Vulture Industries
Album • 2017
Came howling through the night With righteous bombast Claimed to be chosen to chase off the darkness Said in possession of that singular light To be a beacon in such times of starkness Through such times of starkness Through such times of starkness Showed us the devil and his vicious gang Beneath his gloomy canvas overhang Told us the tales of woe And tribulations we would undergo Came barging through the dusk Erected his dome Claimed the anointed task of being our warden To chase the horror out from every nook To set the sacred house right back into order But as the dawn came you could spot his fangs The sun cloaked by his shadow overhang And in that shadow lived The devils it told us not to forgive Under a worn canvas skin Within a circle of sin There dance two terrible twins Dressed up in different skin, set to win Control of our hearts and minds To rule over every kind Control of our hearts and Wide open eyes Empty mesmerized Follow into perdition With every step Goes another neck A fair price of admission Wide open eyes Empty mesmerized Follow into perdition With every step Breaks another neck A fair price of admission No room between Here every color is clean Control of our hearts and minds No room between Here every color is clean Control of our hearts and minds
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Oh brother tell me please have we gone wrong Did our trails split And have they been for long? My back it hurts like hell Not really feeling well Like under some strange spell I am Not really sure if I can trust my sense of sight nor smell Ahead a distant gleam A golden sparkling stream Oh brother tell me please is this the right way Or is my spirit dreadfully astray Your voice turning faint Your words becoming quaint As the shadows grow tall Enveloping your call Ahead a distant gleam A golden sparkling stream Beckon sore feet,like moths we follow Like moths we follow Like moths we follow Like moths we follow Like moths we follow A golden sparkling stream Beckon sore feet, like moths we follow A guiding light through the night Beckon sore feet, like moths we follow Into an all engulfing omnivorous fire Circled by shades all eager to be set alight Chanting in frantic pulse tarnished souls aspire To make their way into the light Their transcendent right Shadows growing longer The air becoming thick Miasma growing stronger They are torching books It smells like flesh But they have words To make it stink less All worn and tossed out like a cheap dress All worn and tucked into the Like moths we follow Like moths we follow Like moths we follow Like moths we follow A golden sparkling stream Beckon sore feet, like moths we follow A guiding light through the night Beckon sore feet, like moths we follow I'd sell you all if I could But you're worth... nothing
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
A word of praise, of love A thousand curses from above A high-pitched yell to push and shove A smile to let you off This is my blood My body washed off by the flood Two feet to march or flee Two eyes to close or see Two hands to grasp or leave you be To choke or set you free This is my blood My body washed off by the flood My body and my blood A carcass washed off by the flood A word of praise, a word of love A thousand curses from above My body and my blood Two feet to march or flee Two eyes to close or used to see My body and my blood My body and my blood
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Bound for land shrouded by haze A distant calling draws the blind deep into the maze Thousand, upon thousands of forms Some prance, some dance, ignorant bliss Some crawling like worms They have eyes but they do not see They know the sounds but do not grasp The words that I speak This is my body, it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood I, a myriad faces and frames Whatever you might whisper it is not my true name This is my body, it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood If I tore out my tongue would you remember my voice? If I broke every bone would you recognize the noise? Should I tear out my eyes, would you sense my gaze? If I tore off my cheeks would you recognize my face? If I... If I... If I... If I... If I pulled every tooth would you see me through the grin To find... To find... To find... To find... Digging past the flesh to find what's hidden within If our... If our... If our... If our... If our colors changed would you count me as a friend? Or would... You leave... Or would you leave me to an untimely end Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze To some an army To some a flock To some the devil has come to knock Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
A sound pierces the darkness that covers the hall Bounce between mirrors covering each of its walls And the thunder roars Heads come to gather here in bundles To grow within its womb As if spellbound is staring at their second skin Reflected in the gloom For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth Rebounding every different thought from armor smooth Here, in the echo chamber, there are only members Here, in the echo chamber, all motion in favor With each dawn comes the threat of nightfall Hiding out in plain sight Here the omens they are plentiful See them outlined in black and in white A dangerous place A dangerous face A dangerous race A dangerous space And the thunder roared For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth Rebounding every different thought from armor smooth Here, in the echo chamber, there are only members Here, in the echo chamber, all motion in favor A dangerous place A dangerous face A dangerous race A dangerous space And the thunder roared And the thunder roared And the thunder roared And the thunder roared
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Woke up with this nagging sense That something was wrong Something quite immense Anguished I lay staring for some time With a lingering fear in mind All hope ends here After what felt like hours of angst Like within a cold grip, sweaty sheets turned dank Compelled I got up to locate its source To uncover this threatening force With clammy hands, I put on my shirt As a gnarly voice, beckoned me Urgent but carefully I drew towards the call Slowly I could discern it All hope ends here Your world and all you hold dear There is a wrong stroke on that picture There is a crack upon the wall It's all bound to soon unravel The whole house about to fall Death upon the threshold Gently calling through the hall Our names they are all listed This is final curtain call All hope ends here Midnight draws near All hope ends here Midnight draws near The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block Listening intently all soon made sense The words gave new meaning As my vision changed Of course, the world doomed under this joke of fiends And their tangled myriad schemes So, with eager hands, I put on my shirt As the gnarly voice beckoned me To reach out for the hand and turn the clock Fulfill that secret yearning Tick-tock Tick-tock All hope ends here Midnight draws near All hope ends here Midnight draws near The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block The minute hand circles the clock A hangman's axe propelled towards the block All hope ends here Midnight draws near All hope ends here Midnight draws near There is a wrong stroke on that picture There is a crack upon the wall It's all bound to soon unravel The whole house about to fall
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
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