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Frostitute
04:54
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A cold husk of evil
The black smoke grows
Passed unto the next life
Bereave for her mind
Awaken the vapour of death
A creeping haze upon her
Awaken the frostitute
The bride of decay
The hissing sound in the wind, with vigor and haste
She spreads like a mist, the forest; now death,
Now the movement of pain in your veins,
The poison, the nightmarish rage and hate
The piercing sound of her breath
A heaving punctured lung
Reak of lacerations and infection
Spew forth from the mouth
Disgusting and vile
The stalling sickness
Becoming the subordinate evil,
The demon, a witch, Bride of satan
The crafter of pain and evils
The watch begins,
Evolving, changing men to beast,
Cursed with bloodlust, cursed with hatred
Succubus, arise in black
Inordinate pain be embraced
May fear and hopelessness accompany death,
May pain and dread be seen at the end.
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A Dark Ill
04:18
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The burden of years,
the sapping, the leaching
Taking in what’s most coveted
By others alike, a transient
The life in smoke
Into the skies, like birds of prey,
the liquid moves through the shadows
She pecks at the flesh of the mind.
Feeding, feasting, draining, all at the same time
The curse of time, in more of darkness than you’ve ever known
Repay those debts, as it was written
Give back to the darkness,
That has been so kind,
Repay your debt to the dark smoke
To it, a victim to come.
Endless bodies and lives to come.
The mind, like a serpent unwinding
Rotting away to emptiness
A poison that cannot by siphoned away
Toxic visions corrupt what lies inside.
seeking to survive, survive.
It’s not a sickness you know, it’s curse, a shadow inside
It’s not a sickness you’ll ever know, breeding death to stay alive.
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The Pact
04:19
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The binding arrangement, bestowed upon the witch
Into the horror of the dark
Under duress, the crippling haunting fear compounds
The inconceivable terror, combatted by her vigorous intent to survive
Coeval with the blanket of fog, a world woven with peril and evil,
as the winged creatures of the night circle unwaveringly. to feast.
The inconceivable terror,
Asmodeus’ weapon
Forced to serve
Asmodeus’ weapon
Compelled to deliver
Harvester
Destroyer
Reaper of souls
Eternally in Apollyon
Breathe in the horror of the dark
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Hunger
03:40
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Follow the black smoke
Follow the stench into the deep
Drawn in by the lingering, dark,
sour reek of impending death
Use the craft to perform the duty
The unquenchable thirst, the miasma of rot.
Surrounded, completely.
It speaks, it calls.
From the filth it stretches into her nostrils,
The demands of Mors are binding.
Death and nothing more.
The thirst floods the mind,
Incontestable urges, the hunger engulfs the body
Inescapable as the hunger of the wolf
The hunger not of body but soul
Taken by moonlight, delivered by the witch
For the privilege of life and the curse of time
With limitless rage, explore the power.
Explore the fresh hells behind your eyes.
With limitless rage, explore death
Mirroring the fear of despair
Follow the stench into the deep,
Drawn in by the lingering dark,
The sour reek of impending death,
The demands of Mors are binding.
The limitless anger of the great antiquity
The hunger not of body but soul,
Taken by the moonlight,
Delivered by the witch.
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Sleep Paralysis
03:50
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Slowly, his eyes are unlatched, against his will, Blue rays all around.
His breath was a wheeze of black smoke
From his lips, a silent, helpless cry.
With his hands nailed down beside him
The living crucifixion
Hypnogogic hallucination
A sickening truth we must swallow
She approached him ominously,
He smelled the stench of her eternal desolation
Then, overshadowing his frozen torso
She reached for him with her putrid claws
With crushing force, she pushed down on his chest
In an attempt to wring his quivering heart dry
Behold,
She had consumed the wyrms ,
That manifested in his feeble conscience.
Enfold,
Disease and solitary despair,
Infected herself with the misery of man.
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Witch Vomit
02:43
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Plagued, crowned, by destitutions thorns.
