I
Whispers of the serpent tell me what I already know.
'Tyrant, you have become'
'Loveless', all I feel is numb.
'The way out' redemption for what I have done?
'Purge'
Tightening around my neck like a noose, the words of the serpent repeat. 'Purge'
II
I tie my family to the coulombs of my chapel and allow them to bask in my glow. I am very generous.
'Purge'
Why do their smiles descend?
'Purge'
I begin to doubt their admiration.
'Purge'
I will make them believers of me. Layer upon layer dissolve from their bodies, until only black bones remain. I see no soul.
III
Clarity comes in waves, but just as the tides, it slowly slips from my grasp. In a fleeting moment I have seen what I have done, like all before me I have embodied the God complex.
The only thing tighter than the nooses grip is the serpent’s words strangling my mind. I will be done with this putrid existence. No soul to be saved.
lyrics
‘Slither’. I’ve given thought to the destruction, my observation.
This life I despise, it’s time to cut the ties. Slither.
Enter hell by hanging from a rope. Let them find your rotting release.
This is a message for an impotent species.
‘If you had a shred of a conscience, you would see the pain you have wrought.
Fasten hold the ties, set the room alight, rejoice as you watch your loved ones die.
A mortal sin, skin melting. The world will be clean of all vermin’.
Now I can see what has caused this, now I can dispense a final justice.
We all die alone.
‘Slither’.
As I stroke the deceased, all who’ve listened to me.
Find that my judgment is more than fitting for all who have taken in the name of their false idols.
‘I am your conscience, burden in your sleep. I am the constant fucking notion that you’re preying on the weak. I am your will to survive, if you want to live forever remove your eyes.
As you lungs gasp for air and you’re breathing one last time, you have a choice, a noble end. Or you can remove your forsaken eyes.’
Now I can see what has caused this, now I can dispense a final justice.
Fasten hold the ties, set the world alight. Enjoy seeing every last parasite die.
‘As your lungs gasp for air and you’re breathing one last time, rejoice for you die’
My neck bound tight. Suffocation, pure elation.
As I swing here dying slow. Suffocation. Defecate.
supported by 22 fans who also own “Nagini's Noose”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
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Unbelieveable how these guys grew so big so quick, you think? Think further I say and bang my head off to their crushingly heavy brand of symphonic deathcore. And they deliver this live as well and hopefully are going to wreck metal venues near you soon - and ruin your neck oc. They earned everything they got. mourner