Lay your exhausted body down to sleep,
from a day full of being shunned and spat on;
Shut off the lights and close your eyes,
Let yourself drown into the dark.
A fear that has lasted lives, bestows its end,
Rise, be beckoned and intrigued by the opening.
Walls melt, floors dividing along the blood-red moon,
Damned in an eternal void to fall, sets the awakening.
Visualize the gallows that churn,
stare into the pitch darkness.
Only to find the creations of the unholy,
screeches of the innocent cries of impaled souls reburned.
Surrounded by serpents that emerge from the eyes of an entity,
Acidic tears from battered eyesockets scours his body.
He calls your name, possessively approaching.
"I am Baal, blade-bearer for the molestation of innocence.
Eternal soul banisher with six hundred and sixty six cycles of impure rebirth"
Removing his third horn, serrated with the bones of man,
With it, he wields and scars your skin as scripture.
Imprinting the blasphemous testament,
Demonized, and sacrificed in a cruciform fixture.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Sleep Paralysis”
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 8 fans who also own “Sleep Paralysis”
Incredible vocal performance with tight instrumentals that punch you in the face. My watch recognizes me air drumming and yelling to this album as exercise so do yourself a favor and listen! Dan Hutt