The unholy mother of impure delusion.
Her acid womb, wilting, had regurgitated toxic fruit,
The perpetual suffering lamented on winds sour,
A hysterical cry purged forth, carried to deaf heavens.
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Black Tears
05:24
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Crushed by the merciless hammer, of a poison running deep within,
Drawn in by fierce lust grown further than the thirst bequeathed
Demonic power withers, from the infinite destruction cast
Inward by sullied dreams and nightmares plucked from ominous hells
The fire burning deep replaced by dwindling embers,
A charcoal left behind, crumbling into dust and nothing more
Once a mighty flame now empty, dry and powerless
She burns his symbol into her flesh
Calling out his name, for the dark lord to aide
No answer from Asmodeus, no answer from Satan
The witch cries out in agony
Clutching at her chest she crawls, across the forest floor
Blurred between this world and next, her mind drifts constantly
Turned back to dirt, she calls out, screaming with furious anger
Curse you Salem, destroyed,
Through the eyes of the dying, mirroring the despair and hopelessness felt
Black tears stain the skin, searing acid leaking out,
Through the eyes of the dying, mirroring the despair
Black tears bore a hole in the earth
She walks alone, through the valley of the damned,
Aimless and breathless, clutching at her chest,
Seeking to survive, the hard-wired human instincts
Fighting with hysterical strength
Howls and screams unheard
Or furthermore unwanted
death cries resound, light dies
Believing like a fool that help would arrive
From the most decrepit creatures alive
From incomprehensible evils that dwell within,
The immeasurable evils that lurk in the shadows
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The Serpent Tongue
02:50
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Mustering what strength remains, hoarse from screeching death
Blood stained, filth encrusted, withering
The husk of evil dwindling to a shell of a human
the feeble creature crawls onwards
In the serpent tongue, chanting back mindlessly into the cold air,
The fog of their breath, the whispers taken crawling through her skin
The Secrets of the black art failed to sustain
The powers of the dark lord reduced
The pentagram in her flesh burns cold, with open wounds she curses her undoing,
Steel slicing her hand, draws no blood,
to join the undying in hell for eternity.
Limply swinging limbs, disoriented and mesmerised by the euphoric touch of mortality’s embrace.
The fog of their breath
The whispers taken crawling through her skin
The Secrets of the black art failed to sustain
The pentagram burns in her flesh, cold, with open wounds she curses.
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Stares of Sempiternity
03:28
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The scourge of immutable human lust.
Filled with a taste of bitter odium and regret,
Beyond mortal power, the tempter illustrates perfection.
Writing finally the epilogue of her journey,
Planting seeds of discontent in the uncoverers,
The plague approaches eventually, death awaits all,
Pestilence be passed on.
The growth containing shadows knows no boundary of darkness,
Gateway to Abaddon, through the gate of dust,
Luring the undivine and insignificant, blinding them with a dark canopy of illusion,
Distorting the senses, Belial, the father of lies.
It is inscribed at the entrance:
‘Ye who enter, abandon all hope’
It is written, Truth.
The growth containing shadows knows no boundary of darkness
Gateway to Abaddon, through the gate of dust,
Stares downward, to sempiternity, luring the undivine and insignificant.
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Oblivion
04:23
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Wretched, on her knees in the dirt
She hopelessly confessed
The defeat, Her demise
Hopeless, Forlorn, She grasped at the sky
And closed her eyes, No salvation
And no… tomorrow
As the rain, drowned out the sky
The end was cold and empty
Abnegate, the pain of passing; No more
Bemused by how she'd become so, powerless
Perished, All had, perished
Broken, consigned to oblivion
From an unforgiving world
As the rain, drowned out the sky
The air was cold and stale
Abnegate, The pain of passing; No more
Bemused by how she'd become so weak
Abnegate, The pain of passing; No more
Bemused by how she'd become so weak
The body, no use to the serpent of old.
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