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You Never Really Cared
06:14
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First off, let me say
I don't regret cutting you out of my life
Allow me to retrace
the dreams I once whispered to you alone in the dark
we'll see the end of the stars
a broken desolate world
but at least we'll be hand in hand
I was wrong to assume
That the feelings were real,
that you ever cared
And now i'll consume
your memories in this ritual
ill finally be able to let go
of the nightmare you've built in my chest
and now i'll be free
of your misdeed
free of your tendrils and despair
from all the things
from all the things you've dragged me through
I wont let you keep your hold on me
I wont let you keep your hold on me
yaaaa
First off, let me say
I don't regret cutting you out of my life
Allow me to retrace
the dreams I once whispered to you alone in the dark
we'll see the end of the stars
a broken desolate world
but at least we'll be hand in hand
I was wrong to assume
That the feelings were real,
that you ever cared
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This is not a tale from beyond time,
Nor a story made of lies.
When the rains come from sorrow
Death upon the morrow.
Left alone to dwell
The martyr finds isolation
In this solitude he is approached by procrastination.
“Splendour my dear! Joys my dear! For all the wasted time
Think and dream but not do,
Lay there still your min.
HARK a thought, don't you dare
youre worthless, you piece of shit.
You lay there hoping and dreaming
you still haven't moved.”
He wailed into the void.
And the void wailed back.
“The path you take is not decided.
Instead, a cascading symphony of roads.
You thought there was one sole cosmic path.
That mindset is only fruitful for narcissism.”
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Golden Spires
10:47
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Clouds of stench fill the car.
Their eyes are caked with dust.
A shattered fragment of the person they once were.
Lost in a sea of pestilence.
Forgotten by the system.
Dire smells.
Dire screams.
Dire existence.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
Lord ov Stench rises up.
The lord has decreed,
"Go Forth and Slake the la-"
Bile and vile juices spill forth from the Lord's mouth.
Interrupted by sick:Lord ov Stench, Lord ov Pestilence
Interrupted by sick:Lord ov Stench, Lord ov Pestilence
Interrupted by sick:Lord ov Stench, Lord ov Pestilence
Clouds of stench fill the car.
Their eyes are caked with dust.
A shattered fragment of the person they once were.
Lost in a sea of pestilence.
Forgotten by the system.
Dire smells.
Dire screams.
Dire existence.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
They sit and watch from their Golden Spires as we waste away.
"Do you think anyone will remember them?
Do you think anyone will hold it against them?
Or will it be washed away, left. Just memory.
Deeds once attempted.
Lost. Lost like a thought in a storm.
Meaningless.
Nothingness.
Emptiness."
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Ode To The Flayed God
16:41
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"I can sense your presence.
Come closer dear.
Shut it all out.
Shut it all out. "
Your silence fills the room as the altar is set.
"A thousand years have passed... since you've been flayed.'
Oh to be forgotten through war and famine
A god sits by their throne.
Waiting for the final sacrifice.
"Flay yourself. To show your devotion.
Flay your enemies. To show your love.
Enough of this. I must claim the world as mine.
Record this. All those undevoted must die.
Forge me a new heart, from the center of a black hole."
Every moment bleeds into the next.
The years bleed by into centuries.
The pact was sealed eons ago.
Your blood will pay the price for us all.
The pact was sealed eons ago.
Your blood will pay the price for us all.
A drop of blood from the maiden at the altar.
And forgotten temples crumble.
Their wondering why their gods sit idly by.
And nothing came to mind, when they asked to be spared.
Nothing left.
Nothing felt divine.
Alone in a mountain. Seers lap the blood of gods.
Broken promises with foul play
"You've doomed us all."
Erecting false walls in pursuit of lies.
No hatred. No love. Your reign will end it all.
No hatred. No love. This isn't life at all.
"Have faith."
"Fetid.
Remember your past deeds.
And give them to earth as seeds.
Don't forget you've cursed the fate of us
You've chosen to desert.
You've chosen the abyss.
The abyss."
We all believed in our hearts we were the chosen one.
We individually paid the price for our narcissism.
And we paid dearly.
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What Dwells Within
07:28
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Deep in my soul there exist three wizened beings.
Heart, Guts, and Fate.
Watching my every move, judging every decision.
They sip patiently from a cauldron.
A cauldron filled to the brim with my anxieties.
They ask me,
"Why do you cower?
Why do you lie?
Why do you fear what has yet been?"
I gawk at their musings.
They tell me,
"Your greatest fear is not that you will fail.
You will fail.
You will fail many times. Many many times.
Your greatest fear is that you've never tried."
After the sun has died, and the moon resurrected,
swirling abominations visit me in the night.
They shall not leave until they have collected,
every memory of grief, regret, and fright.
Paralyzed by their revolting features,
eldritch fingers trace malevolently upon my skin.
Moonlight reflects the grins of the hideous creatures,
They beckon forth more of their kin.
Past the bounds of surreal,
a horde of aberrations from darkness appear.
Shutting my eyes I pray, "None of this is real."
A grinning fangs whisper in my ear,
"This is very real"
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Epilogue
04:56
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i feel lost
i feel numb,
these thoughts keep crushing me down
abandoned by those elected to protect
i feel lost,i feel numb,
staying inside is the only cure
abandoned by those elected to protect
From a young age, I was promised a land of opportunity
that I could dream any dream and become anyone.
No tower was high enough.
These were lies.
Lies fed from the upper class.
Lies fed from corporations.
Lies fed from the government.
I need not lies for I can lie to myself.
All I need is a way to make a living,
but what is a living?
Money is fake, and no standard I would deem worthy
So in a world of false prophets,
and snakes at every turn.
we must not swallow each other
No dear listener,
we must swallow those who opress
sharpen your guillotine
ready your axe,
there is someone responsible for your unhappiness
and they think $1200 will stop an epidemic.
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8. |
You Never Really Cared
04:42
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First off, let me say
I don't regret cutting you out of my life
Allow me to retrace
the dreams I once whispered to you alone in the dark
we'll see the end of the stars
a broken desolate world
but at least we'll be hand in hand
I was wrong to assume
That the feelings were real,
that you ever cared
And now i'll consume
your memories in this ritual
ill finally be able to let go
of the nightmare you've built in my chest
and now i'll be free
of your misdeed
free of your tendrils and despair
from all the things
from all the things you've dragged me through
I wont let you keep your hold on me
I wont let you keep your hold on me
yaaaa
First off, let me say
I don't regret cutting you out of my life
Allow me to retrace
the dreams I once whispered to you alone in the dark
we'll see the end of the stars
a broken desolate world
but at least we'll be hand in hand
I was wrong to assume
That the feelings were real,
that you ever cared
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Verminlord Los Angeles, California
Verminlord emerged from an earthen dungeon in the Pacific North West and now resides in the Hellscape of Los
Angeles
Combining atmospheric depressive black metal with blackened hymns from the darkness.
While the lyrical content and guitar-work paint a dark vision of demonology, and vile knowledge. Vermin Lord is vehemently anti-NSBM/neo-nazi/white supremacy or any form of hate/discrimination.
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