The Vale of Shadows
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Bashed in this world, a blood-bathed abyss Emanated maggots from shredded pulsing skin Plague walking, death stalking, doctor has arrived Flies circle, vultures through decay-soaked skies I am your savior dressed only in black Gazing through leather while I read your final act Desperation, tribulation, anguish reigns today For death is my child from cradle to the grave Catastrophic winds of fleas and fire Encased in time, a journey scribed from crimson pyre Harrowed and hallowed, decimated then deserted Kеrosine light fills the eyеs of those disease-contorted Empirical application onto sickened lives Miasmic infections inhaled as they died Festering rats, verminous and vile Pestilence fills the air, the bodies stack and pile Catastrophic winds of fleas and fire Encased in time, a journey scribed from crimson pyre Harrowed and hallowed, decimated then deserted Kerosine light fills the eyes of those disease-contorted Catastrophic winds of fleas and fire Encased in time, a journey scribed from crimson pyre Harrowed and hallowed, decimated then deserted Kerosine light fills the eyes of those disease-contorted Rats will rise Plague their lives Rats will rise We all die
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 18, 2026
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This track is instrumental.
Abysmal haste lays where statues of souls gaze Breathe death, extinguish life Only a hymn for the wicked lies Dusk into darkness, I'll feed on your carcass Savage impalement, summon the spawn of your torment Butchered, bleeding, seeping My adornment Sacrifice yourself to hate This shall be your sin Shattered, obsessing, possessing My own torment Sickened, hopeless, as the hymn goes Stricken, broken, where the tombs grow Proportion, distortion, where they might know The hymn for the wicked plays on
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 12, 2026