy grace of god
To embrace my dark reality
Pray the hatred on thy neighbor
And thus breed pestilence
I despise, sun of god blurring vision beneath
I despise, god above this world of shit design
I despise
Pollute the flesh, with infectious might
Vibrate the dark, of the human mind
Make the light, shine no more
Kill the spark, of the will
To trudge on, in this world of shit
Fatal heritage, brought upon me
Sifting through these, pages of cryptic writing
I suffer, foul confusion
Misanthropy is my democracy fatal to the last word
Spoken upon thee ever righteous wasted life of
Every fucking human being worthless piece of shit
Digging up the, truth in mind of my sinful dialect
Digging up the, layers of my mind hidden beneath my soul
Digging up the, will for vengeance for birthing me into this hell
Digging up the, tools hidden to bleed your species fucking dry
Now to cut out your eyes, to rip out your heart
To bleed out your corpse, to die in disdain
To plead for your life, to show some remorse
To wish for recourse, to turn into nothingness
You, you shall not decide
You cannot survive, your grand deicide
You'll drown into nothingness
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
supported by 4 fans who also own “Fatal Misanthropy”
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018
An ambitious, yet tightly executed, death metal debut that trades in crushing riffs, funereal effects, and even the odd Shakespeare quote. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2023