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Cryptfiend

by Shrouded

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Listen 03:29
From the dregs of the hidden and curse of forbidden the agent, he did rise. The fire 'neath cauldron, the holes in the cross there are snuff films playing in his eyes. The ousting of goodness, defilement and bedlam from which he draws his wicked strength The sins he shall rent, his impure intent shall go for unthinkable length. Chorus: Go to bed early, or it's gonna eat you You'd best do what I fucking tell you. Pretty and blonde, above and beyond what was asked for when she was released. She bleeds clear and thick, like semen and spit and her kisses are black and diseased. She rips and she tears, professes she cares though she's been at this rape for a while. She gave us her aids, cured her claws, teeth and blades in her mother's milk, blood, shit and bile. Chorus repeat Like legion with drive, we find all still alive and plague it 'til wretched or dead. Grasping hands, gnashing teeth-lusts arose from beneath all concrete things snapping like thread. Flowers wilt, children cry, Mothers weep, father's die in the pursuit of our quenching of thirst. We enter the pure, no relief and no cure feeding frenzies as hearts and hope burst.
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Bean Appetit 02:07
Wheels creak under the burden Of a cargo best left unnamed Horses whipped into a frenzy For those who give chase musn't gain Luna looks down upon their pursuit With a pale yellow eye From the village we run, back to the cave Where our hungry family lies Yes, we've brought home dinner from our midnight midnight carriage ride Some mistake us for highwaymen Others mark us common thieves The truth of it is, we're forty-eight Hungry mouths to feed We're creatures are taste, if not wealth And those tastes are the great divide Between those who share our happy home And you frightening strangers outside We daren't travel among you save our midnight midnight carriage ride
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Slack is gone Eyes blank and wide Feeble struggles Strangled pride Lust for torment Howls of glee Calls of wanton Agony Ignore the thrashing, tune out the screams In this Technicolor dream Feel the rope scrape the beam, Apathy in its extreme Ooh ooh It's the cold that threatens Our sanctum's piece Rotted wormwood Fear's release I want to touch you I want to feel Your faded label Your broken seal It shakes the window, tugs the door Like an angry predator Killed the virgin, spared the whore Left flower petals on the floor Ooh ooh Take a sip of this, it should put some color back in your face I'm so sick of this, stare with me at what pain cannot erase Don't pick at this, when next it bleeds I shall think of you dead In this cold, dark place
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Estelle 02:57
I once kissed a girl, she was pale as can be and her lips were a deep ruby red. Her hair was as black as night skies tend to be as she lay on her cold marble bed Her room was all dusty, and pitch black you see for none had been there in a while. But the passion between that fair maiden and me drove me there in pursuit of her smile I twice kissed a girl, and the second was cold, emotionless, lacking in life Her silence, it bit to the depths of my soul, her indifference cut like a knife. "Will you not speak to me?" I inquired her long but needn't have bothered, I got no reply. "After all that I've done for you?!" asked I with a pain in my heart that brought tear to my eye. And thrice I did kiss her, and thrice I was spurned sent away without a word. The maggots that nested in her pretty lips laughed as her taxidermied cat purred. When she died, she left me alone in this world with her rotting, decaying shell. But still, we make love every night, my dearly departed Estelle.
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A Ride Home 04:56
Follow me to the other side of dawn where passes a black clad rider on a skeletal horse. See the lovers kiss as they hide from the sun And hear poor Fortunato scream his remorse I hope the chill doth leave you be For naught but infinite dark awaits Feel the walls and the blackness close in on thee As deeper we go, to where light shan't penetrate Past those locked places that fell silent long ago Past the secrets only the departed know Continue to walk, for I am here at your back Though my mind lies elsewhere with a long forgotten smile Fear nothing lurking within the smothering black For this trip beneath shall be well worth my while Look upon the door before which you stand The last light far behind and above Enter, but touch nothing, stay your hand For within these walls lies my lost love Those lips that I kissed so long ago As they whispered secrets only I could know Arise, my beloved. See what I've brought for you! A fresh flesh vessel for you to occupy Enter and wake, embrace life anew And stand with me 'neath this Stygian sky
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I like to watch the moisture gather, gather on your window while you lie inside, asleep and unaware. I like to watch your eyelids flutter, flutter while you dream away not ever even knowing that I'm there. I feel your breath begin to quicken then become eratic 'til it fully stops with terror and surprise. They're telling me that it's unhealthy, sick for me to view you in these shards of mirror jammed into my eyes. Rats and rats I like to feel your body shiver, shiver with the poison of the serpent's kiss that has you feeling ill. I like it when you are pretending, pretending it's not me you want 'cause you know that I love all those I thrill I love that you gave me a second chance, an opportunity to prove that my love is true. I sit up late and hold your hands, maybe with progress and a scalpel I can hold the rest of you. Rats and rats
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Lilith 03:51
Viscera of the innocent drips from her hands. With a wine glass of virgin's blood, she sings along with the screams of the damned. Can you See her pretty and elegant in her burial gown? She gnaws on the entrails of the pious and pure, insuring that they will go down. Chorus Won't you save some inferno for me. Summoned forth via pentagram, she is with us again. She holds blasphemy in her eyes, Her unmaking gaze will pursue to the bittersweet end. Will it hurt, I ask timidly. She just shakes her head. Then she places her hand to my cheek, she was lying, I don't mind just as long as she's fed. Chorus repeat Don't ever let the pain stop, I need it in the worst way. Junior succubus by night, pretty porcelain figure by day. I am free in your bondage, thrashing at my restraints. Draw on me again, I have more that you want, the tension is making me faint.
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No fear, beloved wife to you I'll soon return For Grease I'll march forth, I'll slay her foes And if need be, for her, I'll burn We stand and fight with all we are But still, alas, I die And while on the ferry, Charon informs me Someone neglected to place the coins on my eyes. The ferryman demands payment for my passage to the other bank. But I've nothing to give, for I was buried with nought but the shield on my arm and the wound in my flank. I'm forever in debt, and until he collects I'm damned to work the oar To slave away forever and a day rowing from shore to shore. I shall never set foot upon the soil of the land of peace or agony. I must bend to the task of propelling this craft So others may rest or burn, you see I meet them all, old and young alike And weep for what they've lost But then came the day when it pains me to say I bore my own wife across. Now she's passed beyond, but here I remain weary and longing for her touch Making the trip with the ferryman Cursing the gods and my luck But sometimes I see her. She waves to me. Oh how I pine for her kiss. But until I pay or waste away, I am imprisoned on the River Styx.
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about

As you will come to see, singing is not my main objective. No, my strength and purpose lie in the telling of stories through various method and medium. Here for your enjoyment or self-torture, depending on your taste, is a small collection of such tales.

You will hear love stories, the words of a soul too shy to directly approach the one he loves to express how he feels, the lamentations of a hero done a cruel disservice by fate, and more.

Yes, I see things, know things. Sit back and listen. I will tell you.

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released December 1, 2014

Written by Scott Hicks

Recorded at Energy Plant in Chico, California

Recorded, Mixed, and Produced by Blag Ivanov

Mastered by Matt Franklin

Album Art by Blag Ivanov

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