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Rites of Misery
03:59
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Trees over their head, bars surrounding thee
Initiate by moonlight, bound eternally
Envious of secrets, secrets must be earned
Anguish leads to the sect, the fire inside burns
Bound to their madness, forever enslaved
Power which comes with it, ensuing agony
Rites of misery, scars they bear to see
Carved in forever, bound eternally
Envious of secrets, secrets must be earned
Anguish leads to the sect, the fire inside burns
Envious of secrets, secrets must be earned
Anguish leads to the sect, the fire inside burns
Devotion to perverted Gods.
In shadows. Sovereignty.
Bound to their madness, forever enslaved
Power which comes with it, ensuing agony
Rites of misery, scars they bear to see
Carved in forever, bound eternally
Rising up, marked and broken
Now rejoined, into their kin
Bleeding red… just like the rest
Burned in skin, bland and colorless
Rites of misery, scars they bear to see
Carved in forever, bound eternally
Rites of misery, scars they bear to see
Carved in forever, bound eternally
Robed figures, circle around the rookies
Final judgement cast upon, thee
Failing to survive, crying out in pain
Leave them to be
Trees over their head, bars surrounding thee
Initiate by moonlight, bound eternally
Envious of secrets, secrets must be earned
Anguish leads to the sect, the fire inside burns
Arcane acts press them to show
Inside what are, capableeee
Following the torture
Seldem, survive
Rites of miery.
Bound eternally
Lyrics by Dylan Drach
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Gore Aesthetic
03:20
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Piercing screams, from her as she bleeds
Eyes wide open in terror
My rusty blade, dives into her pale flesh
Creating a gash so lustful
Chains pulled tight, as the writhes standing up
Apart of something bigger
She doesn’t know, I’ve allowed her to become
Art of pure emotion
Most is not needed, anatomy depleted
Retaining her vitals
Bones fastened together, my message is forever
Aesthetic of gore
Aesthetic of gore
As I’m peeling back her flesh, exposing her meat
Bleeding parts they stick right out, adding to texture
Vocals cords are placed on top can no longer scream
Eyes are left pretty and intact, she deserves to see
Prideful, confident in myself I would surely be
How does she not understand what she’s becoming
I’m an artist she’s my muse her insides all will see
How does she not understand what she’s becoming
I’m an artist she’s my muse her insides all will see
Twisted, tangled, wrapped around, tower of pure art
Broken bones theyre sticking out pointing up at god
Chains pulled tight, as the writhes standing up
Apart of something bigger
She doesn’t know, I’ve allowed her to become
Art of pure emotion
Most is not needed, anatomy depleted
Retaining her vitals
Bones fastened together, my message is forever
Aesthetic of gore
Aesthetic of gore
Her cherry blood it’s seeping, river of pure love, art
Transformed into masterpiece, she is now beautiful
Vocals cords are placed on top can no longer scream
Eyes left pretty and intact, she deserves to see
How does she not understand what she’s becoming
I’m an artist she’s my muse her insides all will see
Twisted, tangled, wrapped around, tower of pure art
Broken bones theyre sticking out pointing up at god
Lyrics by Dylan Drach
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