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The Devil's Cacophony
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Trees shift as the forest quakes.
Torn aside by it's wolven descendents.
Harbingers of the wild's wrath.
Flee swift, for they know no forgiveness.
In the belly of the beast, you're brought to your knees.
Half man, half beast.
You pray god please save us.
You hear the howls as they drain you of your sanity.
There's no escape from the lycan's valley.
Your life is the prize for the lycanthropes.
You cannot hide from those who hunt you.
In the belly of the beast, you're brought to your knees.
Half man, half beast.
You pray god please save us.
Save yourselves from the lycan's grasp.
Fear the wild.
Death doesn't wait far, the forest an abattoir.
Hear their howls.
Reaped by fur and claw, the kindred shall ravage all.
Do you yearn for the call of the hunt?
With razor teeth, and bodies missing, and the blood overflowing the land.
Your life has been appointed a price.
And the sight of your demise is all that can sate their demands.
As the moon hangs in the sky, feral beasts tear through the vines.
Spewing forth from where they hide.
Lycanthropes have claimed this night.
The populus has torn the fissure.
Wrought the change that's formed their mission.
Bloodlust born from true attrition.
Witness a culling beginning.
Primal rage is thine condition, hunting free of prohibition.
Onslaught till the forest's ridden of all it's human additions.
In the belly of the beast, you're brought to your knees.
Half man, half beast.
You pray god please save us.
You hear the howls as they drain you of your sanity.
There's no escape from the lycan's valley.
Fear the wild.
Death doesn't wait far, the forest an abattoir.
Hear their howls.
Reaped by fur and claw, the kindred shall ravage all.
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Wallachia, you will mourn as I have mourned.
I am Dracula Vlad Tepes, and my vengeance cuts as sharp as thorn.
No hope for humanity's own.
The reckoning hath started once you've slain my betrothed.
I once felt the pull of my bloodthirsty soul.
Now I feel it again, you will reap what you sow.
Come now, flay them alive.
May the run to their homes from the creatures of night.
When the blood starts to rise.
Like water to wine, this is vegeance divine.
But I am not a merciful god.
I am Vlad Dracula.
I was right to despise humankind.
You are all ungrateful.
I bring forth the night to bring your demise.
You have stolen what was mine.
Yes, all is mine.
My forgemasters dedicated to the purging of life.
I, the pestilence thought lost into time.
When my wife gave you science, she gave what was mine.
(Twisted Insane)
Lurk in the dark when I'm fiending.
Covered in blood like I'm Dracula.
Put 'em in the back with the rest of the bodies, if their ain't
no room then we have to just stack 'em up.
Better get to running when I bust out that coffin.
Murder in the dark and I toss 'em.
Hanging em really high when I'm coming, so fuck what you talking.
Walking dead and I be stalking.
Coming for the neck, and they gone read 'em by the record.
Ain't nobody bout to get up when you live up in the dark.
Really want to run and get to have a little fun.
No gun, REDRUM in the middle of the park.
I'mma have a little dinner with the brains and heart.
Shit is so good when it's done right.
I live in the shadow of death, deep in the night never be up in the sunlight.
Eat 'em up, raw shit. Vampire life.
Chewing up hearts like brown fried rice.
Living in high beam your entire life, that's the reason they don't ever go out at night.
First one I find gets killed on sight.
Fangs drip blood and it feels so right.
Welcome to the dark where there is no light, bring you all up in the cavern and end your life.
I was right to despise humankind.
You are all ungrateful.
I bring forth the night to bring your demise.
You have stolen what was mine.
I was right to despise humankind.
You are all ungrateful.
I bring forth the night to bring your demise.
You have stolen what was mine.
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Sea of Ghosts
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Things Betwixt
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"For chaos spreads around the world we walk.
The pain of life succeeds the beating of broken hearts."
An umbral shroud cloaks the shimmers of life that once burned in the hearts of man.
The grasp of death, the grand eradication.
Their pleas, irrelevant.
"Swine, writhe beneath the candlelight!
For I, the pestilent, dine upon the resonance of your cries."
Tonight, a celebrant dies as these grounds are brought to life.
The wheels of fate thus turned by sacrifice.
"We cast these spells of plague.
Quake this rotted earth!
Tear the veil of death and bring upon this glorious rebirth!"
"In awe, enthralled, we gaze.
Crack this tainted dirt!
Pull the strings of the afterlife with haste! For soon the dead shall churn!"
Incantations that were born of raw unholiness.
A fear unheard of forced upon all that lie beneath the sky.
Grim, they cry as as all the stars align.
All shall hear as the banshee cries.
An omen of grim fate, she sings a song of death.
This earthly thrall flayed into shreds.
Altar like an abbatoir.
Harnessing the essence of life, they will rise with rotten hearts.
Drones, they swarm tonight!
A legion lead by the architect of fate, a tyrant amongst the light.
Diverge the spirit from body.
Speak the tainted tongues of the ancients.
As they claw, they rise from the soil; their rotten stench is blown forth by capricious winds.
Grand scale hemomantic onslaught.
Snare the conscious.
Swallow the earth.
(Brittney Slayes)
As the banshee cries, the wheels of fate are turned.
Oh, heed the other side.
For, now thine time is nigh at last.
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Carrion piled like mountains.
A grove consecrated by bloodshed.
Trampled by the might of the wicked.
The black arcane stole fate with it's legions.
"Oh, night mother! I beckon your gaze!
I've come to reap the skies of light.
Night mother, I grasp at your stars for I will take them as mine!"
(Brittney Slayes)
As the banshee cries, the wheels of fate are turned.
Oh, heed the other side.
For, now thine time is nigh at last.
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For whom does the banshee cry?
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