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Conspiring with the damned,
Contact the other side,
Converse with the deceased,
Corrupt your virgin mind,
We cannot comprehend.
A cold dead in between the roaming spirit world where the living do not see.
âItâs just a game.â
Revealing horrid secrets,
Identity unknown,
What started out in innocence,
With evil it has grown.
The opening of gateways obscene,
The ancient horror on this evening will unfold,
A wretched curse on thine own family,
Youâll wish the dead youâd never sought to know.
Decrypting the words of the deceased,
Of molestations of murder and disease.
Hatred fueled by a searing jealousy,
Forever fleshless,
Enshamed they long to be.
The secrets of our fate the dead have seen.
Masquerading as a friend initially,
Profane possession,
Nightmare reality.
Just place your hands upon the planchette and believe.
Donât look now the walls are bleeding,
Crucifixes are inverting,
Candles black are sickly burning,
Throughout the air are pages whirling,
Youâll pray to God to see you through the night,
Youâll embrace a God,
Feeling threatened for your life,,
A twisting demons face youâll come before in a dream.
The damned abhorrent dead find refuge in your screams,
Witness them speak.
The opening of gateways obscene,
The ancient horror on this evening will unfold,
A wretched curse on thine own family,
Youâll wish the dead youâd never sought to know.
- Album:
- Abysmal
- Into the Everblack
- Everblack
- Ritual
- Deflorate
- Nocturnal
- Miasma
- Unhallowed
- Miscellaneous
- Threat Level No. 3
- Receipt
- Vlad, Son of the Dragon
- 2013 Warped Tour Compilation
- Metal Blade Records 2013 Sampler
- Soundwave 2014
- A Cold-Blooded Epitaph
- What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
- Demo 2002
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 69
- Metal Hammer #144: Razor: Music From the Cutting Edge