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An epidemic arises...
Infecting the masses
Spreading like wildfire amongst a field of chaparral
Effected like rabid dogs, they'll lurch their way upon you
With an endless appentence of holocaust.
Oh no! They've gotten me by the fetch.
Ah! They're feasting on my flesh.
These that should lay in their graves
Nevermore shall they ever remain
Only to walk the Earth enslaved
By their pruriency to gorge upon brains
Now the malignant gnaws through corporal exterior
Siphoning every ounce of life from within
Putrefying it's source of humanity
Bastardizing it into one of them
I, the poor soul that was mutated into one of them
Unaware of consciousness and dead-set on feeding
YOUR BRAINS: the most vital thing that defines you beings;
soon to be my ever so unfulfilling tasty treat
Then, truly then, you'll discover our veracious intent
but by then you'll be veiled by the TRANSMOGRIFICATION
Make haste and find solitude fast
For all we know salvation could be within our grasp.
Oh no! We've gotten you by the fetch
Ha! We're feasting on your flesh.
These that should lay in their graves
Nevermore shall they ever remain
Only to walk the Earth enslaved
By their pruriency to gorge upon brains
BRRRAAIINNSSS
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Sons of Hodir
03:20
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Beyond scorched plains amassed by the sixth day creation
Within a vale benumbed with the chill of Death's vacation
Is where they dwell, bereaved of sustentation
The begotten heirs of a frigid father's bleak instruction
A most treacherous clan, blessed by the Frore Lord's hand.
WE ARE THE SONS OF HODIR
Through frostbitten peaks echoes our infamy
With such vehemency, we'll vanquish mortal fiend
Past vast lands and seas, reeking of blasphemy.
Heedlessly, gather all Ye sentiments and belongings
For tonight is the night we seek the meek for the offering
Wit, not a corpse shall be alive or in frailty
For what flows through these veins is laced with venery.
In the black of the night
We are the freezing bite crawling up your spine,
The congealing sting welcoming
WE ARE THE SONS OF HODIR
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A Darkened Passenger
03:10
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From the decay of my moral code to whom indwelling doctrines I've disowned
To what supersedes my soul, whose eminence I've enthroned
Within the depths of me, seethed with great misanthropy
Aching to see you bleed, your sanguine bears such ecstasy
Soon my child, you'll forever sleep
Soundly like a herd of butchered sheep
Nestled all snug in your blood so cold
Reprieved of all ye Earthly woes
To dream of a world beyond such qualms
Beset by the bane, facilely the light begins to wan
Vacant this vessel lays, a darkened passenger to obtain
Once the bale pervades, thy eager blade swiftly maims
With all the blood that cascades, true contentment is attained
Fuming with utter disdain, I am of which those blackened hearts prayed, An antidote to an acquired shame; a Cimmerian savior incarnate Leading a prophecy, mis-shapened and ugly
Rest is but a memory 'til extirpation is achieved
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The Empyrean
04:21
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O' how frivolous are these lives that we live
Toiling all day for a feeble slice of bread
Leaving them to spoil, to rot without intervention
Curdling away to a hapless expiration
There we stand a mass effigy, asininely stationed in a vast volatile sea
Awaiting the arrival of an ambiguous entity
To salvage or char this forlorn species
O' great Empyrean
Whelming the infinite sky
To your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie
If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide
Then utmost graciously shall we oblige
Our eyes widen at the spectacle we see
Clustering in to a manifest of anxiety
Losing sight of our vitality
Blinded by a fate cursed with equivocacy
O' great Empyrean
Whelming the infinite sky
To your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie
If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide
Then utmost graciously shall we oblige
Swallowing us whole, the galactic unknown
O' great Empyrean
Whelming the infinite sky
To your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie
If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide
Then utmost graciously shall we oblige
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Contravened
04:29
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The way your body quakes
The sheer terror on that gaudy-masked face
Only incites my need to disgrace your every being
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
When the wellspring runs dry
When those pious vermin devitalize the vine
There'll be nothing left to those who walk the line, so why even try? Virtue seems so passé when unhallowed ambrosia tastes so sweet
And her surplus is more fulfilling than a babe to its mother's teat.
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones
Rifely, to the whore's chalice, I will indulge
I will intrude your pearly gates through wiled devilry
Flattered by a grin, you'll fall to the arms of execrable sin.
Teeming in utter sacrilege, my darling you and me;
CONTRAVENED
The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone
Nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul
For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones
And rifely to the whore's chalice, I will indulge
I WILL INDULGE
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