…Where Memories Combine…
[Instrumental]
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026
Brazen and benighted, all glaring turned to high Beautified and battered, vast hallowed limbs are shattered by Praises…presumptions, these naked words do build upon An ever changing affinity, brought to light by this breaking dawn Lured into a deep regression, stifled in repose But slowly this torrent with black lights enclose Banished breaths and enraptured eyes, wrapped and wrung to white ribbed skies But failing…failing to turn the wise Barehanded bereavements enfold as one While colors collapse and briskly bow undone Untouched designs resign unbound To further spill between the time of no sound Lured into a deep oppression stifled in repose But slowly…slowly these garish lights enclose Banished breaths and enraptured eyes, wrapped and wrung to white ribbed skies But failing…failing to make more the wise Faced by none The climax in question’s begun Beyond the pale of self decay The widowed will cease to obey Fixed on the heavens that split in two and rescind Look to the other with sense and will shared in mass (faced by none) (beyond the pale of self decay)
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
“always behind while building to none Behold a beginning that’s swept up in one (twisting in pair) magnificent minds and the furious blind tremble in calm for the days left behind (within…meridian’s tear)” Born from disease, misled to echo Shaping delusions while memories grow Filled with the sense to follow the cast But blessed with the will to raise ill of the past Trained by the word and hand to complete the strand Encircled by a frame to abide the name In every face lies the presence of one In every voice cries the answer to come Within the language of time, form, and thought Replies the aware of what has been taught Guided by a reason, to become or to betray Embodied to a boundary that’s inner tides turn to portray For every word that bleeds to beg, to vow, a plea to be A cross to bear for a life chased but never free from zero to end lay the stain of bonds left to mend A subtle decay for the faith that remains of the day See the shade Of a wordless being, forced into seeing Trace the way Through inner resign and endless design C3: In every choice lies the presence of one In every breath cries the answers to come Within the language of time, form, and sound Betrays the aware of what has been found Behind the seasons, an end to a change (see the shade Where wisdom is broken of a wordless being forced into seeing, Within the language of all that can be trace the way Replies the unspoken through inner resign and endless design)
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
disregard the afterthought No future lies dormant These black painted stars and faint leprous skies Peer out in scarred torment But how bitter grace dawns them Two eyes shocked and worn thin Without mention of past or future’s requiem Torn from empty need Though buried by lips of recourse From light breaks a riven seed And calls back the throe of remorse the end of silence Inhales the fragile side The end of silence Reflects on what’s been tied hastened by the relevance Whose seconds are tripled in esteem Misshapen by regret But crippled to redeem A part that retires from mind One vague moment in time To covet a still life And relive some half sight Torn from empty need Though buried by lips of recourse From light breaks a riven seed And calls back the throe of remorse For all that’s come the advent of all that’s come And new words wrung with new words and riddles rung Atone the grief intone for all the grief For self belief for the wages of self belief embrace the absence tune back and look inside at the end of silence no plea can be justified For all that’s come the advent of all that’s come And new words wrung with new words and riddles rung Atone the grief intone for all the grief For self belief for the wages of self belief
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
I’ll always walk the path of thorns My way will lead to cinders For all the steps that I have borne their wake’s my name in embers Holding on the patterned throat I’m drinking down the drowning words I wrote These terms rename my altered blame I’m a victim of my own design “I’ll break the hand that pains me” My hands are in motion for spite Reaching out from the wound that the tongue will incite Setting free the moments reprieve to slip away at the present The ache of time can’t realign for sake of this panic enlightened by misery Behind the lines Between the view Lay the signs that fall through From each mouth I crawl To gain another fall A common thread in place To fray the form in grace And sew the seem My time is forced by my hand To be within and without again I can write myself into a better place But how can I become without my own mistakes Obscene in every form I’ll bite down upon the vein That keeps my body warm I breath deep the paper and ink That rest my spine upon the brink Of leaves that bid a paler lid So a verse may shudder and shrink A drop in tone from wailing drone from thumb to sheet till flesh to bone It seems as though these lines repeat in shortened space that’s willed alone Why is this so familiar? My time is forced by my hand To be within and without again I can write myself into a better place But how can i become without my own space
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 14, 2025
I shape the shadows that lament your final sighs I hear their words again, causing all my shameless cries Stricken down by inner bane, my words are overcome Though speak to me softly…my senses are numb If I had the words to say I'd take away this time Be with me kindly this one last night We belong to different times where memories combine (and) Into the Vivid Cherishing I'll bless your life to mine And now I watch as the final curtains fall before your fading hazel auras and I can't help but to expel a breath in prayer to see them shine again Timelessly captured in memory's sigh The way that this moment is holding your life I am as rain to the days passing shine Speak to me darling this one last time I have no voice and I must scream - Waiting for the words to come so they might bring a moment Just a moment of the past to ease our quiet closing If I had the words to say, I'd speak of a million laughters I'd speak of life and times together, to join again hereafter Sometimes at the mornings rise I forget you're gone But when I realize the sorrow takes my soul again We belong to different times Two different worlds Into the Vivid Cherishing Where all your words are mine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
I press the temple of your name With folded hands and bended shame And every begging thought's obscured and cursed into the heavens All my life spent in doubt To bleed my freedom out All this time spent in vain In search of reasons Sanctify my soul, satisfy my needs, numb my beliefs Cast this servant down Whose last words ring in righteous sound Drifting through a pale life Owing down the sacred Until I'm caught between the black and gray Do I turn forsaken Take my hands away from me To ungrasp heresy Bless my cries with guilt and shame For spiritual treason Sanctify my soul, satisfy my needs, numb my beliefs Cast this servant down, whose last words ring in righteous sound Where is your god tonight? In my hour of self inflicted fate I'll trade my words for a touch of sudden faith (your hope, your trust, your life dies with me) (your will, your dreams, your light dies with me)
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 11, 2026
Lay your eyes upon me child So you might feel the touch of seasons Gently weep under my adoring stars Holding still as winds unite But dare not ask from the divine To share a single sign Your hope Your will Your dreams Your light They rest in my hands
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 11, 2026
This track is instrumental.